i always get into a bit of a funk after coming back from visiting new york.
it's such an exciting city. there's so many people everywhere, so many sights to see, its a whirlwind of constant activity, which can make coming back to the midwest seem....well...kind of boring. spending a weekend in new york city is like being the guy from the high school marching band taking the most beautiful, craziest, wildest girl to prom. she's dancing, spiking the punch, sneaking cigarettes, yelling, making a total mess of everything she touches, and the whole time you're thinking, "this is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy, i'm out of my league, what am i doing here!" after a night filled with whiskey shots, midnight raves, car chases, bar fights, an altercation with the cops, a wrecked car, a depleted bank account, and being scared for your life the entire time, you wake up the next morning back in your dull, boring life. as crazy as the night was, and as thankful as you are to still be alive, you sort of miss the excitement.
for a brief moment, you were out of your element...and that can be a good thing.
(sounds like a plot from a john hughes film)
well, i'm the guy from the marching band, and new york was my crazy prom date.
now it's time for me to go back and practice some sousa, but please enjoy a few prom pics.