private eyes are watching you, they see your every move

Hey there, Internet. I’d say sorry for being away for so long, but I just got back from the New York and I had such a great time that saying “sorry for being away for so long” would be a lie from the very pits of hell. And I don’t lie.

Not as a habit, anyway.

While there, I saw the Knicks play a game they actually won, and I got to boo Isiah Thomas with approximately fifteen thousand other disgruntled Knick fans. What fun! But then at halftime they brought out some of the cripples to play crippled basketball, and that was a bit much. I mean, really: I’m glad they have recess at the Special Ed, but I didn’t pay some guy on the street $60 for his extra ticket to watch it.

Right? Right.

Other than that, New York was phenomenal. I had such an amazing time that I was even kind of happy my flight home got canceled due to the inspections. The rescheduling afforded me another few hours to hang out in the city and enjoy some of its world-famous, second-hand clam chowder which, I must say, is probably my favorite type of clam chowder out of all the other types of clam chowder in the world. Thanks, FAA!!!

In fact, I had such a great time that I didn’t even mind sitting next to the Indian fella on my flight from Cincinnati to Atlanta. And when he asked the stewardess if the beverage service was complimentary and then ordered “just a soft drink please,” I thought it was cute. And when he tapped me on the arm and asked “how to pronounce the name of the city from which we are arriving,” I was happy to oblige.

Cincinnati. Sins. Uh. Gnat. Tee.

I think it was probably the silent “g” that confused him.

Probably.

But then he took off his sport coat, and our apparent cultural hygiene differences put an abrupt and sudden end to the warm and fuzzies. Back to life. Back to reality.

Sigh.