As graduation approaches and the realities of the real world dawn on me, I've finally started using the Juilliard gym. It's not the best equipped gym in the world, but at 22 stories up, it does have a spectacular view of midtown Manhattan and the Hudson River.
It's good to have friends, especially friends with normal office jobs. For example, my dear friend Cheryl works in the historic RCA Building aka, the General Electric Building, and whenever I have time to kill during the week I like going to her office for a free cup of coffee, a nap on the couch, or, on this occasion, partake in the girl scout cookies one of her colleagues left in the break room.
The New England beach in winter is no joke. The wind is bitter and unforgiving, even as the sun blinds you from the sky and surf. Despite all this, I can't resist a brisk walk close to the water... something about the millions of broken seashells and the carpet of seaweed at low tide and the flocks of seagulls... make me feel at peace with my minute existence.
My parents, at some point recently, acquired this pair of mugs, which have since become their preferred mugs around the house. Now, as their only child, their only still single and far from having marriage prospects daughter, I can't help but take these mugs a little personally. My mother may tell me they were on sale at TJ Maxx and are the perfect size for their hot beverages, but still... these mugs are sending me a message I do not appreciate.
Sunday night, Town Pizza Family Restaurant near my parents' house. I was picking over the remnants of my Seafood Platter when this couple settled into the booth next to ours.
She got tea, he got a beer, then they're gonna share a pizza...
