I know I talked about the endless possibilities of the open road yesterday, but I forgot to mention the endless possibilities of New York City. One minute youíre going for a run over the Williamsburg Bridge, and then next youíre headed out to a rooftop barbecue in Manhattan. And you never know who youíre going to meet.
This girl named Jenny struck up a conversation with me and, before you know it, we agreed to join a Sunday hockey league in the East Village. Iím not sure if Iím really going to play (I only said yes after three glasses of wine), but I love that there is always fun stuff going on. Itís impossible to ever get bored, and the distraction sure helps when youíre feeling bummed about a boy.