Normally by the end of an out-of-town work gig I am close to climbing the walls and wanting to be home. I think that most of this is work induced alienation: the lack of comfort of connecting with friends as a balm for a long day conflated with returning to a hotel room which is very much not home. This was not the case with this last gig and I find myself a tiny bit regretful that I didn't get to stay in NYC a bit longer.
While the hotel room itself was no more homey than than others, city noises are comforting to me, and on the nights I didn't get out I would unwind by sitting in the dark, listening to the city, and enjoying my pretty damn awesome view.
. On the nights I did get out, I had good company and perfect mellow types of adventures (adularia
invited me to a steampunk book reading, there were board games with Adam, and conversation filled wanders through a variety of neighborhoods).
Even the obscene heat wasn't enough to bother me. It was in the 90's on Wednesday, and had only dropped to the mid-eighties by the time we left the fortunately air conditioned workplace at 11pm. I remembered that I spent most of my three summers in upstate trying to be nocturnal; somehow anything over 75 is misery inducing on a sunny day but I can find even 80s pleasant at night. It isn't weather I would want to go on a vigorous bike ride in, but it was still enjoyable.
In fact, the most unfortunate event outside of normal work chaos was learning that China Mievelle is gay. My internal perception switch from ridiculously unlikely (a sweet spot for fantasies) to absolutely unattainable (fantasy death knell) was crushing in that "oh, drat" sorta way. (Not that I don't think guys having sex is hot, it just isn't a fantasy I put myself in).
My tiny regret aside, I am very happy to be back. A full night of sleep in my own bed, familiar neighborhood graffiti, and perfect weather for riding my bike. This morning I had a spur of the moment breakfast at Brown Sugar Kitchen with kest
(alas, I only noticed that they now have beignets as I asked for the check), and a brief visit with my parents before heading to work at the little colo.