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Monday, November 09, 2009 | |
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Five miles in Manhattan Location: my bed Mood: artistic Music: Never know what we will see. Come take a walk with me.  Me: Too nice a day to wrestle. Wanna take a walk? Her: Sure.  Me: I think they extended the bike path on the west side. We can walk down the new park.  Her: That sounds like fun. Can we go to the High Line? Me: Sure. (later) ...that is if we can ever find the entrance.  Her: It's funny, being tourists in your own city. Me: I like it. It Reminds me of why I like this place so much.  Her: Do you want to walk to Trader Joe's? Me: (pointing) It's past that white building with the blue clock over there. Her: (amused) I've been to Union Square before, you know.  Me: Yes, I know. (laughing) I just pretend you never had a life before me. YASYCTAI: Enjoy the nice days before they're gone. (240 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, New York City, NYC  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Tuesday, July 07, 2009 | |
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My 4th Weekend, 2009 Location: 20:00, Sheep Meadow with a bottle of wine Mood: thinking Music: perhaps a bottle of Rose instead  Rain popped by to talk some shop. Good catching up with him. Had a cigarette; don't really know why. Felt sick and regretted it instantly. Suppose I'll regret it more when I'm on the mat and someone's trying to choke me out. Had a dinner of wine and a sandwich on the grass in Sheep Meadow with my pretty lady, watching two girlies trying to fly a kite. They never got it up but they kept trying.  Hope you had a nice holiday weekend if y'had a holiday weekend. Me? Worked on the cellar again on the fourth and then popped by the rents to fix their DVR. Sped home just in time to see the fireworks by my lonely. Got a bit anxious, actually. A sea of people around me in a limited space. But everyone was super polite and cool. Zero street beef. It was nice; crowd was almost silent, just watching the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air.  Slipped outta there fore the crowd surged home. Oh, this is before people started pouring in - more than double that amount ended up being there:  Yep - Germany's pretty and China's interesting but the US's still the best country in the world, yeah? Let's hope those drums stay silent a little longer.  YASYCTAI: Have you seen Band of Brothers? Y'really should. It's very good. Had drinks years ago with the guy that died in the foxhole in the film. Cool dude. (705 mins/2 pts) Labels: 4th of July, New York City, NYC Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Tuesday, May 19, 2009 | |
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Heartgirl's surprise elements Location: 20:00 yest, ordering the Roti on 72nd Mood: busy ~sick Music: count to five Let's craft the only thing we know into surprise  Spent the last two months planning a surprise birthday for Heartgirl. Everyone should have a nice surprise from time-to-time. Mine are always of the, "Think you should sit down," ilk. Started off with a buncha her friends at a tapas joint Saturday. Four pitchers of sangria and 24+ plates of food later, waddled off to M1-5, where we threw the opening party for 72nd to Canal. Heartgirl was totally surprised. Her best friend brought a huge cake (and I forgot Clara, my newest camera). We barely made a dent in it. Interestingly, her best friend's also Irish and her husband's also Asian. He and I spent the tail end of the night picking at the cake. Mainly cause we just don't let things go to waste like that. Rain, Paul, Tess, WM, Gio and Hazel all made an appearance too, if only just to drink with me. We had a whole section to ourselves. It was 2AM when we left and 4AM when we called it a night. Cabdriver: (pointing to her) She drunk? Me: Yes, but she's not going to boot in your car. Her: I'm Irish. We don't do that. Sunday, Heartgirl and I took the whip out in a misguided attempt to go shopping in the burbs. The reason why it was misguided is best illustrated with Boolean logic: Elements (  )
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Thursday, April 23, 2009 | |
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So here's what I remember Location: 20:00 yest., eating another piece of sushi in Queens Mood: burp Music: I'm tearing at the seams. You on the other hand  Don't wanna go out for my birthday but Paul insists. He, Hazel and WM take me out for some killer Indian food. Afterward, Paul and Hazel pick up a bottle of rum and we kill it on a balcony overlooking Broadway in the Village. Paul even picked up a cake. Me: Have I thanked you enough for this? Paul: Yeah...no prob, as long as you had a good one for a change. Everyone needs a good birthday. Me: Well, my birthdays are usually pretty good - it's just that the other 364 days leave much to be desired. Stupid friends won't even let a guy be depressed on his birthday.  Saturday, dash off to Brooklyn for something and rush home to make a wedding for a buddy I've not seen in years. The most beautiful woman in the room spies me walking in and takes my hand. Her: (beaming) You came! I keep talking about you. (takes me by the hand and pulls me in front of a table of strangers) Everyone - this is my son. Everyone (in unison): Hello! Me: (laughing) Hi. My world's a small place. Alla my guy friends are comparing their ueber expensive automatic watches. Sold mine to pay for for law school stuff. Miss my Seamaster the most. But don't have time to be sad. Dash off to see my buddy El for her housewarming. Rain and the gang're there including Tess (who's in Kings, should it not get canceled) and Eve. We all go up to the roof, which is dark. But not in a cool way, more in a pitch black kinda way. Eve: This is sorta nice. Me: Yeah, if you're a rapist. Rape-y becomes the word of the night .  