One of the victims of my recent ailments has been the apartment. My little abode is a little mess, so I did the logical thing: placed a craigslist ad for a helper.

Unfortunately, all the responses sort of missed the mark, from the overly chummy ("Meeting more people in the neighborhood is always great.") to the overly scary ("I am a straight guy, and I do not play games.") Left to my own devices, a concise plan was made to hit the kitchen. Surfaces, floors, windows (inside and out), nooks, crannies, refrigerator.
With this completed, a self-treat was in order. Feeling people-deprived, the plan was to walk down the piers, then up Christopher, have one beer, go to the Eagle, eat one burger, have one beer and return home. Among the three locales, there were bound to be known quantities. This theory held as true:The following were seen (in order of appearance):
Starting at the Dugout: Dustin, Bryce, Neil, Nello, Tom, Dan, Scott, Ed, Paul, Joe, Peter
Then after a ride to the Eagle with three of the above: The majority of the above plus Paul, Vasco, Eric, Alex, Tony, Chris.
Yes, an incredibly dull listing of generic male names and not my usual style.
The point of this scattershot post being that after a too-long hibernation, the city is back. Or, as the most common greeting was "I haven't seen you in forever," maybe I am. Or maybe it is a bit of both.



