Actually, we returned yesterday -- but it is only now that there's been a minute to actually post. Weird how that happens. I seem to spend more time preparing and recovering from a trip than I spend actually on the trip. Something is just wrong with that.
As much as I enjoy leaving the big city, simply because I get so tired of simply handing out money every 30 seconds for things that I've been conditioned to believe should be free, like, you know, courtesy, there's just something about NYC that is addictive. I miss it, a wee bit. And I've rediscovered how much I love Grand Central. The painted ceiling. The marble. The shops. Even the signage. Grand Central just always feels full of possibilities and of movement, but of permanence as well. I could spend a morning, I think, wandering about and watching the people and the place. Weird, I know.
It is also a huge terrorist target but I'd just as soon be killed there as anywhere else in the City, if that makes sense. Grand Central already feels like a wonderfully transitional place, as if any state is within the realm of possibility. It makes me feel hopeful, even if it could be the scene of a messy death.
A brief plug -- go see The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee. It is simply charming, in a completely unsaccharine way. I mean, any show that has a catchy little number about an erection can't take itself too seriously, you know?
Another brief plug -- I am now a local newspaper columnist. I'll write one monthly and, I hope, manage to generate at least one piece of hate mail per column. Hey, a girl's got to have goals.
And a link that proves that Tom Cruise is completely out of his fucking mind. I'd like to tell him where to stick his vitamins...