Dave is…
Leaving tomorrow.
This week I threw my first party in three years, celebrated a birthday, entertained my parents, packed up my apartment, saw the reopened Washington Square Park fountain, saw Wounded Buffalo Theory at Trash Bar and Two Seconds to Midnight at Public Assembly, ate at Dinosaur BBQ, and drank at Barccade. I tried to cram all the fun I’ve been ignoring in the interest of minimal academic success this semester into a week. And it was pretty awesome which just makes it more disheartening to be leaving. This will be the fourth time I have left for some prolonged international excursion and despite the rousing success of each of those trips I always spend the last few days before I go regretting giving into the wanderlust. I could just be sitting around this lovely apartment hanging out and enjoying a beautiful early summer afternoon but instead I am desperately packing the last of my stuff before giving up said beautiful apartment and leaving everyone for seven months.
It’s gonna end well but right now I wish the most I have to worry about it is figuring out when Bravo is going to reair this week’s Real Housewives of New Jersey.