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Today is a lovely day to run.

It's been a while since I wrote anything here. The last few weeks have seen my life turned upside-down in fairly comprehensive fashion, and I expect the next few will continue the trend.

The cafe has re-opened, and I'm back making coffee and working seven days / week (between two jobs). I've moved out of the apartment I was in for the past 4 years, put nearly everything I own into a Manhattan Mini-Storage space on the Westside Highway, and am staying on couches and floors of friends for the next few weeks. If all goes well, will have a new (bigger and better) place come August, living with my old pal Will in the Lower East Side. Gonna be DJing at NuBlu on the 20th of this month with a couple friends (which should be AWESOME). Have set August 3rd-13th as the dates for my next swing through California, staying in Santa Cruz with family, catching up with friends, and doing lots of wandering around.

And in the midst of all this, I somehow end up dating an amazing girl.

Days become a blur of work and running around and iced beverages and rock shows and movies and listening to music and dealing with realtors and going out dancing and making piles of boxes and figuring out how to pack bags and going to sleep and waking up and rooftop parties and plotting events for the next few months and falling head-over-heels for someone.

Ah, summertime.


-PAR

Comments

Anonymous said…
Having most of your stuff in storage - sucky.
Being in love with an amazing girl (aren't they all?)- priceless!
Anonymous said…
boinking boys down in c'ville
chasing girls in the city
wonder what you do for kicks in the westworld...
sea lions?

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