My last weekend in New York was a bit of a disaster. I went away with some family to visit some family, I wasn't feeling the best but I didn't have much choice and this was sort of a goodbye weekend too. Over shabbat I got worse, and I even wondered if i'd be able to travel home that week or whether i'd have to extend my ticket. I saw the doc who told me I could travel, just get some sinus medication, so thats what I did.
I had plans for that Saturday night that I cancelled. I had plans for Sunday that sort of cancelled on me (more on that in the next post). Monday was my last day and I was going to fit in as much as I could. Packing, packing, packing. I took a break to meet a friend for coffee in Soho, and I was still pissed off about what happened the previous day and I let it all out. His response was that i'd turned into a gay bitch, lmao. Maybe I had, but i was livid about how things had turned out.
Anyway we had coffee and lunch and just hung out till I had to go home. I had dinner plans that night and just couldn't find the time to hang out with Reb and Elana (one is my wife, one is my ex, not sure which is which tho) so that will have to wait till I come back to the good old US of A.
15 hours ago