right now I am working on the big project for the year - the US Open. It's basically myself and my manager running the entire sposnorship for our client for the 3 weeks. there are a ton of ancillary events that we have to plan and manage as well as all the branding and creative on site and we manage the Cyber Court, which is basically an Internet room for all the players and their agents.
but right now I am doing something I definitely needed a master's degree for -our office is moving to a new building in a few weeks and I am on the AWESOME Move Committee. So I am walking around the office (100 people) and taking inventory of every chair, desk, table, filing cabinet, whatever that we have. Take pics of them and record all this shit. It's terrible.
Good man, I'm on Gulf beach from 8-12 in Milford for camp this week. It's nice, I only have 11 kids and I watch them play volleyball for 4 hours. It's Long Island Sound water, but I'll take the scenery with pleasure.
I've decided it's time to do the necessary to get my million dollar beach house. I want to be in my own private area, away from annoying things (such as people). I want to stare at the waves for hours with nothing to worry about except my fishing pole (just in case it bends). I want to have family and friends over and just enjoy life...well...most likely that only means friends. I want to have good conversation and laughs with classy, funny, friendly, loving people. I want to smile so hard it hurts. I want me and my guests to feel completely content and entertained. I want them to comfortably sleep at my home overnight in their own section of the house, so they can relax without worrying about driving home or bothering me while I'm trying to sleep. When they leave, I want to enjoy the solitude. Eventually, I might want to share it all with a beautiful woman I call my better half.