the ocean

It's been a busy few weeks. I had a total of four Thanksgivings, including one at the office, two with friends, and one at one of your finer buffet restaurants with family. And yes, I am fat now, thank you for asking. But it was lovely being back amongst people, if only as a reminder of how truly terrible some of them are. And that was before Kanye.

I also spent the past week in New York for work. What I was working on there is incredibly secret, such that I could be fired if I even hinted at it, although rest assured that it is also very boring and no one would ever actually want to know about it. And no, I am not filming a docuseries about Randy Jackson. 

I did not get much downtime at all while I was on the trip, but I did sneak away to the MOMA for a few hours one day. I had not been there since college and it does appear that things can change a bit in 20 years. I'm pretty sure it's three times the size it was with about double the number of uncomfortable nudes. Although people do still seem to love walking into each others' photos of The Starry Night. That, friends, is what we call culture.

I was also out in Brooklyn for part of the trip, which is not customary for me. I did not see much of it aside from conference rooms, but I can verify that it smells like pot and there seem to be some youths there. For a minute I thought I saw Lena Dunham, but it was just a bag of sand.

Oh, and the New LaGuardia! This was my first experience of it and I honestly thought for a minute I might have landed in the wrong place. It was so clean and full of places to eat that are not Auntie Anne's Pretzels! Next trip I might just stay there the whole time.