Flo Spirits Flow

I'm sorry for the radio silence yesterday. After work we went across the street to Nikki's bar in Venice, for a few holiday drinks. Since it was my last hoorah with these friends - at least for a while - I decided to go on a mission, if you know what I mean. Oh God. I'm still feeling it.

I don't have any idea what drinks or how many drinks I had, but it would be best described by the imaginary American Indian word 'waytoomany'. Many thanks to Flo for driving me home, even though it meant a detour through Hollywood to go to another bar. More thanks to Flo for picking me up for work - this afternoon!

Needless to say, I had a great time. And, as I left the office tonight for the last time, I was more than a little sad. As I said in my farewell letter, as a team we spilled a lot of blood, sweat, and tears together in the last six months. They'll keep doing so, but I won't be there with them to do my part. But alas, change is the most inevitable phenomenon in the universe, and anything but commitment to flow with it is a recipe for disappointment and self defeat.

Let's flow.

In other news, I'm on my way to NYC tomorrow, so I'd better get started on a different kind of packing. I'm looking forward to celebrating Susan's birthday. I'm looking forward to seeing my old buddy, Gumby. Most of all, I'm looking forward to hearing Susan sing for the first time since she began this program.

I'm officially unemployed. I have leaped. I'm offering no resistance. Somebody better bust out a net pretty soon!