I haven't updated this joint in a while. Let's go over what happened while I was doing something else:

I spent a lot of time in New York City, in the second half of August and the first two weeks of September, hanging out with a young woman that I know from Northwestern. She graduated this year and was new in the city. The first time we met there, which was probably the 13th of August, we walked across Greenwich Village and later went to Brooklyn to check out the neighborhood of Bay Ridge, which was too far of a commute from midtown Manhattan for her to live in. In the evening, we went to a party in a warehouse in DUMBO where I had 4 Red Stripes and was, as a result, drunk. I did not get back to Stamford until around 2 AM.

Long story short, we spent a lot of time together during the next month, going to movies, different neighborhoods in New York including Alphabet City and Roosevelt Island, Hoboken, my gallery show, a MoMA design store reception, an opening reception at a restaurant in the Greenwich Village where we ran into the senior editor of the magazine I was interning in at the time. We ate in Little Italy, pre-gamed a meeting with my bosses by having Mint Juleps at For Employees Only in West Village, had mojitos at the Lazy Catfish in Williamsburg, and passed around a bottle of Maker's Mark whiskey in her new apartment in Yorkville. I fell in love with the woman. After I came to Evanston I began to miss her. I told her on AIM that I loved her. Now we're no longer on speaking terms.

Yeah, it's not such a great story and I sprinkled it with too many proper nouns. Right now I am working on a paper about Rolls-Royce for a class about the history of capitalism. Peace out.