Que Sera Sera

I want to make the world a mix tape

I am so in love with New York lately. On Friday, it was all sunny and crisp, and I was walking around Union Square doing some Christmas shopping, just smiling. Sometimes I want to high five New York, and other times I want to roll my eyes and ignore it, but Friday I wanted to kiss it, nice and sweet, open mouth but no tongue. Maybe a little tongue.

And Saturday was a perfect Brooklyn day, all overcast scarf weather, and I spent every single minute of it with my friends. Megan made us breakfast, Bryant cooked us dinner, and in between there was a trip to the Brooklyn Museum to see the Walton Ford and Ron Mueck exhibits, Sarah and I watched The Royal Tenenbaums while eating chips and dip, and then there were about 700 bottles of wine to be dealt with in Bryant’s tiny boathouse kitchen. While Megan and Sarah and I were walking to the museum, I was suddenly like, This! This is why I moved here.

I’m sure the time of year has something to do with my good mood. Fall is my favorite season. The few times in my life that I’ve fallen in love, it’s been in the fall. Right now I’m enjoying the fact that my happiness isn’t hinged on another person. I’m thankful that I’m the one responsible for my own happiness in life. I’m thankful that my life is full of so many wonderful people. I’m thankful that right now I have a load of towels in the dryer and I’m about to take a bubble bath and ohhhh man that’s going to rule.

I’m spending Thanksgiving weekend in Raleigh-Durham, North Carolina, for Joey’s wedding. Word on the street is there’s going to be a kegerator and a deep-fried turkey and boy oh boy, there are few things I like more than drinking with other people’s families. Also: reception at the history museum! OH MY GOD COULD WE POSSIBLY CRAM A FEW MORE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS INTO ONE WEEKEND WAIT: we’re staying at a hotel called the Velvet Cloak Inn, and I fully expect there to be mead in goblets at the complimentary continental breakfast, dragon tapestries in the halls, and ye olde soft core on the telly. God bless America.

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