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Tuesday, March 02, 2010 | |
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Fame Location: heading to Queens Mood: sore Music: baby The fame, fame Isn't it a shame, shame baby  A dude I met once with Sheridan was in alla papers cause he stole alla this dough. As a by-product of my out-and-about-ness, meet a lotta people that're marginally famous in my little city. The desire to get famous for no reason at all's odd to me. S'one thing to be famous for doing something particularly good, quite another for doing something shady, yet another again for doing nuthin really at all. My buddy Bryson's also in the papers a lot lately. Well, not him per se, but his work product; he's onea the lead people working on the Roosevelt Island project in the city papers. It's parta the reason we had to hit Roosevelt Island together this past summer. Said a number a times before, in addition to being an insanely talented architect, he's also a lethal man in the ring. I'm only lethal if the other guy laughs himself to death seeing that he's gonna fight me. Gotta be better to be well-respected than famous, dontcha think? And even more so if it's for two completely different things. Or is that just me these days? As an aside, like to tell myself that somea my pictures're part of the tram project. Which is probably only true in my head but, eh, like always, it's my head. YASYCTAI: What your small goal this week? (5 mins/1 pt) Labels: friends  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, February 16, 2010 | |
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Perfect Week Location: surrounded by computer bits Mood: anxious Music: every time I snap my fingers, I switch back into the light  Slipped outta an office this past Friday for drinks with the fellas. On the train, a girlie reads the page I'm on over my shoulder. When I'm done, without a word, hand it over to her and her dude. Her boy makes a comment about the station so I ask them if they're from around the way. Him: (laughs) Yeah. Just kinda hard to see the station names. Me: The next stop's Astor. Him: Thanks. (pause) Hey, did y'get to the TV reviews yet? Me: Coming up. (turn pages) Her: That's you! (excitedly pointing) Him (grinning sheepishly) Yeah, that's me. I got a new show out called, How to make it in America. Me: No kidd'n! My girl and I were just talking about it. That's you? (peer at the picture). Her: Yes, he's Ian Edelman. Him: (laughs) Me: Niiice. I'll watch it. Him: Willya? That'd be great. I'd really appreciate it. Me: You got it, man. Sunday, right? Him: Sunday. Yeah, I hope you watch it. He's a native New Yorker. Gotta tell you, the jerks I meet're usually not natives. They're usually someone from Nowheresville trying to prove something. Natives, we got nuthin to prove. Sure, that's a blanket prejudice but it's what I've seen. Anyhow, super nice fella. Didn't seem the least bit fake and sounded hopeful that ---------- Met up with Paul and WM afterward. WM almost had the perfect week; Paul, the opposite. Given enough time, y'get to see your friends hit their highs and lows. Ecclesiastics 9:11 goes, time and chance happeneth to them all. Yep. Stumbled home and saw the girl on St. Vals, when we ordered in and watched Public Enemies. Saw the rents for Chinese New Year and got my fill of some home cooking. Maybe not the perfect week per WM but my kinda week: family, friends, girl, and a good story to tell. YASYCTAI: Organize your picture files (hours/2 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Thursday, February 11, 2010 | |
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A semi-clean map Location: 20 mins ago, outside shoveling Mood: hot Music: It's hard to free the ones you love  As I once said, all emotional pain comes when your expectation of reality doesn't match reality. A guy who knows his wife's cheating on him regularly isn't all that twisted when he catches them in the act, cause he was prepared for it. So my buddy in the last entry's having a hard time dealing with his breakup. Makes sense - breakups're hard. This whole blog came about from my last major breakup. But to make it easier - the pain that is - I changed my map of the world. Imagine y'had the job of erasing the word "Broadway" from every map you got. That's a tough task. And when you're done, the faint lines of the word'sre still there. But it's gone for the most part. Dunno if y'know this, but I paid for law school fixing computers and networks. A computer doesn't actually read a whole harddrive to find the data it wants, it has a map, a table of contents, that lists every file it has. When you want a file, it looks it up on the map, goes to where it is, and pulls it out. When it deletes a file, all it does is erase that one line on its map. The file's still there, it just doesn't know it. When you wanna get a file back, you can sometimes cause it can figure out what on the map's changed. My buddy won't erase his map. I don't blame him. It's heartbreaking and hard. But Broadway's gone. He's gotta scrub his map. If she comes back, that's great, the faint lines'll be there and he's got a semi-clean map ready for her. If she doesn't, well, he's still got a semi-clean map to work with. Either way, a semi-clean map's a good thing. Only the stalker and the starkers say that Broadway's there when it's not. YASYCTAI: Shovel. (60 mins/.05 pts) Labels: discussion, ex-girlfriend, friends, goodbye Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, February 09, 2010 | |
