I literally just ran from the Cornell Club in midtown, where I had the best calamari I have ever had, and that's saying alot, to catch my train home to see my girls before they went to bed.
Tonight I met up with some old colleagues and had a surprisingly wonderful time. Although I don't usually hang around to see it that often, New York City is such a magical place at night, especially at this time of year.
One of the guys I was with at dinner told us a story about how he had just checked into his hotel and stood next to Stevie Ray Vaughan. Now that's cool and so New York.
Friday at work, Jennifer Aniston was outside my building shooting a movie and most people could not have cared less, they sped right past her without even so much as a backwards glance. Also, so New York.
New York City is like no place on earth and when I actually get a chance to stop and take it all in, I know exactly why it is that I could never live anywhere else.
So often the effort to go out seems so daunting, especially after a twelve hour work day. But today I pushed through that feeling and as I sit here on the train sweating my ass off and nauseous from making my body do terrible things so that I could make my train, not to mention the giant glass of cabernet and the plate of calamari I had just consumed, I am really happy that I did.
And I am going to try to do it more often because it is usually well worth the effort.