Day 43 of Singledom

First night in NY was hard. I am used to Chicago noises but NY noises are different. The apartments aren't as small as I thought but you can literally hear your neighbor's conversation from any room in the place. I know they had sex last night for the 1st time in awhile and were celebrating by making coffee, eggs and think it was hash browns, no meat cause they are vegetarians. TMI.

We chilled a bit last night, mimoso's when I first came in, that's my kind of "Hello NY" and then a couple vodka lemonades, some pizza and bullshitting. The guys I am visiting are so laid back there and remind me of when I was young. It's a nice change from being the responsible bill paying always working person that I have morphed into. Not that I mind. I like working and paying my bills on time. I work alot so I can play alot. I don't save much, which in the long run could be bad but when I see all my patients, old and young dying, I know they aren't thinking about how much money they have in there bank account, they are thinking about all the things they didn't do or didn't say and their loved ones. Yeah, they are always talking about their loved ones, either the ones still there or the ones that have already passed on. I want to be someone who did almost everything I wanted to do and has loved ones that will always remember, and I don't mind if it takes a photo or two to jog the memory. I like that moment were you look at a picture that in an instant you recall exactly what you were doing at that time.

Hey NY, say cheese!