southern-bound.

and so on friday, i begin a number of months during which i will take several flights:

on this last friday of april, i will fly to atlanta and attempt to not drink myself dead. fingers crossed! in new york, i hardly drink as hard or as often as i do when i'm in georgia; there is something about that state that turns me into a lush.

on a saturday at the end of may, i will fly to new orleans and spend the weekend helping to demolish mold-ridden remnants of the ninth ward. i will sleep in bunk beds with strangers and eat the food they hand me.

on a friday in the middle of june, i will fly back to georgia to celebrate the marriage of two friends.

on a saturday in july, i will fly to south carolina for the first vacation i've had with my father in 13 years. i will ride a bike across kiawah island and prepare my family avocado and citrus salad, grilled jerk-spiced portobello mushrooms over cumin rice, green apple salsa, and coconut milk bread pudding.

on the other weekends? i will sip bloody marys with scarnsworth and kate moss and we will sun ourselves at beaches in queens.