it's too easy

I have been having ridiculous quantities of fun in my last 10 days here in the city...I guess when the objective is to see all sorts of people and drink large quantities of alcohol in fun places it's pretty hard to avoid living it up.

I think I may have packed more fun into the last week than I have into the past three years. no kidding.

felt like a relaxed Parisian over glasses of wine at the wooden candlelit bar at V-bar (http://nymag.com/listings/bar/v_bar); a sophisticated new yorker at the posh bar at Bin 71; shared sloppy po-boys at a cajun joint with a bunch of friends; fled the humidity drinking cold coronas outside watching the yachts at the boat basin cafe on the husdon.

lots of escaping the apartment, crashing with friends and dogs and cats on sofas and futons and air mattresses - who ever knew beers and an air mattress could be so great? feeling loved by my friends, laughing all the time, feeling young, loving living here again. it feels like a crime to leave it all.