Last night was fun. I actually ventured out of my isolated NoWa confines and metup with the rest of the world at my friend Suppa’s apt. The group got large and migrated to Metropolitan Bar, which was loud and busy and comfy and fun (Amoretto & Coke tastes just like Dr.Pepper, fyi, they’re dangerous). I spent a lot of time catching up with ppl I used to work with @ HUDSON, still some of my favorite folks and still the sexiest fools I know. Though I drifted in and out of the evening sometimes wondering why I was there (being miscast with a group of extremely attractive people can play with your head), I was really glad I’d came along. If I hadn’t it just woulda been another destructive night in my apartment, ignoring the things that need to get done, indulging things I need to leave alone, and sulking over some work drama I can’t seem to shake. I’ve been a hot mess lately now that I’m left to my own devices, it was good for me to be with actual people doing actual things outside of my comfort zone.

The night ended in the sinful, wee hours with a suprising bang. Left him naked in bed this morning, crashed out. He left me branded with a hickey. The pretty ones are always overzealous.

As I slipped out of that sleeping Brooklyn apartment early this morning @ 6:28am, I felt like a man in a foreign country starting his day on unchartered land. Making my way across Conselya to the corner of Metropolitan to catch the L into the city for work, I noticed the sun coming up across the rest of Williamsburg. Lorimer Avenue was starting to glow, me too a little bit. I had this optimistic sense of relief and hope. Still do.