I’m back from New York. I saw some good stuff, lots of bad stuff, and many handsome, hilarious, hirsute, huggable, heckling, hotsy-totsy, higfalutin’, hyperbolic, hunky, hair-hoppin’ homo sapiens–including some reformed bloggers, a couple of blogfolk I didn’t know, and a very sassy luddite/author/teacher/friend who recently penned one of the best novels I’ve read in years, (and I’m not just sayin’ that ’cause I’m biased). And I have no pictures to show for any of it, despite the fact that I brought a digicam with me for exactly that purpose.
Anyway, like I said, I’m back. And what did I learn from the whole experience?
1. New York is full of sexy men.
2. New York is full of aloof, sexy men.
3. None of New York’s aloof, sexy men give thirtysomething Southern whiteboys so much as a second glance–even when said whiteboys flaunt their newly discovered Lebanese heritage by eating messy baklava in public.
4. Numbers 1 – 3 are not technically new revelations, since I’ve experienced each of them before and, in one very important instance, triumphed.
5. Green monkeys are cute, but they can’t prepare a decent bowl of mussels to save their lives.
6. Life without email is a mixed blessing, but when it’s cold, it’s just fucking cold.
7. One man’s non sequitur is another man’s watertight argument.
8. If I stop blogging, the terrorists have won.
In other news, youknowwho is fine, the hounds are alive, the cat is still a spiteful, loveable wretch. And my bio-mom and sister are total foxes!
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