I’ll have something of personal substance up this weekend, but wanted to make sure everyone read this lovely little thing on my current town from the Times.
It stands to reason that moving to Jersey is the one not-cool thing that will never inexplicably become cool among New Yorkers. And I had done it. It no longer seemed necessary to have a different bar to go to every night of the week. It seemed like it was time to learn to live within my means. If this is what aging entails, the Village Voice was right.