Holy fucking shit...

OK. I spent all day yesterday and today helping my cousin Paul with some practice work he had to do for upkeep of his attorney's license, but it was fucking impossible to keep on track. I felt like I could have done the thing on my own faster than the two of us did together. And I didn't go to law school. If I had hair I would have pulled it all out by now.

At least I got to hang out with Sal last night. I think we ate at the same Italian restaurant we ate at when I was out to visit him three years ago, then we ate at the Little Pie Company and walked along the Hudson and shot the shit a while.

Quite dolichocephalic, that lad.

I met Mina tonight; we had dinner at a little Vietnamese place and then ice cream in Chinatown. Who knew that peanut-butter-sesame ice cream would be so fucking great? I hadn't seen her in five years or so, so it was good to catch up. I managed to navigate the NYC subway mostly on my own, so I'm not totally helpless. Although I wish I'd remembered to email Melissa Patenio to see when she was gonna be in NYC. I wanna say it would have been tonight and maybe I could have met up with them after Mina went home. Ah, well.

I'm beat. I've done no reading or much relaxing on this trip. Well, I've had some good mental vacation in NYC, but my brain was hurting earlier after wrapping my head around NJ family law. I'm gonna have some juice and turn in.

Tomorrow I'm having lunch with my aunt and grandma and then I think we're going to some Italian place for dinner. That'll be nice.

My Vegas tix went through, and buy.com says they'll replace my missing shipment. So woo.

OK. Off to juice. I need to see if I can get Dana a black and white cookie tomorrow in the hopes it will keep for four days and a plane ride.