Settling In

I've spent most nights since taking up residence at my current pad parked on the sofa and berating myself for not getting out and exploring my new neighborhood.

I'm at a bit of a loss to explain why I haven't been getting out that much.

I have every reason to want to get out and find out what's out there. I can say pretty authoritatively that there's some kinda gay presence in the nabe. I can tell that just by looking at the menfolk wandering the streets. They run the entire gamut of The Hierarchy of Homos. If I didn't know any better, I'd say this must be the next area my people have targeted for assimilation, er, gentrification. Which is fine by me.

I will admit, though, that I do miss Brooklyn. Or, more precisely, I miss being able to go to Total Wine Bar and see my friends and have a glass of vin.

My friend Michele is having her birthday party there tomorrow night, but I've managed to schedule a conflict, since Ken and I are going to see his friend Vince in a play tomorrow night. I need to make a note to buy Michele a birthday drink the next time I see her.

Oh, wait... why, I'm wondering, have I mostly puttered around the apartment the past week? Maybe it's because I spent the last three weeks of December exhausting myself and fretting myself into near-collapse over the sudden decision to move.

That might be it.

So maybe I deserve some down time.