perhaps the best part of the day was escaping the horrible sound they can never seem to work out at siren and riding the wonderwheel. a trip to the top 'o the world that i was very excited about UNTIL this guy totally psyched me out in to thinking that our little cage thingy was broken and we were only seconds away from plummeting downward into a much shorter ride below. i know it seems like i shouldn't have believed his "joke", but his argument was VERY CONVINCING. to make matters worse, my dad called during the time that i believed we only had seconds left to live - which i took as a sign that i really did only have seconds left to live. it did not help that the voice next to me was saying, "...and that was the last time they talked..."
post-wonderwheel (and post "no, i will not go on the cyclone with you!") i was assuaged by the mediocre (yet bloody) set provided by the cribs. if nothing else, i was back on the sweet ground of coney island. speaking of being grounded (nice segway!) i've been making it a point to go out less lately. or rather, to drink less (and read more, work more, do yoga, go to that gym i think i still have a membership to). so if you do not see me out one night, DO NOT BE ALARMED, i am at home. being old.
this city makes it very difficult, due to the nature of the beast it is often necessary to go out 5+ times a week. shows, meetings, drinks with old friends, drinks with new friends, staff drinks...you get the idea. but i've managed to keep it pretty mellow for 4 out of the last 5 days. that's like a full month in country time. and the result: i feel like i'm on some sort of drug that makes me work 100 times faster. and my head, IT'S SO CLEAR. anyway. i'm sure i'll fuck it up. but that's the plan for now.
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