Eek -- only 11 entries for the month of May. That's less than I was hoping to post, but not too bad all things considering. I've settled here in New York City quite well, though I still miss Adam, Bailey and Simone dearly.
Simone will be here permanently in July, and both Adam and Bailey hope to make a trip before the end of 2010. I really can't complain, though. Things could be worse.
But enough blathering. What have I been up to, you ask? Well, working. Each morning I get up, shower, dress, gather my documents and put them in my messenger bag, and walk out the door with the rest of the masses. On the train, I'm one of those guys that's in his own world -- paperback novel, iPod, and the occasional cup of coffee.
This evening, my co-workers and I went out for drinks to celebrate the end of a particularly hectic week. We were all under pressure, but the project was a success and everyone is pleased with the results. As we sat in the bar, nibbling on appetizers and drinking (some had wine, others beer, others mojitos and cosmopolitans), the focus of the conversation eventually turned to me.
"So, do you miss Miami?" one of my co-workers asked.
"A bit," I said. "There's less space up here -- that was an adjustment at first. And not having the beach nearby takes getting used to. But other than that, I'm pretty damn happy."
This seemed to satisfy everyone, but yet another inquisitve co-worker asked if I was seeing anyone when I made the decision to move. I answered her honestly -- well, as honestly as I could. Yes, I was seeing someone. And yes, I missed her. I left out the whole part about Simone being an escort, though I got the distinct impression that some of these girls wouldn't have objected to her profession at all.
Putting it mildly, some of them like showing off some of their more ample assets.
Oh, screw being vague: they like to show off their tits.
I made up some bullshit profession for Simone, one I can't recall at the moment. I have no idea if any of my co-workers are interested in a romantic context. After years of having women being up front about wanting me -- after all, they called my agent and paid us both -- my radar is a bit out of tune.
We all parted ways at around 7:30 or so. With no other plans, I wondered around the city for a bit, passing through the Flatiron district and smiling when I looked up and saw the Empire State building. New York, New York: she's a hell of a town. One that I'm now privileged to call home.
I'm a lucky man. And even if this blog isn't updated as much as it used to be, rest assured that I'm just as grateful for my readers as I am for my new job.