Break for Spring!...in February?

Coming to you live from Los Angeles, I have returned from my spring break adventures. My week and a half long adventure took me from Bob Hope airport in Burbank to Denver and Denver University where I was so kingly housed by Lars and his roommate Lasse. I was exposed to the outer parts of the city which has a much slower and what seemed to be down to earth pace than Los Angeles. It was also remarkably warm there, allowing Lars and I to actually go play 9 holes at a municipal course where I proceeded to either shoot par or quadruple plus bogie. Despite the warm weather, Lars and I still went to Beaver Creek one day and shredded the nar on some good snow on a super sunny and nice day. It was pretty boo ya.
I also played my first game of poker ever and was the first our of four to lose all my chips the first game. However, the second, I finished second, and was saved from losing any money on that game. Furthermore, I was also able to see Emily, Lars gurlfriend who was also in Rome with us along with Julia, a third Rome buddy. It was quite fun, got to take over the living room of a nice apt and just sleep in and relax. Good times had by all.
After spending Friday through Wednesday in Denver, I left that afternoon and headed my way to New York to visit yet another roman buddy. After arriving at LaGuardia airport I treated myself to a long overdue game of Gallaga, my most favorite 80’s video game ever that they just happened to have by the baggage carousels as I awaited my escorts. Leah and her friend Hellen arrived just after I managed to lose my last space fighter to the tricky and surprisingly witty and fast invading aliens. From there it was only a short bus ride to go wait a while in the cold at the above ground part of the subway to take us to a 15 minute walk back to Northern Chelsea where they reside. Their “apartment” which is basically the tiniest dorm I’ve ever seen (rooms are literally 6’ wide x 12’ long and house two people via bunk beds, no joke…claustrophobia anyone?) and should never be called anything other than simply tiny boxes in which to slowly but surely drive anyone/thing that lives in them crazy. Upon actually seeing these domiciles in person I lovingly referred to the place as The Box from there on out.
In New York it snowed and was icky-poo-nasty on Thursday, so I laid around all day, slept, talked to friends and family and devised a sight seeing rout which I promptly abandoned once I had the chance to implement it Friday. Once that came, I walked around, starting on 5th street and making my way north past the Empire State Building, Rockefeller Center, through a major shopping district and onto the southern tip of Central Park. I also went to Time Square and made the mistake of going into the Virgin Megastore which is about 10 times bigger than the one here in L.A. Fortunatly I had to go to the bathroom bad enough to make myself leave after an hour of listening to music and deciding that I “totally needed” about 15 CD’s I ended up setting down and rushing for a potty. Probably something to do with the only meal I had eaten at that time…Mc-fricken-Donalds, so gross.
This is where I through in a little snippet of the “I’m Totally Weird” disclaimer to explain why I ate at McDonalds while I was in New York and profess that I have some sort of phobia about eating in real restaurants by myself. I am not sure if it is the feeling that everyone is looking at the dude eating alone and feeling sorry/pitiful and making fun of him or if it’s just the thought of having the only other seat at your table empty or that they usually won’t let me bring my imaginary friends in with me and share a table of 8 with me and the buddies no-one else can see, but I simply just can’t manage to make myself eat in a legitimate restaurant alone. However, non-legitimate restaurants, such as McDonalds and any other “fast food” joints, are total fair game for solo eating. I know, crazy and mentally deranged, but hey, I don’t feel like taking pills to fix it.
The rest of the weekend I was entertained by seeing Bodies The Exhibit down on the lower west side of Manhattan (http://www.bodiestheexhibition.com/) which was a superbly done exhibit on the major functions and composition of the human body. This was proceeded by a lovely dinner in Little Italy, by far the closest anyone has come to matching the infinitely superb dishes at La Hostaria De Moro, a.k.a. Tony’s, the restaurant that we constantly ate at in Rome.
Finally, Sunday I was treated to a lovely stroll down Wall Street and Battery Park along with witnessing the touching scene that is Ground Zero. You wouldn’t think that a giant hole in the ground surrounded by big fences could make you feel a wide range of emotions, but you’d be wrong. My stay was capped off by watching what I thought to be a poorly done Oscars where I was pleased Brokeback Mountain didn’t win every award known to man.
I’m now back in Los Angeles, and quite frankly, I no longer want to be here, or anywhere except back home. I’m sick of traveling, I’m sick of being away and I’m tired of not feeling like I really belong where I’m at. I’m not saying I don’t “belong” in Los Angeles, but I’m only here for a semester and I know I’m not coming back right away and it doesn’t feel like home. I am just ready to go back and that’s all I’m going to say because I don’t want to bore you guys with my “I’m a spoiled travling student who is bored” speech that I’ve already bored my parents and co. with too often. I suppose getting burned out in Rome was a bad idea before coming to L.A. :-p
Unfrotunatly, we haven’t really had a lot of time, or ideas for that matter, to make a new video to everyone’s entertainment. There are a handful of so-so ideas on the table that we may try to work with, but as of now, we’ll just have to wait and see what happens. March Madness is only a few days away from announcing the line-up, which is quite exciting and, who knows, may produce some film ideas and good stuff. Keep your fingers crossed.
Ok, I’ve written a fair amount, new pictures are up, go check ‘em out here (http://www.flickr.com/photos/myjonboy/sets/)
Alright, I’m out. Have a good one, be super duper, New York is balls cold in the winter, and have a wonderful day,

Jon Boy