Crazy Fingers

That’s me and Brian on New Year’s Eve at the Urban Outings New Year’s Eve party.

There’s no real reason for me to have posted that picture with this post. I had been planning to write something about the Urban Outings party, but almost a week has passed and it doesn’t seem timely anymore. I also planned to write about the firemen Brian I saw on Christmas night, the ones who took a truck out of the fire house to help a pretty girl get back into the apartment out of which she was locked (and I have pictures, too), but that was almost two weeks ago. I started a post about Brian and his fireplace, and the mess in his apartment, but that, too, languishes in my drafts. I may still finish the post I started about the process of choosing colors and painting the new apartment. I may also finish the post I started about the Cream Puff War — the fact that there are two chains of stores (this one and this one) in New York which sell nothing but cream puffs.

But life intrudes.

I’ve been, for all intents and purposes, living at Brian’s for the past three weeks. This is not an official “move-in” situation, so I’ve been living out of a suitcase. We’ve been sharing a computer, and since it’s his, he gets to kick me off. We’ve been running around looking for apartments, eating, working out, sleeping, eating some more, shopping, picking colors, visiting with family and friends, and doing all the other real-life stuff that people do.

I’ve noticed that it takes a long time to write a post I like. It’s a minimum of half an hour, usually much more. Pictures get posted, links get found, words get agonized over. (Preferably, I avoid sentences like that last one.)

So the blog has languished.

I start a job next week at a great company, and I think that whole situation is a huge opportunity for me, so I’m not going to blow it by blogging from the office. I still want to get to the gym twice most days (cardio in the morning, resistance at night), and in the new apartment, we’ll be cooking dinner most nights (in part because we’ll have a great new kitchen, and in part because we won’t be able to afford to eat out, or order in, every night). At least I’ll have my own computer at home again, assuming I actually spend any time in the new place, as opposed to spending most of my time at Brian’s, since he’s not officially moving in until March, when we’ve been a couple for a year. At least until we’ve known each other for a year. Anyway, maybe next week I’ll find some time to write before bed or something.

As for right now, I’ve got to go feed a parking meter. I left a good spot (good until tomorrow morning) because I thought I could find one that’s good until Monday morning, but that was a big mistake, and now I’m parked at a meter on 8th Avenue. Then we have to go take a look at the new apartment (the old tenant is moving out today) to make sure we like our color choices, then buy paint, then hit the gym with Brian to do back, then go for drinks with my former coworkers at DSTi, then out for dinner at the new Italian place, Del Posto, on 10th Avenue (Brian is excited about it, and about 10th Avenue in general, even though what’s happening on 10th Avenue is symptomatic of why he and I will have difficulty being able to continue to live here in Chelsea).

Oh, and today is our 10th monthiversary.