Good Day Sunshine

Finally made it to Palm Beach after getting stuck in New York with the snowstorm. My aunt and uncle have a place here, so I'm in for a few days of quality home-cooked food, prosecco, awesome weather, daily cocktails, a little shopping, and some decent exercise time.

I'm getting sick of seeing the Walmart commercials because "Dancing in the Moonlight" reminds me of J.

Starbuck'd

The coffee shop in my building is cursed I tell you! Three weeks later, it is the scene of another crime. Another reason not to go there.

Inflation Sliced and Diced

So DiFara's Pizza has now hit 4 bucks a slice. Having eaten a lot of pizza around this great city, I'd say this is worth it. The ingredients are very high-quality and taste fresh and flavorful.

I do disagree with DeMarco that he takes his time with each pie. When I went with J and T last summer, all toppings slid off the slices if you tried to pick them up. The crust was great, but the center of the pie was not fully cooked.

I guess I'll have to go back and see if it's still worth the price -- and the wait.

Mahb Scene

My friend and neighbor turned 29 tonight. In the grand scheme of Kevin Bacon, he is the frat brother of my high school classmate, who went to camp with my friend from around the corner. He picked a fantastic Sicilian restaurant downtown to observer the occasion. The waitress spoke minimal English, and somehow she picked me up on her radar. After a bottle of Sicilian Shiraz (who knew?), two Chiantis, involtini de melanzane, grilled calamari, cuttlefish ink arancine, and half a massive calzone (farcito), we moved onto Swift down the street.

I manage to spend all of my money, get free drinks with minimal effort, and swing a ride home with M's roommate. It was a bit crazy - M got very intoxicated, became my wingman, and left without bidding his fellow celebrants adieu. Plus, I made out with someone in public for the first time in almost three years. That's usually an indicator of a successful birthday. Woo woo!

Nazdrovye!

What happens in Brighton Beach does not stay in Brighton Beach. I-bankers + vodka + unidentifiable but generally tasty food + vodka + tacky entertainment +more vodka = very sore feet for the next several days!

More evidence...

Life After Love

It's been just over a week now. Occasionally I reminisce or see a photograph and get upset, but it's getting a little easier to fly solo every day. Not seeing him while I was away on business or when he started working the night shift over the past few months made me more accustomed to being alone in my apartment. My appetite is almost non-existent, and I've lost at least five pounds. This is quite possibly the greatest diet ever!
I have been listening to a lot of Cher; it is definitely good breakup music since it acknowledges the feelings yet is upbeat and fast tempo. If anyone knows anything about breakups, it's Cher, since she's had some really ugly public endings of relationships. What perfect timing to hear that she is taking up residence at Caesar's Palace in LV. JJD and I are all about going to see her and getting our gambling on!!

Closing the Book

J and I broke up. It somewhat shocked me why and how it went down in the very end, but that's that. In some way, part of me had doubts as to whether some underlying issues would ever be resolved, but it is still painful. I am thankful for the support and comfort that my friends and family have provided, and my memories of the good times shared together and with others are a blessing.