While there, get a call from a girl Shin I've not seen in 15 years telling me she's in town. She's a professor now. Crazy. So we meet up and soon, about eight of us are in a karaoke bar downtown where people are butchering Phil Collins. My brother's best friend is there with her 18 year old sister who delights in the fact that I'm, quite literally, twice her age now. She puts a note in front of me that makes me laugh. But it's almost 3AM and Shin's boyfriend turns out to be a drunk douche so I bounce before I can deck him.  Yesterday, I see Heartgirl. We go out and she has a glass of wine and listens to my stories. I like her more than anything. Even rum. Today, have dinner with the family at an all-you-can eat buffet. Sister: Why are you sitting like that? Me: So I can get a better view of the sushi chef. You have to plan these things. Thanks for the birthday wishes, they meant a lot to me. Really. Every writer likes knowing that someone, somewhere's reading them. YASYCTAI: Have you called your mother? (10 mins/2 pts) Labels: birthday, dialogue, family, friends, New York City, nightlife, NYC Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 comments ::
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Tuesday, April 14, 2009 | |
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Easter 2009 Location: four hours ago, my couch eating cold cereal Mood: potentially sick Music: I like me so much better when you're naked  My birthday's this weekend but I've got more weddings to go to. Wedding season has begun again. So Heartgirl gave me my gift early. LOGAN'S BIRTHDAY WEEKEND SCHEDULE OF EVENTS - APRIL 11-12 2009 Saturday, April 11, 2009 10:00 - Casa Heartgirl Breakfast by Heartgirl. I make the pancakes. She gives me presents: a good chef's knife and a bowl - cause it's about time, I guess. 13:00 - Intercontinental-Barclay Hotel Check in and have people call me, sir and Mr. Heartgirl. Walking distance to the joint that Leona Helmsley sued me over. Long story, I'll tell you about it someday (maybe). 14:00 - International Centre of Photography Get rained out so we just relax at the hotel. 18:00 - Smith & Wollensky's Order the fillet migion with Roquefort, she has the trout. Dessert is a coconut cake with vanilla ice cream. Note to self: Work out. 21:00 - Photography around Midtown East  Sunday, April 12, 2009 11:00 - Breakfast at the Intercontinental-Barclay Hotel $65 for ok eggs benedict and coffee. Breakfast at Casa Heartgirl was better. 12:00 - Easter along 5th Avenue Evidently, during Easter, people put on all sortsa funny hats and parade about on 5th Avenue. 35 years and I did not know this. 13:00 - Crash other Expensive Hotels Heartgirl poses in front of a chocolate sculpture when a douche reaches over. just rips a piece of it right off and stuffs it into his pocket. 14:00 - West Branch Order the cuban sandwich with fresh chips, she has salmon and a salad. Note to self: Really you fat bastard, work out. You're gonna be 36 soon. 17:00 - Church Ask for more days like these, if at all possible. Heartgirl catches me planning out a recipe during the sermon.  Today, spent the day running around looking for coin to pay my dentist and accountant, waiting in line at the bank, and trying to straighten out some mobile issues. Days like the past weekend help me get through the rest of them.  YASYCTAI: Plan a nice getaway, even if it's only in your head. Hopeful is good. (60 mins/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Labels: birthday, Easter, grace, New York City, NYC Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Tuesday, April 07, 2009 | |
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Once I get better Location: 1hr ago, in front of a mailbox on Broadway Mood: indescribable Music: a hustle here and a hustle there  Him: Come out with me - open bar, girls too young for us. The usual. You in? Me: I'm in. Think Heartgirl's tired of hearing me talk about my life so I've been trying to talk to her less. Guess I don't blame her, got a lot on my mind. So, RE Mike invited me out to the premier of Peter & Vandy where we chatted up some folk and a tall drink of water bought me a tall drink of rum.But I swung by Paul's new pad first where he was unpacking. Him: Look what I found (pulls out a stack of papers) it's all the numbers I got last year. Me: Ah, I tossed mine a long time ago. Him: (shakes head) Dude - you never do that. Not until you're married. Even then... Me: Nah, if you gotta, y'just get more. Him: Suppose. Just wanna meet someone that thinks I'm awesome, y'know? I'm weary soldier. Me: Aren't we all?  The next day, met up with Heartgirl for onea my oldest buddy's wedding in Brooklyn. Heartgirl and I then got lit together and stumbled across the Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan. Told her I lived here my whole life and never walked across it before. It's true. Her shoes kept getting stuck in the walkway and we couldn't help but laugh.  