OK. I will first give a brief account of the NY trip. So I fly into NY and my folks actually paid for a Town Car (just your basic high-end Lincoln, not some stretch job) to pick me up at LaGuardia. With my name on a sign and everything. Weird. So I get home and spend a fun night with them. The next day, I manage to get in touch with Jay, a dear friend from my old work that I have kept in touch with since moving 2 years ago. So my folks drive me into Westchester to meet up with him and hit some bars. So we do. And it s big fun. And we meet up (surprisingly) with Kristen and a friend of hers there, at my old bar, which is now Jay's bar. We had a throroughly great time. And I found another old friend, Caroline, working there....what a nice find. And Jay and I went back to his house afterwards and had a couple beers and slept the night away. I got up and got my stuff together and Jay dropped me off at the train station on his way to pay for his Master's program he is starting. I got a ticket to Grand Central and walked across the street to my old favorite pizza joint to get a couple slices. And then Kristen calls and we make plans to hit the Museum of Natural History. So she comes down from White Plains to Tuckahoe and picks me up and we pick up her friend Jen and we are off. Another fine day plays out. And then afterwards (5 something PM) I get to Penn Station for the trip back to the folks' for the night. And the train ticket is about $12. And it only goes 15 miles away from their house. So I get a $30 cab from the station to their house. And that pissed me off a little bit. But whatever. So I spend the night alone because the are out to dinner and I was never even close to popular in High School, so it's not like my old friends are still there. So that's that. I wake up, have a decent day, and get taken to the train station for my 5:20 PM flight into Dallas, which was delayed 20 minutes for no good reason. Then they can't get the plane away from the gate because of the ice on the ground. So we leave 2 hours late. So much for my connecting flight. So Delta puts us all up (120 of us) in the Hyatt and we catch the first avaliable flight out the next morning. Mine is at 9:20. So that's another day of work shot in the keister. Well, that plane gets delayed because some guy was waiting in the wrong terminal. So he had to get the bus and get to the right terminal. So another delayed flight. And the idiot who was late? He sat next to me. Nice. My luck never fails.

And that was my vacation. A whole lot less glamorous than I imagined. But in some ways, well worth it.

So being back has been interesting. I know I swore off talking about "her", but I must for just a moment or two. She has been dreamy ever since I got back. Seemingly missing me. Makes me feel good. But mostly confused. And tonight, when I called Penelope and made plans (one of the myriad of women I am meeting), she suddenly got all mean and cold. I offered her a ride to a seminar at 6PM tomorrow night, since we are expected to get 4-10 inches of snow between now and then, and she was a total ass about it, and refused. And for the next few minutes continued to be so. Then started asking all sorts of jealous questions; Have you touched her _____ yet? Has she _____ yet? Have you two ______ yet? So I replied that it was none of her business, and she said "Some friend you are...friends talk about this stuff." So I asked her if she really wanted to know or was just sickly curious in that jealous, angry way. She said "Jealous of what, exactly?" So you know what I said....jealous of someone else actually getting my love. She got even colder and madder. So I went into my room and sat in front of his computer. She came in and did her usual a few mintues later...laid on my bed and tried to be all cute. It is getting so predictable and sad. I feel bad for her. She is so lost. I am glad I am letting her be lost. I am no one's shepherd. She must find her way...since she crabbed for so long about needing to find herself. GO! Find yourself already! And start leaving me alone!

OK, done for another long while. That's the honest truth. To avoid talking about anyone or anything is to avoid dealing. So that's my stance. OK. Aidan is sleeping on my bed now, and I must go join him. He is a cat. And the other 2 are destroying the rest of my home, as only kittens can do! I must go lie down and do a little reading before I doze off. Trying to make my way through some of my old favorites, and see how differently I look at them now. Night to you ladies (since we all know my guy friends don't read this!).