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Breathe In
Chris Abad and I were walking home from rehearsal Monday night when we said in near-unison, “I just want to release one great record.” I post about my music career less and less here, largely because I have less and less of a music career. I knew full well this was going to be something…
Read MoreThe Bachelor
It’s just another Monday night alone on the couch watching “The Bachelor.” That’s right: season eleven of ABC’s dating jaggernaut starring Brad Womack, the 34-year-old Austin, Texas-based self-made entrepreneur (aka bar owner), is winding down. And I’m watching it. I’d like to state for the record that, while I’m sure Deanna’s heartfelt “When I look…
Read MoreBorn To Run
I’m often asked why I run the New York City Marathon. Here’s my top ten. 10 – It’s There. Or, more succinctly, it’s right here! The Marathon route comes within four blocks of Abbi and my apartment. In fact, yesterday, as we barrelled towards Columbus Circle, I said to Abbi (in an attempt to galvanize…
Read MoreI’ll Be Right Beside You Dear
It’s remarkable how out of shape one can feel just three days before a marathon. This was my statement to Abbigail as we began running this morning. My knees were sore (especially the one wrecked from last year’s freak slide accident). My hips were sore. I felt stiff and tired. Now, we planned the wedding…
Read MoreAll I Want Is You, Part II
“If it feels like I’m leaning on you to keep from passing out, I am.” I am standing beneath an ivy-covered trellis adjacent to the Inn at Brays Island. I am wearing a navy blue, two-button Versace suit; a pinpoint cotton, spread collar, French-cuffed Charles Tyrwhitt shirt; a navy, periwinkle and brown diagonally striped Luigi…
Read MoreWhat Lookin’ Pretty Cool’ll Getcha’, Part III
It’s a sad chapter, one about which we rarely speak. Chris, Tony, Ryan and I met in high school (Ryan was actually in seventh grade, but close enough). MTV was all about Skid Row, Mr. Mister and Mike & The Mechanics at the time, but we weren’t feelin’ it. One day after school, Chris and…
Read MoreLa Luna
There isn’t a ton of upside to waking up at four o’clock in the morning wrecked from an eleven hour time zone shift and a three weeks absence from the office. Sitting here on the couch of my Hell’s Kitchen living room just now, though, reading an article Steve Martin wrote for The New Yorker…
Read MoreAll I Want Is You: Part I
In just three hours Abbi and I were to exchange vows beneath a three hundred-year-old live oak on the edge of the Pocotaligo River. I was driving myself to lunch through a full-on monsoon. My Jeep was kicking up a speedboat’s wake through the pond-sized puddles. The windshield wipers were completely overwhelmed by the downpour.…
Read MoreDubai: At Home At The End Of The World
Passport Control at Dubai International Airport seems a bit like the bridge of a Rebel Alliance starship; every stripe of the known universe is represented. Despite our interminable wait after a day of protracted, ass-numbing air travel, I found myself thrilled — babbling, even — in my surroundings. Everything was hard lit, brushed steel, flat…
Read MoreThe Maldives: Half A World Away
I counted five shooting stars on the way back from the bathroom last night. The North Star was so bright, I mistook it for the moon. Just now, stepping from the outdoor shower, I saw a blue-gray porcupine fish the size of a springer spaniel floating sentry at the stairs leading to the lagoon. The…
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