...what a fantastic weekend. On this Monday night at 10pm, I am actually having a hard time remembering everything!!!! Too much fun!!!!

Events include, but are not limited to... (from Last Wednesday-on)

Dinner party at my apartment, some really great work-stuff, Splash bar Thursday night, taking a mid-week day off, party at John's, met a really cool guy- Italo, my first strip-club / titty bar with Jai from Queer Eye, Beige at BBar, several Rush Hour burgers, the *new* Apple store, 60 Thompson roof deck, Other Room, Dark Room, Fat Baby, Max Fish, Schiller's, Belly, another party at my house, Kelly P's b-day, out with clients, turning clients into friends, finding someone else their dream apartment, working a lot, Hiro Ballroom, Fleet Week, brunch on the water infront of Lady Liberty with Italo, new sheets with high thread count, a new Ted Baker dress shirt, socks, 2xist undies, got a beautiful invitation to stepbrother Jesse & Kristin's wedding in September, super-fun cookout at Eva & Travis' apt in BKLYN, began registering at Hunter College for the fall, many phone conversations with people I adore, plans to go to Florida for a week, its hot outside, messy room from too much fun.

Again- I see my life as a series of blessings, strung together by fantastic people, realities, hard-work, energy, consumption, life and opportunity in the most amazing city in the world... New York. Thanks, NYC.

I wrote this on June 28, 2005.

"On the Monday of my last week I took my lunch hour to go stand in Times Square. It was the beginning of the end of my young start in the New York City financial world. I stood right on the apex of 7th and Broadway. I closed my eyes, face in the sun, and spread my arms... I could feel the energy of the cabs whizzing by, I heard comments from tourists ("what is he doing? is he on TV?"). I opened my eyes to see the grandeur of the lights, the sun, the people, the buildings, the noise, the power, the Americana, the tourists, the money, the poverty, the rich, the poor. I was in the center of the universe. I felt like the luckiest guy alive. I may not have all of the "things" or be in love or have stamps in my passport- but I feel okay about that. I am here, I am alive, I am doing well- and writing my own story and no one can take that away from me. I must cultivate my future. The keystone is that inside, I know I am making good decisions that are true to this "dream" I have of my future."

Life has been fantastic, joyful, ideal, and full of greatness lately.

My weekend can be simply described as charming.

My vision can be simply described as optimistic.

Sometimes it feels like I am looking through a pane of glass. Sometimes it feels like I am living someone else's life. Sometimes it feels like I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams.