Oh man, what a day! I awoke at 6am to LA sunshine. Cozy dog sleeping by my face in an otherwise empty bed. I heard the text messages to my phone in my office and pretended to sleep for another 45 minutes when I finally drug myself up. I could have slept in, but I had 8 million errands to run before catching my flight to JFK.
Walk Dog. Check. Shower. Check. Finish packing. Check. Post Office. Check. Bank. Check. Storage unit for banana suits. Drama. (Shout out to TC at the storage unit this morning, who made me cry with his impeccable view of the world.)Check. Drop car off for body work repair. Check. Coffee and bagel @ solar while I wait for car paperwork. Check. Back to the house. Check. Move the cars. Check. Repack in bigger suitcase. Check. Walk the dog. Check. Wash dishes. Check. Oh yeah, check email. Check. Feed dog chicken to distract him while I take luggage out to car. Check. Drive to LAX. Check. Wait patiently in long security line. Check. Watch TSA dude check my ID for fakiness and then harass him about fake IDs. Check. Flight gets delayed for 3 hours. Check. I reschedule for another flight. Check. Bop around LAX entertaining myself until flight leaves. Check. Get on flight. Check. Hang out in the back galley and chat with folks. Check. Get into JFK and wait for a llllllooooooonnnnnnnggggg time for bag to arrive. Check. Get all agro on the limo people. Check. Arrive at the Chelsea Hotel.... Yesssss!
The limo was zipping on freeways not unlike the ones I zip on and I wondered... where was NYC?! I kept seeing signs for Midtown Tunnel and I kept thinking of Mid-Wilshire. And then we crossed over. And I felt the electricity crackling all around me. I was in the land of skyscraper buildings. Bricks!!! Gorgeous architecture. And I started chilling out. I started getting excited for being in NYC. And then I arrived. About 10 years ago I took an x-boyf for lobster at the Chelsea for dinner and old kicks. We are still sporadically in touch. This time, I remembered in time to book a room. AND I LOVE IT!
Really, this is completely and utterly my vibe. Of course I've spent the last hour + talking with the guys at the front desk about mercy, guns and getting away from it all. As I walked down the 8 flights of stairs looking at the art and thinking of my pal Neil whom I'm not going to be able to meet up with cause he is out of town :( I thought, if I ever move to NYC I will be an artist. But then, aren't I already one?
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