The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Wish I was there

Another 4:00AM creative wave. The sleepy me hates this. “Go back to sleep.” She orders, with grogginess thick in her tone. But the creative me ignored her.

The suck thing is…I didn’t take full advantage of this imaginative burst. I really did try to get back to sleep. Knowing I have a big day ahead of me. A long day. Sleep was fitful. On and off at best, hampering the artistic juices, so nothing was really accomplished.

NYC. That’s one of the things I thought about. The U.S, Open. And how I wanna go. Unfortunately, I am forced to live this fantasy out vicariously through lots of my friends who have tickets, and are going. On of my best friends has front row tickets to Arthur Ashe. I think it’s not this w/e but next. My boss leaves tomorrow. He goes every year to the teaching pro conference. Lucky bastard.

Manhattan. That’s where I’d stay. Hop on the L and go straight to Flushing Meadows. Shea on the left – the courts on the right. damn I wanna go.