Banal Fixation

It's been two years since I've moved to New York from California.  I have loved some, lost, wept, felt exhilerating highs, then landed right back where I started.  They say wherever you go, there you are.  No looking back, eyes ahead.  Which I have tried.  It is no secret I have taken comfort on many lonesome nights and much too short lunchbreaks in the arms of Chipotle.  Felt that furious passion when we (the burrito and myself) would fall into each others arms after a particularly weary day.  Chipotle is like the rebound guy that you convince yourself is possibly the one and to whom you say such falsehoods as 'I thought I was in love before, but now that I am with you, I realize I have never felt this way.'  My first love has followed me to New York.

I believe Joan Didion said it best. Quite simply, I was in love... I do not mean "love" in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again.

That's right.  Baja Fresh is opening this Tuesday in midtown.  Will it be as sweet as I remember?  If it isn't will it validate my choice to move to New York?  I don't know.  But I will find out.

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I have recently discovered one of my favorite shows, My Two Dads.  I was watching the credits recently when I noticed that the football coach/diner manager's name.  Dick Butkus.  Just say that out loud.  Awesome.

I was just showing that to Pat Baer, when he alerted me that Mr. Butkus was a well known Bear.  Come again?  It turns out Butkus played for the Bears in the 80s.

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I work in the Financial District and the mood today is obviously very
somber. The Dow fell 777 points, Wachovia has been bought by Citi,
today is the worst single-drop day for stocks in 20 years. How are we
going to get ourselves out of this? Peaceful protests. Ok. Maybe
not really. But these people did draw a crowd. Where ususally it is
tourists en route to the Statue of Liberty, or worse yet, the WTC site
- the crowd surrounding these protesters were all suited up, and just
kind of staring, not even snickering. Though one seemed to capture
the mood perfectly when he said "You may be right about capitalism and
our governement, especially today, but bad punctuation sure isn't
helping your cause." Truer words...

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I was recently walking through this park near City Hall and heard the
best exchange ever.

Guy: Hey, Jen?
Jen: Yah! Oh hey. Whats up? This is only my second match.com, I'm
a little nervous right now.
Guy: No worries, did you find the place ok?
Jen: Yes. I've actually never been to the People with AIDS Plaza, so
I had to ask directions.

Fin.

This guy sounds tremendous. "Her profile is cute. I should just take
this emailing to the next level and propose a face to face meeting.
But where? The clock at Grand Central? Too busy. Central Park?
Been done a thousand times. Oh wait, there was that People with AIDS
Plaza. Done."

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 I am never, ever drinking again.  Last night went out for Happy Hour - 4 glasses of wine, and not even a slice of pizza.  Ahh, going out on Thursday nights and drinking too much reminds me of my college days.  Except without all those abortions.  Kidding!  Sherri Shephard, anyone?

In other news, this is the best blog ever: jasonmulgrew.com  Yesterday I was g-chatting or facebook-chatting or whatever with Mr. Mulgrew himself.  Bouyed by the free yogurt parfait I found in the refrigerator at lunch I IM-ed him, and we had a short, albeit powerful and intensely awkward conversation.  Mostly about "The Jersey Stranger" and something called "The Tony Danza."  Evidently he is trying to get the word out there about the Jersey Stranger.  After that conversation I was sitting at my desk IMing with a friend telling her I wished I had more people in my life that told me about things like that.  She thought that was incredibly sad.  

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