in a few hours i’m off to the airport, and as the bootleg copy of stankonia that i bought in times square plays i can’t help but think that, all and all, i’ve enjoyed my time here. i’ve been living the sort of ultra-trendy life that i ocassionally fancy. the people i’ve been here with have taken me to the chi-chi-est resturants and got me past the velvet rope at the hottest clubs. truth be told, however, i miss the unassuming spirit of my houston routine. i’ve been gone for what seems like weeks, and i’m looking forward to resting and recuperating tomorrow (thank you presidents day). i’ll be back – i didn’t get to see the met, the un building, or even step foot in central park. (sidenote for dre – there’s an aircraft carrier here to – which i also didn’t have time to see).

random ny observations: every club, resturant, bar, subway station, etc. has a dj – and there must be some sort of requirement to play rappers’ delight, because (seriously) i heard it in nearly every place i stepped foot here. (never ment to make your daughter cry, i apologize a trillion times).

goal #1 for stay in new york: see woody allen: i didn’t see him, however we happened to run into jerry o’connel (sliders, stand by me) more than once.