Hello, old friends. Remember me? Remember when I used to update this thing on the regular? I'm not sure if those days are gone forever or just for now. Time will tell. What I do know is it's been a lot of work getting my new site off the ground and to be honest, I'm at that point with it — or with life in general, I guess — where I'm becoming increasingly discouraged to be without an income. It's now been over two months since I received my last paycheck. That's a lot of shoes left unbought.
And yet, I'm working harder than I have in recent years. Maybe ever? And on my bad days, which come about 50% of the time right now, I wonder what the fuck I'm doing. Is it stupid to think I might be able to make a part-time income off a website? All signs point to yes. Is it foolish to hope I eventually make money syndicating my column? I'm sure. And yet, those are the baskets I'm putting my eggs in. If there were ever a time to prove the basket won't hold 'em, this is it, and I guess I owe it to myself to give it everything I've got. But, man, it's tiring.
In other news, Drew and I went to Austin last weekend. No, not for SXSW. I really couldn't give a rat's ass about SXSW. In fact, it sounds kind of awful, actually (no offense to any of you going!). But Austin's where my sister lives and I owed her a visit and March seemed like a good time to escape NYC and get a little jump on Spring, so I went last weekend while I was sure to avoid the influx of 200,000 extra white people. And it was quite nice. If you are headed to Austin this week or next — or anytime, really — I recommend the Queso at Geuro's on South Congress. Holy shit, I coulda stuck a spoon in that heavenly cheese and slurped up the whole bowl if I hadn't been sharing it with two others. It's that good.
And while Austin was fun, we've got an even bigger trip on tap for next month. Drew got invited to the royal wedding and I'm going as his guest! Well, okay, not exactly. He's going to London for work to cover the wedding — in all actuality, he'll be sitting in a dark editing bay during the occasion, which, on the '"glamour scale," is just a tiny bit above riding an un-airconditioned Fung Wa bus from Boston to NYC in the middle of August — but I'm still going along for the ride. While he's busy working, I'll get all dolled up and see if I can crash the reception of the century. If that doesn't work, I guess I'll just binge of Cadbury chocolates to make myself feel better.
When the wedding's over and Drew's done working, we're going to stay in London for a few days and my parents are going to fly up from Germany so we can celebrate my mom's BLANKETIETH birthday (it's a big one that ends with zero and starts with something between 1 and 9). And Mother's Day! The last time I got to celebrate my mom's birthday and Mother's Day with her, I was 17 years old, which was, like, seven or eight years ago, so this will be quite a treat. And then, after my parents leave, Drew and I are going to go to Paris for a few days. I think! We haven't quite worked out all the details yet, but it's looking like either Paris or some quiet town in the French countryside.
And now I have completely ruined any sympathy you may have had for me in my first paragraph of this post, huh? Well, fair enough. I've passed up a lot of shoe sales, but I still get a trip to London and Paris in the Spring. Life ain't that hard, I guess.
Happy Spring to all of you. Don't forget to set your clocks ahead this weekend!