I have never felt so at home in this city as I do right now. The day was perfect by every measure. Even work. Yes, even work.
Then I left work and went out for drinks with the crew. Este was there. Our Waitress, the only one I'd grant a capital W. She took care of us.
We toasted and razzed the interns. After Jay spent an hour on his drink: "Hey, we can't all be doctors. Some of us gotta be nurses." I'm not usually the trash talking sort, but sometimes you've gotta. Besides, we kid because we love. I'm going to miss those kids.
Tomorrow we may go out again. One last hurrah.
On the way to the train station I passed Racquel, Monique, and Geraldine. They pegged me for drunk even though I held it together. We laughed as we ambled down the street. All was good.
Now I'm on the train home, sobering slowly. One more stop to go. Days like today, this city is easy to love.
Devil Monkey Boy

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