Life's been stressful lately. Can't keep taking the disappointments. But the flip side's the unexpected kindness, the grace I'm always talking about. Like old friends that make an appearance. My friend Steel, his real name, stopped by and dropped off a rack of prime rib and some fillet mignion cause he heard I wasn't doing so hot. And Bryson called me up to tell me he's gonna be a pop. And the last little bit I got tonight. Closing an office isn't just shutting the doors and kicking everyone to the curb. There's a lotta shredding involved. A lot of it. Was up at 4AM and it was 10PM in front of my shredder when my wrestling coach calls me. Him: You're doing well. I think maybe you can hold your own once you get better. It made the hour commute home not so sucktastic. Cause, in some way, that's what everyone's been saying, that maybe I can hold my own once I get better.Her (not Heartgirl): Are there lights on the Brooklyn Bridge at night? Me: No, but if you get wet, you've gone the wrong way. YASYCTAI: Take a walk on a bridge at night. If you get wet, you've gone the wrong way. (10 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, friends, grace, New York City, NYC Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Tuesday, March 03, 2009 | |
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Snowed in Location: trapped in my pad Mood: pensive Music: something to keep the chill From freezing our own free will  Gio had his annual birthday party this past weekend. His buddy, Ron, rented out this entire club in Times Square with a top-shelf open bar and scantily clad dancers. Wish I brought my camera. Heartgirl met some old friends of mine and brought some of her own. Two fellas were hitting on her so I took the time to sneak away and stuff my face and watch them try. Ended up talking to an old friend who's taking a break from her boyfriend because after eight years, she's still not a Mrs. but rather a Ms. She's probably one of my most attractive and sweetest friends. Her: Man, Logan. Only you can go to a party and bring a girl down. Me: Don't mean to. Just think you deserve better. Cause y'do. S'long time to wait for a day that might never come. Heartgirl recently saw the Sex in the City film. One of the characters is stood up at her wedding. It's funny - I always wondered who'd try to marry someone that might bail. Figured that it's something one would know beforehand, right? Gave her a hug as Heartgirl sat down next to me and patted my hand. I then drank enough rum to kill an elephant and stumbled home at 3, I think. But, as always, woke up without a hangover. Rum's the best. Was trapped in my apartment into Monday due to the snowstorm. Me: It's Monday. It's my workout day. Her: What does that mean? Me: It means that I put on an electric blue spandex outfit with matching legwarmers and crank up Olivia Newton-John's (Let's Get) Physical. I think our relationship's strong enough to handle it. Her: Logan, no relationship is that strong. An eyelash was on my face so she told me to blow it off her finger and make a wish, so I did. YASYCTAI: Maybe it's time to learn to cook something new. Try salmon. (60 mins/1 pt) www.loganlo.com Labels: dating, New York City, nightlife, NYC Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 4 comments ::
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Monday, December 22, 2008 | |
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Bigger holes Location: 20:00, directing traffic in church Mood: sick Music: crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes  Him: (laughing) Happy holidays. Me: (laughing) You too, man. Was walking to church tonight when I accidentally kicked a piece of ice and and it skidded along when a guy kicked it back, by accident. So I kicked it back to him and he kicked it into the street. As we passed each other, had the exchange above. Quiet weekend. Saw my friend Nadi for dinner where I chatted up these two pretty girlies. They asked what I was doing in their town and I told them was seeing my girlfriend. After that, they ignored me for the rest of the night, which I found amusing. Convinced Nadi to come into the city with me and she met Heartgirl and Paul. Saturday, Heartgirl and I went to the Museum of Natural History and saw the Cosmic Collisions - very cool. They had a blinking keychain with my name on it. She grabbed one too that just happened to be the name of her ex. It's hard to compete with an imaginary person. Plus, her creepy friend just sounds like a really needy tool. He makes me wanna roll my eyes more than wanna take a shower these days. Went home and caught Can't Buy Me Love with her - which was the very first movie I ever went on a date with. Was 14 years old then - man, I'm old. Hadn't seen in, quite literally, decades. Was good except for the clapping. Hate when they have clapping scenes in films and every 80's high school film had one. Suppose I have reservations about Heartgirl cause the more you let someone in, the bigger the hole they leave if they...leave. So I'm always the guy that bolts for any reason whatsoever - better to bolt before you get too attached. Maybe it's too late. I rather like the quiet nights of my boring life. Sorry guys. Oh wait - I grew a beard. That's about as exciting as my life gets these days. Her: Do you miss it? The nightlife, the... Me: (interrupting) Not even a little bit.  YASYCTAI: See your first date movie again - what was it? (90 mins/0.5 pts) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Labels: dialogue, NYC, random meetings Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 1 comments ::
