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So what is it you people hate about coming to New York, anyway?
I got a note this week from The Bruce saying that if I was to be in Boston this weekend, so was he, and we could meet up. For whatever reason, it got me to thinking about how long it's been since I've seen any of you, my regular readers, and the pattern that ensued is as follows:
| Name | Last Seen... | ... In ... |
|---|---|---|
| Matt & Celeste | Jul 11 2005 | Cambridge, MA |
| Jay & Eileen | Jul 8 2005 | Boston |
| Matt & Julia | May 6 2005 | Oakland |
| Toby Mandel | Apr 21 2005 | Washington, DC |
| Liz Clough | Apr 21 2005 | Washington, DC |
| Angie Unruh | Apr 21 2005 | Washington, DC |
| Matt & Allyson | Apr 17 2005 | Las Vegas |
| Update: Mark Coen | Mar 25 2005 | Worcester, MA |
| Mark & Sarah Coen | Jan 3 2005 | Boston |
| Jon Couture | Jan 3 2005 | Boston |
[Nick & Katie, you don't count. You live here.]
Based on the data shown, I have no choice but to insist you come visit. Each and every one of you. If you want to do it separately, that's fine, or if you'd rather have some sort of convention-type affair that can also be arranged.
Millions of people from all over the world come to New York, and they don't even know me. Why not you guys? More than that, though, my travelling has been seriously curtailed (see previous post) making it harder to justify a trip out to see anyone in a while. I don't want to have to go a whole year (Jon, I'm looking your way...) without picking on you in person.
I know it's Friday, but I did want to point out that the Fantastic Fournicators took their rightful place atop the [thing one finds oneself on top of] Monday night at the Slipper Room, winning the Big Quiz Thing's big cash prize for the third of four weeks. We were gracious, not flipping off the room as a certain team I won't mention did, but instead breaking into an impromptu a cappella karaoke of the opening riff of "The Final Countdown" by Europe. (You see, it was one of the audio round's clues, and as soon as we heard it we started flailing wildly, miming card tricks and hat tricks, pretending to have bowie knives in our teeth, etc. If you don't know what I'm talking about, watch Fox tonight. It was really quite exciting and set a mood.)
In other news, today is the slowest day I've experienced at work in a long long time.
I should point out that the previous sentence is likely to be the last thing I say about work for a while. I find I don't like talking about a job that I don't like all that much, and that applies here. Which is not to say anything about my team, or the people with which we're working, it's just that the actual project is about as compelling as... well, let's put it this way. It's so uninteresting that I can't come up with a good analogy. Thinking about it long enough to try just makes me tired.
On the upside, though, I'm working three blocks from my house, so I actually get to do normal-person stuff like cook dinner with Jenny, buy groceries midweek, go out to happy hours with friends, etc. You normals don't know how good you have it.