School days

Classes started up again at the Old Town Skyewl yesterday. I've got my hands full. Getting some private lessons rolling as well. I'm both excited to go back, and overwhelmed, and sad, and expectant. So pretty much the same as every first day of school, but I think I have more extracurricular stuff on my plate this year. Although I suppose that has always been the case for me. Classes went well yesterday but when I got home I was BEAT! I'm pretty glad that I still get to take it easy on Tuesday mornings, and then go to yoga and get my ass kicked by Tomoko. She is the best and the toughest!

The end of my brief vacation from teaching was good, and despite best intentions to be healthy involved a fair amount of (awesome) eating and drinking. From a gift certificate dinner in Little Italy to Moacir's extravagant going away party in the suburbs and the tail end of Molly's going away party, from random dinner with Julie B in our backyard to playing a solo set at a new bar for Jeremy's fundraiser, from a pancake-flight brunch will Molly at Orange to giant Kuma burgers and wine and performances enjoyed at Second Story, from all-day coffee at Lovely to Chinatown Chandler cousin dinner washed down by the Handlebar and the Hideout, from brunch at Feed to Manan's goat-roast goodbye party and Joe's nice-cream cake rooftop birthday party, from desayuno at Taco Veloz with Abbey to a Two Brothers pairing 6-course dinner at Simone's for Moacir...

Holy shit! I guess it was even awesomer than I realized!

I know some people like to spend their money on clothes that aren't falling apart and cars that have all 4 headlights, but I prefer to consume mine.