Last night I was in Brooklyn licking raw Luthier wounds. One of my favorites made the evening, like always.
I tipped topless women and laughed loudly. I was twirled to tracks that played on a juke box in a Cony Island bar, catching up with a bartender I used to see regularly.
I had fun for the first time since my birthday. Last week was a little whack. Continue reading
Alright. I think it’s officially sunk in that I was recently whisked away on an escapade to Italy for a week of utter bliss and incomparable romance. My relationship with the luthier has essentially evolved beyond language.
I’m settling into life, it’s strange. I still have itchy feet and tend to be short with my spoken words – alas, my world is entirely different. Like, everything is completely different.
I was trying to explain this to my besty David last night. He reckons I’m dreary and that I should be in all of my literal glory at the moment. I don’t think I’m dreary, I’m adjusting. I forgot what being happy was like. Continue reading
Namaste blah-g family…
I’m back from Italy. It was literally everything.
But first – shout out Japan. Continue reading
Well… I’ve been quiet for a minute. For four days…
The word introspection is a gross understatement.
I have this habit of writing in various journals at once. Due to my love affair with paper and ink, I can never pass up bringing home a new empty book that speaks to me. Continue reading
I have never Skyped so much in my entire life. Tonight, during our second session of the day, the luthier and I pondered how our species ever survived without it.
In a way, it doesn’t feel like we’ve been separate for 32 days. Technology sort of washed that out with text messages and video chat. However, there is absolutely no replacement for the physical touch of your better half. Continue reading