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Wednesday, October 22, 2008 | |
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Home in NYC Location: 20:02 yest, explaining the difference on 72nd & Amsterdam Mood: happy Music: red letter year they didn't mention how much s__ was gonna change  Was walking home over the chilly weekend when a dragonfly settled down on a stoop in my neighborhood. Guess I'm not the only one that thinks NYC's lovely in the Fall. Saw Heartgirl over the weekend. She made an offhand comment about something, which I don't remember in the least - cause she called me her boyfriend. Been called someone's boyfriend three times in the past 2.5 years. And the previous two times freaked me out. Decidedly. This time though, it was quite nice. More than nice. It was whatever's the opposite of freaked out. She hates, hates, hates, that I referred to myself as a womanizer but I told her that it was what I was and not what I am. Just cause she asked, though, I'm going to try and stop using the term completely. Before I do, however, gotta mention that Rain had two of his students interview me recently as a "pick-up artist" - which I never was. Her: What's the difference? Me: A pickup artist is talented at the pickup. A specialist if you will. I'm only ok at it. But I'm good at people. And I choose to concentrate on women. Hence, womanizer. As an aside, both interviewers told me that they expected someone completely different. I like to keep people on their toes. In other news, PCD and I chatted online recently. She too said it's ok for me to write of her again. Me: So what's new on the dating front? Her: I went out with three boys and have seven more. I can't handle any more traffic. A friend and I want to start a blog on dating - now that you're boring. I just need a fake name. Me: Hey! (pause) What about PCD? Her: That's a dumb name. Went home to find a jar for the dragonfly cause I didn't want it to die in the cold. When I got back it was gone. Things're always made of sterner stuff than you expect, yeah? YASYCTAI: Write a nice email to someone for no particular reason (10 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, New York City, NYC Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Wednesday, August 27, 2008 | |
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We know... Location: 22:00 yest, walking down Broadway Mood: still in pain Music: And now I'm never gonna get to sleep  Me: Wait, did I make a pass at you the other night? Her: (thinking) No. Me: (relived) Thank goodness...Her: I know! Meet a pretty German girl Monday night on the way home. Woulda asked for her info but, as I said, I'm distracted. Naja, I say, angenehm...tschüss. Get home, shower and run out the door to meet up with LisaV. We're supposed to go to a church function but she can't get outta work so we meet up at Mooncake Diner. It's packed so we bounce to Excellent Pork Chop House for take out and head back to her place where her roommate's painting. We inhale it all over conversation and a glass table. Surprisingly, it's actually excellent. Head out to meet up with an old friend but we can't coordinate so I swing by Rain's for some scotch. A photoshoot's going on with some models so I take a few pics of them and his new canine friend before taking the long walk home. Tuesday? Tuesday was a whole 'nother story. Too many faces and places in my head. Some I wish would stay away. Some I wish would stay this way. With my luck, the ones I want to stay will go. And the ones I want to go...we know...    Labels: dialogue, long walk home, New York City, NYC, random meetings, writing Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Monday, August 25, 2008 | |
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Distracted Location: home Mood: in pain Music: Once again I found myself with my friends  Her: Home on a Friday? Want some company? Me: (pause) I'm...I don't think that's a good idea. Stayed in on Friday; just tired and irritated. Saturday morning, saw PCD for brunch. We ended up cooking and I made a frittata. Since she was a pro, I was flattered that she thought it was good. Went off to class and got a beatdown. I'm quite literally COVERED with bruises (do not click if squeamish). Should take up yoga. Or at least something that doesn't involve people stabbing, slashing, kicking, choking, strangling and punching me. Yes. Yoga. Spoke to Heartgirl afterward. She confided in me something and I was a bit touched. We're more alike than she knows. Saturday, LisaV invites me to a house party downtown. It's a literal and figurative sweatbox. An hour in, a girl grabs me and sticks a huge bottle of tequila down my throat and, later, kisses me on the cheek - of course she's 22. Before I leave, another girl leans in and kisses me too. Huh. Must be the tequila. Close out the night with this cool blonde that boxes and threw me a nasty uppercut. Impressive. Note to self: Hang out with LisaV more often. At 2:00, walk LisaV home across the LES. Woulda been terribly romantic if she wasn't seeing someone and I wasn't...so damn distracted. Him: You didn't get anyone's number? Did you even ask? Me: No...I'm very distracted. Him: Dude, you gotta fix that. www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Labels: long walk home, New York City, NYC, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 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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