Wouldn't it be nice...

if we were older....

Too much beach boys exposure after watching 50 first dates on TV.

Two and a half years later, I've now locked in a date to return to New York City. On the first day of February, 2007, I will be dumb enough to be working for the mergers and acquisitions team out of 299 Park Avenue, right next to 270 and 277 Park, the home of the JPMorgan Chase investment bank, a place I visited two days before I left the City that first time. The pink elephant will be going back to where I got it from. Maybe its symbolic or something.

I don't know if its nice to be older, but I sure feel older, wiser, a bit more jaded.