The Standard conversation of New York
You know the drill – try and make it if you can.
It’s been quite a week; good and bad. I should write more of it but I’m beat and bending time. I will.
Got back to the city tonight and Hazel called me and asked me I wanted to go out with her and 13 women. Who am I to say no?
Wish there was some story to tell you besides countless instances of the Standard (“Who do you know, what do you do, where are you from, blah, blah, blah”) from me and to me.
Still, whenever I do the Standard two or more times in one night, I know that I should go home and go to bed. Must have done it more than half-a-dozen times tonight. You should try to avoid it, as should I.
I should also try and get used to being in my bed by myself.
Location: @2:30AM, 118 10th Ave, explaining why
Music: I wish you’d take a walk in my shoes for a start