Hawaiian Reeves

Hawaiian has just returned from five days of high humidity, higher temperatures, and no television on the Lower East Side of Manhattan.

And despite the extreme heat, obscene travel delays, and constant rainstorms while I was there, it’s fair to say that the vacation itself was useful.  If being grateful for constant clamminess and dirty streets wasn’t a sign that I really needed a break from California, I’m not sure what would be.  Of course, I think I’m being punished for leaving because it’s now even hotter here than it was in New York.  In the scarily true words of my turban-clad Indian shuttle driver this morning, “I thought I ditched this shitty weather when I left my whole family in Fresno.”

Anyway, despite feeling I’m trapped in Phoenix(but without all of the bad sideburns and concrete buildings), I’m glad to be back.  Or glad that I went.  Maybe both, even.  And without turning this blog into a shameless exploration of my own issues, (because I have a therapist for that, and she actually provides comments) I’ll simply say that I was very, very depressed before I left.  I don’t think 5 days in a sauna cured me of that, but it’s likely that I hot rock bottom at some point on Friday, at which point I shut down my computer for a full 48 hours for the first time in years.  So, after flying home this morning next to a screaming child and sorting through 400 messages of spam, here are some high- and low- lights of the trip.
Best purchase:  Cargo pants from Scoop.  I’m not sure what it means that I’ve given in to the cargo, but it happened.  And I think I’m happy about it, despite hearing from friends that when paired with my arms, the pants make me look like a bit of a thug.
Best moment:  When the iTunes Music Store finally posted last week’s episode of Project Runway.  p.s. –  I’m still having trouble believing that Tara Conner was born in 1986.

Biggest “What have I been thinking?” moment: When, after dinner with some of my friends, former neighbor confessed that all of the affection at the table made him uncomfortable.  I could never date someone like that — I am, after all, a man who has been known to hug salespeople.  On the very first purchase.

Worst wardrobe choice: New Heschung loafers during a downpour on a walk across the city.  I’m still paying for this one.

Oddest coincidence: Sitting next to someone from my freshman dorm on the flight to NY.

Biggest surprise:  Actually seeing the college friend who always cancels on me, and has consequently not been seen for 3 years. I suspect this one sighting is supposed to pacify me until one of us manages to get married.

Worst mistake:  Sleeping through a friend’s birthday dinner.   I’ve been averaging no better than 3 hours of sleep a night for more than a week, and so when I passed out Sunday evening in the middle of a conversation, my hosts simply let me sleep.  While this helpedme become a little bit more coherent, I’m not sure how likely it is I’ll be forgiven.

And speaking of sleep, I should attempt some of that now.  Because tomorrow I have to be really productive.

This entry was posted on Monday, July 24th, 2006 at 1:59 pm and is filed under Uncategorized. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.