I just ate some Hostess Ho Hos. They were disgusting. Then I took a drink from the glass next to me to get the taste out of my mouth, moments before remembering that I'd filled the glass with orange juice. That was even more disgusting. Ho Hos and orange juice! Stop looking at me that
In New York City, in the summer time, my cool, logical friend Sean and I: Take a stroll down to the South Street Seaport. Raise a glass to the pianist of the house at Marie's Crisis Slurp udon in Little Tokyo Examine The Flatiron Building Argue ceaselessly over tipping Suffer heatstroke during endless waits for
Announcing plans to expatriate can elicit a variety of responses. Perhaps the most popular are "You're moving where?" and "What?" Also popular are "For how long?" and "That's fantastic." Occasionally, however, plans to expatriate might inspire these two remarks: You're so lucky. I hate you/I'm jealous. I'm not particularly fond of these two responses and
Sean and I are having lunch in Little Tokyo on St. Mark's before our yoga class. Little Tokyo wasn't Little Tokyo when I moved to Japan. There were a couple of sushi places, a JAS Mart, and the now-famous Kenka Ya; one of New York City's first izakayas. I visited Kenka Ya once with Erma.
It's been almost 10 days since I last blogged. Probably about time I came up for air. I've been in the thick of it, you see. I don't know if I mentioned it or not, but a large part of the reason I wanted to be home in New York this summer was to help
So my friends and I are all hurtling down the slippery slope to 30. It's all we can talk about. "Dude," we say. "I'm turning 30. Don't ask me to be out until midnight." "Dude. I'm almost 30. I'm not taking this passive aggressive crap from my boss." "Dude. I'm going to be 30 in
Today is Monday, August 3rd. It is now exactly a month until I move to Dublin. That makes a month to find an apartment, a month to get rid of the unnecessary junk I've accumulated in the past 3 months of living in my brother's apartment, and a month to get my fill of things