Dorota just made her patented jet fuel and soon it will be time to ka-zing out of the loft and drift through the streets before our class meets collectively with a - dig this - shrink. I like telling people that Parsons has supplied us with a shrink for it sounds like so new age yet parental and proactively imbued in quirk.
Last night, whilst waiting for Justin at the usual designated meeting joint, Sweet and Vicious, met a guy named Peter who was waiting for approx fifty to be showing for a bon voyage celebration. We talked over the din of a table of guys getting redder in faces celebrating a b-day. He intrigued greatly as he runs a super-swingin' p.r. firm and I'm sitting there with all my fab skill of write thinking Buddy, you have NO idea that you're sitting next to your next copy writer. Yet.
Just checked out his website and it's rather subdued, not very flash.
The evening evolved into a spot in Brooklyn named Floyd. As in Pink. But not.
Saw all the gang and it was a treat.
Time to wend, not to spend, to learn and be learned.
Missing Kennedy greatly.

Missing Love.