It's Like That
Listening to Destiny's Child's "Check On It," dancing around the apt (Shakira in the house!), and feeling overwhelmingly happy. Big things are in the works.
Last night was a NAAM night for me and Jac. There is really no good reason why we insist on frequenting a vegan hippie hangout that couldn't serve a meal within an hour if its life depended on it. None of the smoked out sensitive-pony-tail dudes and harry-armpit chicks can figure out what we're doing there. We get a kick out of being unpredictable, I think. Plus, there are no smarmy stockbrokers to holler at us, and no snapperhead frat dudes either. Just self-involved poets and righteous environmental activists, and they take one look at our Triple 5 Soul puffies and our retardedly overpriced handbags (that's you Jac) and leave well enough alone. But, more important than all of that, the NAAM's sesame fries and miso gravy are really quite good. And our favorite waiter is there (shout out to Michael). So it's good times.
By now, most of my friends and fam and colleagues know that I am moving to NYC. I have one thing to say to you all: if you think I shouldn't do it, I don't want to hear about it. Seriously. You can keep your mugging stories, your insane real estate listings, your dire warnings about the industry, your grim financial forecasts, and all the rest of your assorted disaster fantasies. I'm going. It's done. Go scare someone else. (Snarky again just that fast!)
But to the people that have reached out to me in the last week with encouragement: heartfelt thanks. It means a lot.
Last night was a NAAM night for me and Jac. There is really no good reason why we insist on frequenting a vegan hippie hangout that couldn't serve a meal within an hour if its life depended on it. None of the smoked out sensitive-pony-tail dudes and harry-armpit chicks can figure out what we're doing there. We get a kick out of being unpredictable, I think. Plus, there are no smarmy stockbrokers to holler at us, and no snapperhead frat dudes either. Just self-involved poets and righteous environmental activists, and they take one look at our Triple 5 Soul puffies and our retardedly overpriced handbags (that's you Jac) and leave well enough alone. But, more important than all of that, the NAAM's sesame fries and miso gravy are really quite good. And our favorite waiter is there (shout out to Michael). So it's good times.
By now, most of my friends and fam and colleagues know that I am moving to NYC. I have one thing to say to you all: if you think I shouldn't do it, I don't want to hear about it. Seriously. You can keep your mugging stories, your insane real estate listings, your dire warnings about the industry, your grim financial forecasts, and all the rest of your assorted disaster fantasies. I'm going. It's done. Go scare someone else. (Snarky again just that fast!)
But to the people that have reached out to me in the last week with encouragement: heartfelt thanks. It means a lot.
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