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Recovering from the trip to Charlottesville and madness of the travel down and back. A madcap couple days of going home, bookended my minor eternities of waiting in airports while flights were delayed and shuffled about.

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It was much fun. Running around to put together a lighting rig for a benefit fashion show at Fry's Springs Beach Club, this insane old building that was built in 1920 or so. Which, unfortunately, meant that we blew lots of fuses while attempting to get some light in the room. Still, it could have gone far worse. (We somehow managed to avoind burning the building to the ground...)

Somehow also found time to catch up with some of my friends. Went drinking with Sean Thomas, got to take Bill a birthday present and then sit around watching Homestar, had a good chat with Tony, hit up the C&Oa couple nights in a row. And of course, spent a morning on the patio at Mudhouse drinking some of the world's best coffee. Missed quite a few people, but hopefully I can catch 'em next time...

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And now it's back in NYC and running around here. Trying to get my apartment back to being liveable, trying to handle the constant issues of rent and food, and just dealing with all the usual exhausting nonsense that comes with this rock star lifestyle.

Wouldn't have it any other way.


-PAR

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Kalinda said…
Homestar Runner is incredible, I don't know how those guys do it.
7:26 PM
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