Goodnight, New York
For some reason, the folks I've met in NY the last 2 years have been predominantly immigrants from California. It's not an unusual phenomenon I suppose. It seems in large cities all over the world, you'll find enclaves of ex-patriots - Roppongi in Tokyo, Lan Kwai Fong in Hong Kong, the Golden Triangle in Kuala Lumpur. And in New York, on any given weekend, you can wander into some bar, usually in the East Village, sometimes the Lower East Side, and occassionally in the Meatpacking district, and run into a group of Californian ex-pats in NY, all gathered for some drinks and some laughs.This morning saw the departure of a big catalyst to most of these gatherings and the friend to whom nearly everyone I've met in New York can be traced back to. After one final all-nighter, one last drink, and one last hunt for food at 4:30am, his two year stint in the City that Never Sleeps has come to a close.
Thanks friend. It was a good run.
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