November 13, 2012

• High Society

  It was 6 am. The sun was starting to peak through the night sky, but I could not tell from where.  Through her window on the 26th floor in Midtown all I could see was the horizon of skyscrapers.   The night was still present and looking down I can see silhouettes of taxis and cars.

  My feet were hurting intensely as a suburban boy who never walked a farther distance than from his car to his office.  I swear we had walked over 100 blocks that night as we went from speakeasy, to club, to bar, to other bar, and to late night pizza.  That coupled with yesterday's travel through Central Park, the Guggenheim, and the Met had left me in some serious pain.  She had mocked me all through the night as I was not able to endure while she had to walk the same distance in 4 inch heels.   It is rare that I am ever up and about until 6 am, but maybe it was the time difference in my head or the intoxication from the night of drinking or the intoxication from the city and all it had to offer.

  Still astonished by the view and how this apartment with an amazing view was enough for 7-8 BMW leases a month, an amount of money I could not fully rationalize.  I took in a deep breath and continued to look our her window in astonishment of how amazing life is.  How much of the world have I yet to discover?  And in that moment I looked at her.  You wouldn't know how sharp her tongue was and how quick her wit was from the look of for her petite and cute frame.   

  Through the night, I had been chatting with her and trying my best not to "lawyered" by her.  My only escape was the fact that she had not been sworn in and it would be about 3 months until she was officially a lawyer.   She settled for telling me she "JD'ed" me, initials to a word I still pretend to understand.  

  I was impressed.  I was impressed by the city and impressed by her ambition for the world and to her audacity that she deserved all this and more.  

  We went to sleep. And in the morning when I woke up at 11:30 am, she had let me know that she had already been up since 9 am working.   

  I ask her, "How do you do it? Aren't you tired?"

  She simply responds, "You just have to get it done no matter how you are feeling." 

  And I have always believed I was a hard worker. And I have always believed that I have what it takes.  But there are truly some days I linger before I take that step out at bed.   

  This morning I woke up back in San Jose completely exhausted. All the traveling, drinking, and 5 hr sleeps had finally caught up to me.  I looked at the time on the clock and I simply told myself. "It has to get done." 

  I started my day with that expression.  I think I will continue saying these words to myself very often as I climb to higher and higher levels in life.  She is on the 26th floor.  I need to level past this one.  

  I can't let a 5 foot 3 Asian girl pass me up in life.  No matter how cute she is.

   

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