riddle me this one.

i am so out of steam from traveling myself that i cannot even process your earlier post p but i will try to take a look later when im not delirious.

i left my mom's this afternoon at 1.45, to catch a 2.15 njtransit train to newark. i am just getting home, at 12 midnight. yes folks, thats a grand total of 10 hours, give or take some change. i wrote the following while waiting in the airport in newark, which i thought was a nice way to pass the time. but then it took much longer to get out of nyc than suspected, plus it was super turbulent-- so much so that the stewards didnt even come around with beverages until we had 45 minutes left in the air. kind of intense. of course, miami has wonderful planning, so we then waited on the runway, waiting for a gate for another hour. the good news? i was able to find my parked car. oh, the never-ending human spirit. so again, below is some musing from earlier this eve. i must get myself into a shower & bed.



"newark airport missive: 3.17pm"

of course this is the way it is

just as i was thinking about how much i loved the ease and comfort of newark airport, new jersey transit and the speedy little high-tec air-train, just when i was thinking i should always fly out of here... my flight gets delayed. yes yes i know, its raining and i cant help it, nor can lovely new jersey . but i purposefully took the earlier nj transit train to get here with more than enough time to clear security, only to find out that american has let me down once again. well, at least im not stuck on the plane like this with a limited amount of water. and technically there is a bar here. its just, i know if i go into the bar, im going to keep drinking until we board, and then i will be drunk on the plane and get a headache and be cranky. such is life! people in airports are gross, btw. if that wasnt already a well-known truth.

being in the airport actually reminds me to raise this lingering issue i have. what is up with places charging for wi-fi?! when we were staying in atlanta for work, at the RITZ for crying out loud, we had to pay for internet. and, same thing here in newark. i mean, really? is this not the 21st century? why the hell would i pay 9.99 for an hour of wireless? i dont even pay for this shit at home. i mean, its free in bryant park. it cant really be that expensive. plus, dont all the overpriced food and beverage selections cover those little added wi-fi costs? but i digress. back to the better things in life.

thanksgiving was wonderful! it was so great to be at home, to see all of you girls and boys, and to relax, spend time with family, eating, running in central park... the air! it just smells so refreshing and fresh and cool and lovely. at first of course its shocking, but the air in miami, while warm, always feels slightly oppressive- no longer outright humid, but still, heavy and thick in your lungs, like it settles there and likes to sink to the bottom. here, walking out of a hot restaurant, or taking a jaunt around central park- it cleanses you. just walking around new york, there is always a feeling that i have come home. its like im just away at college for the year, but with worse vacations, less binge drinking, and no leg warmers. its almost overwhelming how little there is to do at my house in miami compared to here: no running around to meet friends, no long walks on errands in the neighborhood, no mom to make some warm tomato soup. i know, im spoiled. its a good life. also, startling difference between walking into a bar in ny and feeling like you can drink solo there without being a weirdo- compared to similar actions in miami. its much more oppressive, more odd i think in miami, probably because it involves hotel bars and couples or groups of friends out on the town. in ny, i feel like it can be as simple as a neigborhood thing. and yes, there is that hilarious bar by my apt, 'on the rocks', but as i mentioned weeks ago, when we stopped in when ben was in town, it involved me and one other women as compared to the 50 or so men, in varying ages, with mullets.

unfortunately i finished my book while waiting on the other side of the trip in the airport, so i am left here with a vanity fair, two us weeklies, and the sunday times. i think it should hold me over, but still. i feel highly unprepared. (im also a little disapointed i bought the sunday times here as it includes a "new jersey" section instead of a city or metro.. .my two favs). oh well. theres always the internet, right?

this week hopefully will not be too hectic at work. i cant imagine i will have to work on the same case that we've been working on since last month. also, tuesday night brings 'art basel miami beach' edition to town, so there are some parties and openings and dinners to look forward to, being guested around by benjamin isnt really a rough life. i imagine it will be a little strange surrounded by other new yorkers down in miami, surreal but nice nonetheless.

and-- only about 3 weeks til im back! this means my miami-coffee-mug and other-paraphenelia shopping must be done stat. dont worry kids, im on it. everyone gets a miami thong! ok, well... maybe ill save that especially for birthdays and annivesaries.

time to power down and read the times. if only i had a turkey drumstick to gnaw on...

xoxo