Mustached corn dogs.

Somewhere between "one more drink" and "what time is it?" an executive decision was made to leave the vast land of Brooklyn and hunt down corn dogs. In the process, fake mustaches were discovered being dispensed from the type of machine normally reserved for baseball cards or shiny stickers. Corn dogs were purchased; some consumed immediately, others jammed into coat pockets for the trip back to Brooklyn.

Did I mention LP was back in town? This should all make sense now.

Friends and jealousy, as separate as oil and vinegar.

Neither Broadway shows nor work dinners were the reasons I found myself clamoring through Times Square tonight. I had trouble finding the Crowne Plaza where my friend C was staying. Darting into the Ferris-wheeled Toys 'R Us to escape the windswept crowd, I made one last pleading attempt to find where he was. It's across the street from the Hershey store is not sufficient directions for New Yorkers. Note that.

A few minutes and a half dozen crowded street corners later I found myself reunited with an old friend. We small-talked our way to a sufficient bar on 9th Avenue before settling in for a few drinks. Twelve year Balvenie called, and I picked up. Neat. As always.

C is a rare gem in my life; whether that is five days or five years, I'm usually the one at fault for dropping the conversation with him. I have a harder time accepting that notion than I do admitting it. I promise to improve upon this. Someday.

But as always, conversation picks up where it left off like we never missed a step. He's still working on his magazine for our generation, enjoying life in D.C as a consultant in the meantime. His clear-mindedness is one to envy. I bounced career ideas off of his more experienced life's work. Love and ambition, family and college times; all discussed over a pair of Tanqueray's.

We pushed ourselves through the post-dinner crowd and parted ways at the Crowne. As I made my way to towards the safety of the train I passed this gent' doing what I've been meaning to do for some time; capture TS with something grander than my cell phone camera. My Blackberry sufficed once again, jealous of his initiative.



Some day.