twenty-something

So much to say, so little ambition to sit in front of the computer and write it out for the blog...

• There are a mere seventeen days left until I move to New York. Eleven more work days. The countdown is both far too rapid and deathly slow...

• I can now insert and remove my contact lenses on the first try. I am awesome.

• I bought my first pair of non-prescription sunglasses that cost more than $20. Behold my new Oakley Spike shades. I look fucking hot.

• I also bought my first Red Sox hat that fits (kinda). I am on the verge of moving to Yankee Country and I purchase the one thing that's certainly not going to make me any friends...

• I'm doing some freelance (emphasis on free) design work for my best bud and future roommate. One of his (quite amazing, actually) plays is being produced at the beginning of July and he asked me to do some stuff. I'm having a lot of fun with it and I'm psyched to have work in NYC, even if its technically more of a hobby.

• I had my first asthma attack since fourth grade last night. I was up most of the night having trouble breathing, due to allergies and humidity, and then I simply stopped for a bit. It was fun. I like to think I'm not a high maintenance friend when it comes to my health -- I mean, most people don't know I have asthma -- but today I'm milking it for what it's worth.

• Matt -- aka the infamous Duncan -- has moved out of his apartment and no longer lives in Vermont. He'll be headed to New Orleans in a few weeks to begin a new job and a new life. To make an understandment, it's an odd feeling knowing that he won't be just a few minutes down the road for the first time in three and a half years. It truly is the end of an era...

• 135 Pearl -- Burlington's only gay bar, and the last one left in the entire state of Vermont -- will be shutting down this weekend after 22 years of operation. (For real this time -- it's becoming a Papa John's.) I've only been around for the last six, but they've been a blast. It's a place like no other, the worst gay bar you'll ever love. Friday is the last Womyn's Night ever and Saturday night is the aptly titled "Last Dance" (with a hefty $8 cover). I'll be there -- with visiting Duncan in tow -- for both nights as this era ends as well.