Wednesday 7th October 2009. Atlanta - New York.
Got up and went straight to the airport to get a flight back to New York. After the extraordinary convenience of travelling on a private plane, dealing with regular airport security and that old familiar experience of commercial travel seemed like a lot of hard work. Not to mention faintly absurd. I zenned out, relaxed and went with it. Picked up the new Philip Roth at an airport book stand, though this may be somewhat wishful thinking, given that I haven't read a recreational syllable for months.
There was WiFi on board the aircraft, which was a first for me. It felt oddly normal to be able to sit in my seat sending email and surfing the net. If this catches on it may be a while before I get to read any recreational syllables at all, on tour anyway.
Back in New York, getting to my little crow's nest room seemed unnaturally like coming home. I was absolutely whacked so took a bit of a nap before surfacing to face my monstrous 'to do' list. Worked till the evening when a few of us escaped downtown to a favourite sushi place of mine on Houston St. From there across the street to a fantastically funky hole-in-the-wall bar with a great juke box. Finally, on to a restaurant where Gavin was having his birthday dinner with some of our group. We just called in for a drink and a happy birthday, though they were just about wrapping up when we got there. There was talk of going on to a club 'for just one more' but I could see that trouble was brewing so I slipped into a cab and headed back to midtown. If I don’t get some sleep tonight I may as well give up...