I envy you. That's a great way to start the week.

As for what to do: maybe call up an old friend you haven't talked to in awhile? Shit, I dunno. Go streaking in a public park, kiss a puppy, rob a bank. The world's your oyster, my man! Get out there and shuck it!

I am wearing the most Gatsby outfit I own and going to eat cold wasabi noodles with friends!

Do you think this has anything to do with the fact that Stephen Fry is currently in New York and walking around also looking dapper? Are you two linked in some way?

Dude. If I hadn't already eaten lunch at my desk and was about to start a long project featuring over 3,000 addresses I would have skipped out for a bite of nosh with you.

But to celebrate the defeating of anxities? Hmm... go out and sing karaoke!

Cinnamon buns. They make everything even better.

And they have to be warm.

I double-dog dare you to do this mission:

go out and buy a dozen balloons. Take them to anywhere there is a big fountain and lots of people around in NYC.

Bring a tape of some super-uplifting cheesy 70's music on a boombox.

Place boombox on lip of fountain to cued-up 70's song; blast it.

Run around the edge of the fountain releasing the balloons as you go, with a shit-eating grin on your face.

Bonus points for dancing on said fountain/with gawkers/in the actual fountain.

THIS MUST BE FILMED AND LINKED TO.

I will send you something spectacular if you do this.

Double-bonus points for roping in Area Metachatters for this mission.

Mr. Fry is out and about? Well that explains it. I don't know if we should meet or if I have to find him, kill him, and eat his heart to gain power.

This is what I did. I took an extremely long ablution, going down to toenails and terribly manly Black Phoenix scents (Satyr, if you're interested) and actually spent the time to put pomade in my hair and give it those little curls I used to fuss over. I actually clipped my beard!

Then It was time to put on some excessively happy music and put on a plain white dress shirt, an off-white, blue and- yellow stripped linen jacket, white pants, blue/brown boating shoes (no socks), red silk tie with the little 50s blue swoosh and a powder-blue pocket square.

Then off to Father Demo Square, in the shadow of Our lady Of Pompeii where I ate cold wasabi noddles and rice beer at an diner-counter covered in Shanghai newspapers and talked with a friend who happened to be nearby waiting for a dentist appointment. I grabbed a newspaper and wandered into my Favorite Bar (where I was immediately greeted with a "Where ya been Bitch?!") and had another beer while doing a crossword and gossiping with the bartender with the Andrew Sisters on the jukebox. Then off to the tea house where, thankfully, business was also slow and I got to share a ginger latte' with my friend's boyfriend who was burnt out behind the counter.

I felt so mutherfucking UP that I walked home, all 40 odd blocks, and got in to mind my boyfriend in some comedy-of-errors. He forgot his key and wasn't expecting me to be out and tried to get into the apartment from the downstairs fire escape. That was sorted out and he's taking a nap while I answer e-mail, drink coffee, and try to find away to weasle out of going to the gym.

I fully expect this feeling to last. anyone want another piece of my Ever So Fucking Bubbly Self? C'mon get it!

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