"STOP YELLING!!!!"

We awoke this morning to the sounds of squabbling between two guys. When one guy yelled at the other,"STOP YELLING!!!" as loud as can be imagined, we busted up. Living in a Habitrail apartment building, you'll have this.

Yesterday was so wonderful. For the first time in probably 5 months, Superfly didn't have to spend his entire Saturday photographing a sports event. We slept in, missing the Ragamuffin parade. On a whim, I tried calling the Trouble offspring and actually got them on the phone: it was awesome.

Friday, I got to see my friend at her office--a TV studio that plays host to a soap opera, among other things. A very young, hot-actor type walked past me and smiled. I gave him my smoothest, most suave look, and fell down the stairs.

That night was a karaoke party in Superfly's honor at Sing Sing. The St. Marks bar, not the prison. He starts his fab new job this week and his former co-workers gave him a sweet send-off. You read about how fantastic he is from my blog, but the proof is in how many people showed for his going-away, and how sad they are to see him go. This place is so cool: a private, soundproof room with drink service and comfy couches is the ideal environment to observe your co-workers singing "the Pussycat Song".

Update: My conundrum is no more. I will stay in my current position for as long as I can. As TJ correctly pointed out, what's been missing in the World of Trouble is stability. Another opportunity to be paid to write in NYC may or may not come along, but I need to focus on the needs of today.

And today we're going to the 3rd Avenue Street Fair, where I'm to try zeppoles--supposedly the Italian version of funnel cakes. Oh, and my beloved E-A-G-L-E-S are going to make short work of the KC Chiefs, while I enjoy hot wings and beer. Superfly is a Jets fan, take pity on him.

Isn't the weather gorgeous? The combination of sunshine and crisp, Fall air can't be beat. I want to go to a Halloween party. Say, why don't you tell me about your cleverest Halloween costume?

I dressed one year as Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction. Black suit, white shirt, black bob wig...and a huge syringe sticking in my chest.

Beat that!