Hola,
to my 17 followers and the thousands of lurkers who have been without a post in quite sometime. I am here to put all the rumors to rest. Yes, I am moving to NYC. I have spent the last three weeks working construction and coming home and collapsing. I can't believe I used to do this everyday. My body is so out of shape it's ridiculous. I was intending to pack all my stuff a little bit everyday but I am a procrastinator so of course it came down to the end.
Thursday night I had a BBQ send off party which was really fun. I got four pounds of marinated carne asada from Azteca Market on Fourth st. At 5 dollars a pound you can't go wrong. We had tacos, veggies, ice cream cake, and lot's of laughs. I woke up Friday and tried to get out of bed, I elevated my body and was met with the ceiling spinning like a washing machine. I immediately let my head hit the pillow. The stress was getting to me. Luke got a tongue lashing for leaving the salt and pepper shaker the night before. He came around in the morning to retrieve them. I gave him a Skill Saw and sent him to the store for some bagels and coffee. Holden showed up next, then Rebecca followed by Jai. Everyone was hanging out mildly helping me clean the place when I told Rebecca that I had a new plan.
"Let's just put everything outside and then give the place a little a little shami and I will be alright."
"Sounds good"
I was really just talking out loud trying to forumulate a plan since I had two hours till my landlord was showing up for a walk through.
R spread the word and all of a sudden there were 5 worker bees going full speed. The sidewalk was littered with magazines, toiletries, clothes, taxes, blankets, and many other items. Jai even got off the phone after expressing his new found love for his fiance to some distant caller on the other end. He grabbed the vacume and did a really good job. Rebecca was slaving away in the kitchen, while Luke packed away my computer.
"I don't even do this at my own place"
"I know, keep it up your doing great" I shouted encouragement.
Everyone did a fantastic job and I am very thankful for the final push I really needed the help. Good friends are invaluable. I am blessed.
I finally got out of town at 5 o'clock just in time to hit rush hour traffic on highway 37. I was heading to Tahoe to see Blyth and meet her family. I timed it perfectly with my 10:15 arrival. We chatted with her folks for a half hour and they fell asleep. A few hours in the morning were burned with discussions on suspension bridges, crawdad fishing off the pier, birthday cake made by B and then a little cleaning of the cabin. I was there long enough to make a good impression without having to answer all the questions her father was dying to ask....i.e. how the fuck are you going to support my daugt I mean yourself in NYC. Don't worry Howard, there are plenty of people asking the same question... it will work out...trust me.
Come along for the ride...2164 miles to go.
I stopped in Ohio and stayed with my friend Jonathan. He is part of a group of artists that are having a show next week. We went down to the studio and got to work on these crazy cardboard pieces. I had a lot of fun. We set off a bunch of fireworks afterwards...ahhh it was beautiful.
All those shots were taken on the way to dinner in downtown Cheyenne. I had chicken fried steak for $13.95 at the Albany which claims to have been around since the 40's. The road is a strange place, I can feel my body trying to adjust to all the crappy food. Not enough veggies or fruit...heavy on the meat. I stayed the night in Elko, Nevada a couple nights ago. I walked across the street from my hotel run by a Indian family into the Stray Dog. I passed a table on the sidewalk with three women and one guy with a fauhawk and Teva's with socks. I ordered a pizza and a beer and headed out to the last remaining table on the sidewalk. I listened to their conversation about being propositioned at Burning Man "like 14 times".
