That Sweet Lollapalooza

Overnight flights are great because you go to sleep on a big flying boat and wake up in a completely foreign place. However, someone who is an incessant planner and the fastidious packer, it also allows for a full day of anxiety. Planning, packing, re-packing, re-tying up loose ends and this is all by 1:24 p.m.

Syd was packed into his pet carrier and taken to his gracious Aunt D's place last night. Having never dropped him off for a few weeks of vacation, I was astounded to feel a lump in my throat as stumbled down the stairs with my furbaby his food and toys in tow. I have gone soft, friends. Soft.
Returning to an empty apartment took a lot of effort, but I managed. Sleep was minimal, but I woke at 6:00 a.m. to the sounds of pigeons trying to break into my bedroom window. I am convinced I will return to a sky rat family living in my a/c.

The day proceeded to sour a bit--stood up by a lunch date, chipped nail on brand new manicure (not the date's benefit, but for Roma--they like nice hands, I bet, those Romans.) Worse than anything was this mounting anxiety which morphed quickly into a feeling of melancholy. Even my favorite Thursday night line-up on Hulu didn't put a dent in my ennui. Let's chalk it up to the anticipation of a great trip to a wonderful city, not to mention the amazing company I will be keeping. Soon the image of me fighting tears on the Q train will be a distant memory.

Sometimes a bit of cosmic boredom culminates into something wonderful and I have chosen to revel in that notion. In particular, my new favorite video. As long as it doesn't become an anthem I am sure I will be just fine.