Day One

So here it is: the highly unanticipated "Desperately Seeking Miguel" blog. I have a pretty good feeling once word gets around that any lack of anticipation will be antiquated and the mere thought of an update on this project will have you salivating for more. Think, "Where in the World is Carmen San Diego" meets "Romeo and Juliet."



Before I get too involved with describing what kind of blog this is, I should probably give you a little bit of the back story...



I'd like to consider myself a third party, but directly involved at all costs. How could that be, you ask? I will tell you.



A friend of mine has a lot of friends, and when I say a lot, I mean a whole LOT. If you pass her on the street and holler... instant friend. If you went to school with her... instant friend. If you work with her... instant friend. If you are a friend of a friend... instant friend. From barber shops to bodegas from Japan to New York City-- this girl has got it covered. Her name is Lauren. I also live with Lauren.



Anyway, so one of these many friends came to visit New York. Her name is Roxanne. While in the Big Apple, Roxanne met the apple of her eye. Her soul mate. They met at Lit. The last 48 hours of Roxanne's trip were spent swaddled in the nurturing arms of her new beau in the E. Houston Hotel. He gave her his number and she had every intention of keeping in touch. His name is Miguel.



All good things must come to an end. Somehow, someway, while riding high on the wings of love back to San Francisco Roxanne lost Miguel's number. Now, faced with quite the predicament and no sane way to contact him (no mutual friends, no phone number, no last name) Roxanne did what any girl madly in love with a stranger would do: get her friends to flyer the shit out of the neighborhood where he said he lived.