Miles from Fenway: Back at Work

I've decided to forgo the traditional introduction post. I'm terrible at the contrived, hi-my-name-is style of writing. So I am just going to jump right into it.

Came back into the office today after a 4 day weekend. Luckily this is a quiet week for us, our national sales meeting is taking place so all of our editors are out in San Diego as is our entire sales force which gives me an opportunity to do a little cube cleaning. I save WAY too much and have manuscripts piled everywhere even though many of them have already been published and are no longer necessary.

New Years was fantastic. My roommates and I had decided not to fork over the $100 cover charge to get into most any bar in Manhattan and instead invited a few people over to our place. What was intended to be a low-key event turned into an all night booze-fest which ended with me breaking one of my New Years Resolutions just 3 hours into the new year (the resolution being to not make stupid decisions when it came to men while drunk). We did however, get to climb onto our roof (probably not the best idea while intoxicated but whatever) and watch the fireworks. They literally surrounded us as to our west we could see the Statue of Liberty fireworks, to the east we had the Prospect Park show, and there were also fireworks to our north and south though we couldn't pinpoint where they were being shot off from.

New Years day I went up to Boston. Just a quick trip to see my best friend Adam and my college roommate Kat who recently got engaged (that's right, I introduced them ... now why can't I find MYSELF a date?). They live in LA so I don't get to see them often. It was wonderful just to spend the day with them and wander around the city I love so much. It's funny, I am so conditioned here in NY to spot the Sox hats and therefore find the fellow RSNers, that when I go to Boston it's like Red Sox overload. I LOVE IT!

But I really do miss that city. It's impossible to compare Boston and New York, they're like apples and oranges, there's just something about Boston that will always feel like home to me. But then again I know if I ever leave New York I'll miss it too. Grass is always greener I guess.

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