Well, here I am again. From the good old suburban homestead, in fact. The school year is over and I'm out of New York, ne'er to return until... well the New Year.
Okay, that's not strictly true. I'm visiting the City for the... wait for it... TONYS TONYS TONYS, and supposedly popping up over Fourth of July weekend to see Damn Yankees with my future husband who just so happens to be happily committed (for NOW) Cheyenne Jackson. But aside from a few visits here and there, I won't really be back in the city until next January. I don't believe I mentioned it earlier, but I'm studying abroad in Prague for the fall semester. And how do I feel about that? Well, I'm excited. And scared. And that's not a Sondheim reference. But it could be.
I'm thrilled to be going. Prague looks like the most gorgeous city ever and I've heard nothing but wonderful things and even the classes I'm taking sound fabulous. It's what I'm leaving that I'm scared about. I just finished my second of the only four guaranteed years I have in New York. Now I'm leaving, just when I started to feel at home?
Whatever, it's nothing to cry about now. I'm stuck in the suburbs for the next few months, and I'm already noticing the man-drought. Not that this has been an exemplary semester for my sex life, but I HAVE gotten accustomed to a little male attention at least once a week. Being back in the relatively lifeless suburbs, it's amazing how much more you notice the looks you get from hot guys on the street when you're not getting them. Poo. Oh well. Friday nights are 18+ at Town in DC, so maybe I'll make an appearance one of these days or something.
In other news, I'm starting up my summer reading again. I'll post a list once it's worthy of being posted. Ciao, lovers!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
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