NYC Day 1

Landed here at 6am.  Sea of yellow cabs at JFK. Rode into the city as the sun rose over the old skeletons of the worlds fair in Queens.

Crashed into bed at Ryans. Woke up and sucked down coffee and bagels in Williamsburg.

Later ate pizza with Alex.  More coffee, cigarettes outside Oslo.  The slight humidity, the oncoming cool breeze that signals rain.

L train to the city.  Music in my ears as I swayed through the tunnel in a packed train car.  Strolling down 1st Ave.  Dinner at Cafe Mogador in the East Village. Chicken Tagine, merguez, cous cous, as the sky turned dark blue.  Pistachio ice cream sitting on a bench. Musing about love and life and sex and and and--

God, so many good looking faces in this city. Not the plastic kind but the lived in, real kind.

Started the night off at the Cubbyhole a lesbian bar in the village. Note to self: do not go to lesbian bars with gay men. You will get no love.  Wait, maybe I'm ugly.

Then we went to Marie's Crisis where old gay queens sang show tunes in a basement bar around a piano. 

Music spilling out of establishments, people littering the streets. Dancing, bars, queens, rain thunder lightning, taxi cabs, and the boys I love.

Back in BK now, going to sleep with Ryan and Joe.  Claps of thunder outside. Yoga in the morning.

Its only been one day? Did i really get here this morning?  I feel like I slipped into rhythm so seamlessly.

Meet me in the City. You can make it for brunch tomorrow of you leave now.

I think I might be home...