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Thursday, February 04, 2010 | |
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Where life takes you Location: on way to Yonkers Mood: busy Music: with lovers and friends I still can recall  A buddy I've not seen in a bit came by the other day. We went out for a walk and randomly a frienda his invited him over to eat. So he invited me. Next thing you know we're on a cab heading west and sitting in some girl's kitchen having some hommade jook and I'm moving a cello and he's hanging a tapestry. Funny where the day takes you sometimes. ---------- Katsmw: Logan, I've told you this several times before! Me: Sorry - most of the 90s and the first half of the 2000s were a blur to me. Her: Why is that? Me: My insomnia. Once I started sleeping well a few days in a row, it was like putting on glasses and seeing clearly. Had some other friends over last night; an old college buddy and his wife. Made a roasted rack of lamb, potatoes, salad with blue cheese and cranberries rounded off with some gluhwein. Afterward, played some Scattergories (lost one round and tied one round) and introduced him to the wonderful worlda rum. At some point, y'sit around and chat about stories in college. Like how my buddy would come back from a hard run and then have a cigarette. He's since quit. 17 years I've known the fella. It's nice seeing how things change with old friends. And how much things stay the same. Me: (dropping carving knife onto floor) YIKES! Everyone: Whoa! Her: That could have cut off your toe! Him: It fell into his lap first (laughing) so a toe woulda been the least of his problems. YASYCTAI: Time for some dinner guests. (180 mins/1 pt)  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Monday, July 14, 2008 | |
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Under advisement Location: 23:00, walking alone down Broadway Mood: fat 'n content Music: She's my Brandy Alexander always gets me into trouble But that's another matter  ---------- A building around the way caught fire. HEI stops by for brunch but we're captivated by the heat from flames. Quite something, those firemen. Her: There's always something happening around you! Me: I like to keep you on your toes. Friday night, meet up with PCD. Her: Why do you have so many different types of plates and cups? Me: (shrugging) Had lots of failed relationships Her: (pause) That's a lot sadder an answer than I was expecting. End up walking around Columbia for a slice of Koronet Pizza and lounging on the steps to the library. Her: I like you but...I'm seeing other people, you know... Me: (nodding) I'll take that under advisement. Saturday, wrestle. PCD's a little freaked out that I'm pretty much constantly covered with black and blue marks; I look like an abused child. Saturday night, meet up with Heartgirl and some friends downtown. We end up alone, just after midnight, and chat. Me: I'm sorry, I'm not up on the young people speak - what does that mean, Don't catch emotion with me? Her: It means don't fall for me. (pause) I'm looking to date other guys. Me: (nodding) I'll take that under advisement.I kiss her goodnight and she hops into a cab. We're supposed to meet up Saturday but she's always ditching so I don't expect to actually see her. As I turn around, I lock eyes with two pretty blonds, smile and start chatting with them. Me: ...everyone's got their front-runners and back-burners. But that's my story with her (Heartgirl). Why don't we talk about our story? Her: (sarcastically) Well aren't you confident? Me: (grin) Quite.Her: (laughing) I like that. Me: (nodding) I'll take that under advisement.The wedding was beautiful. I'd like a wedding like that. Suppose, I'd have to find a girlfriend first, though...    Labels: Cornell, dialogue, New York City, NYC, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Monday, May 26, 2008 | |
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You heart me Location: 1993 in my head Mood: melancholy Music: It's a little bit funny  Her: I think you (draws a heart in the air) me. (laughs) Why does our meeting have to mean something? Can't it just be we met and I just had too much to drink? Me: Because I want so bad for it to mean something. That's why you can't be the girl. ---------- Friday, meet up with WM and Paolo for a party at Duvet. Not my scene. We bounce and meet up with Elle and company for some rum and beer at Reservoir. Meet a girlie who thinks I look too young. I tell her I'm not. On the subway going up, I bump into three lovely young German women, smile and say, Hallo, habe ich ein Witz fuer euch - ein Typ...usw, usw, usw... Saturday, see the girl that I thought was the Ship in the Night Girl who says the above. We chat from midnight to four again before I put her in a cab and take the long walk home, just for old times sake. Walking home I think of something: this girl has green eyes. The SING had green eyes. I think. You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue. Sunday, meet up with Rain downtown to do a month's worth of laundry. He makes me stand on a plank of wood he's cutting with a powersaw as my whites hit the rinse cycle. Later that night, attend Cappy's wedding an upscale midtown Greek restaurant. I see friends I've not seen in 15 years. They ask me how I am and I lie and say I'm fine. Outside, take a picture of the attractive hostess who looks up at the sky and tell her that I won't take her number but I'll give her mine. She smiles and says that very gentlemanly. It's my turn to laugh as I hand her my card. Of course, she's 21, but not, however, a pescatarian. ---------- Her: I think you want the drama. You like the drama. Me: I really, really, do not. Her: What if it did mean something? But not what you were hoping. What if we did connect, but as friends?Me: (laugh, lean into her ear) I think you heart me. Her: (leans into my ear) That's my line. You can't take my line.Me: I just did.   Labels: Cornell, long walk home, New York City, NYC, pescatarians, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Friday, January 25, 2008 | |
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Cornell Location: guess Mood: nostalgic Music: I feel like I just got home and I feel like...I'm home  ---------- I'm in Cornell right now; was working in the library until just before. Spent the day running about causa work. I followed my GPS to get here so it took me on a road I never took before. I was disappointed because I didn't see it rise up like it always does. I ate in the food hall and felt very, very old. Then I took a long walk to the main campus. The campus was pretty much completely empty because it was late and hella cold. It was weird because I was always out by myself late at night because of the insomnia so, on the one hand, it looked like it always did to me; on the other - they built this monstrosity in the middle of my campus. Guess, you can't go home again. More to tell but I'm sorting. I really I don't think I'm seeing the green-eyed Italian lawyer until March and I completely randomly thought of the curly-haired girl today because she went to school near here. But I'm seeing L tonight for dinner if I can make it back in time. I've not seen her in months either. My timing's never right but the Venn Diagrams I draw make up for it somewhat.  Labels: Cornell, long walk home, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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