There are some weeks where I don't write anything because nothing interesting is going on.
And then there are some weeks where I don't write anything because there's so fucking much going on that I scarcely have time to turn around, much less organize events into an entertaining and informative narrative.
Last week? A prime example of the latter.
Let's summarize: Last Friday morning, I woke up in India and went to sleep in Brooklyn. On Saturday, I went to a wedding, and then went to Midnight Madness, an all-night scavenger hunt/puzzle solving/running all the fuck over Manhattan extravaganza. Last year it ran for about 12 hours, finishing around 10 am Sunday. This year, it ran for 18. Eighteen hours of running jumping searching solving and most definitely no-sleeping, at the end of which...I went to work. Ran home, packed my suitcase, and went back to the airport to go back the fuck to Paris.
It should come as no surprise that I fell asleep before the plane doors closed, and didn't wake up until the stewardess was shaking me because I was the last passenger on board an empty plane in Paris. If you can manage it, I highly recommmend this method of travel. It felt like we just teleported there, and as I had no interest in watching yet another in-flight movie, it worked out just right.
Paris was just as marvelous as Paris should be. I even had a pizza whereon one of the ingredients was cream. Yep. Tomato sauce, cheese, bacon lardons, goat cheese...and then a bunch of cream, just poured right on top. It was seriously one of those "ah-ha!" moments, where you wonder why you've never thought of something so blindingly obvious before.
The meeting was fabulous, plus I got to walk around Paris in a nice sharp suit. I headed back to New York shortly afterwards, and while I didn't fall asleep quite as nicely as the flight in, I was still exhausted enough that I fell asleep while eating.
To clarify: I fell asleep mid-chew.
I woke up with my book on the floor, and my mouth full of half-chewed raisins. It was absolutely fucking disgusting, particularly in that it took me a couple seconds to realize just what the fuck was in my mouth. Guuuhhhhh.
Now, if anyone has made it through the travelogue, here's the big news.
I CAN SEE.
I got back in town just in time for my LASIK SURGERY, which was yesterday afternoon. Krissa came to the doctor's to take care of me afterwards, and to continually remind me to stop opening my eyes to look at things. Things that are, mind you, VERY FAR AWAY INDEED that I can SEE NOW. I've slept pretty mmuch the whole time between then and now, so I'm hoping that I have finally caught up on all the missed sleep and jet lag and general weirdness. There's nothing like doctor-prescribed sleep to remove any guilt at napping at 4 in the afternoon. (laugh)
Next up: I head back to the airport tomorrow. This time, it's for fun -- I'm going to my niece's eighth birthday party back in Colorado! Also? I CAN SEE.