Time Flies When You Uproot Your Life and Start Anew

Wow, so it's been a good couple of months since I've felt the need for therapy via blog in the form of brain spew. Maybe it's this new sense of peace I've gained. Maybe it's this new flowering love interest ... pfft, yeah I wish. No, maybe it's the fact that the last couple of months has been full of fun in the sun, hundreds of cardboard boxes, and a 1000 mile solo motorcycle trip.

Yes, it's true. I FINALLY got my ass out of the oppressive arms of conservative St. Louis and the corporate office, and into the throws of not so oppressive upstate New York and the union labor environment!
You know what time it is? LIST TIME!

The Lou vs. The 'Cuse from the Perspective of a Big Brown Lesbian Biker:

• Weather – It’s still summertime, so I’m gonna table this comparison until my tropical-by-nature ass is waist deep in snow. At least brown is a good contrast to snowy white, yes?
  
• Vroom Vroom – In the Lou, I know I have more actual riding days overall in a year. But in the ‘Cuse, I can go in any direction and see some beautiful windy roads that are far from the flatness that is the Midwest . Note: It was a hard decision to make, but Nietzsche did NOT make the 1000 mile trip from the Lou to the ‘Cuse with me. Why you ask? It isn’t because he didn’t want to, it’s because I am a true American in every materialist sense of the word. I desired a bigger bike! I tried to keep Nietzsche in the family, attempting to convince my little brother that he needed to learn to ride a bike and that I would sell him one for a sick low price. That didn’t work, so I went to Gateway Harley Davidson, found Daimon (a 1200C that was love at first sight, by the way), rang the Freedom Bell (more on that in another blog entry I promise), and rode out of there with Nietzsche in my rearview mirror. We’ll always have Memphis , my sweet Nietzsche! *sniffles*
  
• Friends – I left a number of good friends in The Lou. They are farther away, but close to my heart. Really, it’s a damn good thing I have friends all over this fine country and across so many state lines, because being in NY has put me in closer proximity to many other friends that I used to have to fly to see. Who loves ya’ Toronto , Pittsburgh , the NYC, etc. etc.
  
• Dating – Again, I probably need to table this comparison until I get my feet wet in the scene here. So far, it seems small. I'm sure you all will get dirt soon ... or shit, I hope so *sigh*
  
• Work -- I couldn't be happier with my situation here. First of all, I'm closer to the beer. Being in the brewery is sooooo much more fun than sitting in a cube farm. Everything from the smells of the brews to the sights of large scale production is really pretty exciting. I most definitely feel more comfortable in a hardhat and boots as opposed to business casual. But I didn't have to tell you guys that, right.
  
• Bars -- Other than the obvious change in the price of a beer, I've already found some spots I like around here. My favorite is The Dinosaur. It's a biker bar/bbq joint. However, being from Arkansas, I know my damn BBQ and I'm picky about it at that. Just as any good Arkansan would tell you, don't joke about the smoke, and you better cook my hog like you make love in the summertime, nice and slow. I drool just thinking about BBQ back home, but The Dinosaur will have to do. It's really the feel of the place that I like, and plus I get to play a tough leather biker chick when I go and pull Daimon up next to the big boys ... hee hee, it's so fun! I could totally walk there because I live so close to it, but what's the fun in that??!!
  

Ah, and so it goes! Jen has made it out of the midwest, huzzah! It's been about 3 weeks now, and my ass has healed fully from the ride. It's time to see what else Syracuse has to offer me.