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The Debt and the Deuce Location: yest, Malachy's on 72nd Mood: completely lit Music: now we ain't wastin' time no more cause time rolls by  Me: Man, I'm lit. Think we each had a pitchera beer and three glassesa rum. Him: (nodding) Did I do the right thing? Me: Y'know, whether or not you believe in the Bible, the concept's relevant here. Say y'owe me a thousand bucks. And I tell you the debt's forgiven. But you show up one day showing off your iPhone. Even if I don't wanna, I'm thinking, This #@#$@ owes me one grand. How does he have money to buy an iPhone? And if I invite y'out to eat, you're thinking, Ah, I don't wanna, he's just trying to rub it in my face that I don't got no dough. Even if I'm not. Him: (nodding) So I did the right thing. Me: (sighing) She broke the trust pact. Let's say she worked late one night - even if she was being honest, you'd think, Is she really working late, or is something else going on? Y'did the right thing - for botha you. It's why I left my girl. Not just for me but for her too. Him: Still hard though. Me: Not say'n it isn't. Just saying that someone's gotta pay the debt, man. Sucks it's you, but there y'go. (laughing) Look, when I broke up with my ex, my buddy Rick swapped out her number with his own just in case I caved and called her. Want me to do the same? Him: (grinning) Maybe. Most times, it's best to throw the deuce, say Peace out, and cut it deep, cut it quick, and cut it clean. Cause it's better to be the star of your own movie, than have a cameo in someone else's. YASYCTAI: Cut it quick. Cut it clean. (1 min/3 pts) Labels: dialogue, friends, goodbye, New Year's Eve 2010 Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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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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Tuesday, December 29, 2009 | |
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2000-2009 Location: a room with red-brick walls Mood: so very grateful Music: but sister, you know I'm so weary So this guy, his wife, and his son, go to the big city for the first time. They walk inna the first big building they see. While the wife goes off to look at something, the man and son stare at an elevator. Never saw one before. The two watch this old, weary woman make her way inna one. They see the elevator doors close, bells and lights go off, and then the doors open and a beautiful woman steps out. The father's mouth drops open and he turns quickly to his son and goes: Boy, go find you mama, right quick. Old joke. But made me think that I came inna 2000 one way, came out a whole other. Kinda. 1999 - become a lawyer. 2000 - leave the only job I ever had to change the world. Enter girl. 2001 - sit in a room with a red brick wall and saw buildings come down. Exit girl. 2002 - enter girl. 2003 - start one of several companies. 2004 - buy my pad. Exit room with a red brick wall. 2005 - exit companies. 2006 - take a temp gig that lasts for three years. CashCab. Exit girl. Start blog. 2007 - 72Canal: good. Lose life savings; get in a car accident: bad. 2008 - grandmother passes. Never get to say goodbye. Enter Heartgirl. 2009 - still a lawyer. Move back to a room with a red brick wall. Heartgirl's come with. In Orange Sky, Alexi Murdoch says, Yes, I had a dream I stood beneath an orange sky With my brother and my sister standing by Make light of my insomnia - and alla the things that bring it about - a lot. But if I were truly honest with you, there were times that I thought that I couldn't bear the thought of another sleepless night. Could not bear it. And if not my brother and sister, wouldn'tve. Not sleeping for 48 hours'll make y'think all sortsa crazy. Life's hard enough without your people. So I wish for your 2010-2019 that, if you've not found your person, you've at least found your people. They're your mirrors and help you Dunno what 2010-2019's gonna be like - probably nuthin like I expect it. But it's ok, got my people and my person. See you in the next decade! Ah, that joke never gets old, yeah? YASYCTAI: Make your plans for the next 10 years. Then watch God laugh. If you're lucky, you'll laugh too. (5,259,487 mins/4 pts) Labels: faith, family, friends, New Year's Eve 2010 Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Tuesday, December 01, 2009 | |
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Don't really know Location: a grey, half-sofa Mood: cheerful Music: come with me we'll travel to infinity  Her: What was that sound!? Me: Was working on something and the live power cable hit the fan. Her: Logan! You're going to kill yourself some day. (laughing) And your fly's open. Me: (slowly) Yes. If something did happen to me, someone'd find that I'm 20% peanut butter (by weight, not volume). The remainder being rum. Did y'have a nice Turkey Day? This year was different. Paul and WM hung up their club shoes to play board games by mine. Very Waltons. The Professor wasn't in town but I did see Johnny. With the exception of the Devil, he's the onea the most dangerous men I know. That says a lot. And he brought his daughter over. Her: I like you. You're funny. Me: I'll take that as a compliment. Listen, keep your dad from punching me. He scares me. Her: He scares me too! This 25 year-old kid named Luis Armando Pena Soltren hijacked this plane from NY to Puerto Rico on 19681124 and went to Cuba where he spent the next 40 years in working as a day labourer. At some point, he musta thought, What the #$@# did I do with my life? So he came back an old man and's sitting at some jail cell knowing that he's thrown his life away on yet another thing that had the air of truth to it, but no real truth to it. Him: 10 Million. Me: Just this year? Him: Yeah. (pause) Woulda made more if it wasn't for this economy. Gotta fly back to China in three weeks. Me: Why dontcha just sell it all? The factories, the buildings, alla it? Y'can spend time with your family, hang out with me. Start up that school y'always say you wanna do. Him: (shakes head) Me: Why not? You make more money than the pope but you're miserable. What's the pointa all that green if y'don't get to see your family and I'm the only person in the world y'trust? Him: Don't really know. Nietzxche was right, your convictions're dangerous things. The choices remain the same: Change your map; Change your reality; or Keep crying. Better work out. Next year, doubt I'll have his daughter there to protect me. YASYCTAI: Have you considered fencing? (90 mins/2 pts) Labels: choices, dialogue, food, friends, thanksgiving Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Thursday, November 19, 2009 | |
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Fridays Online Location: 19:00 yest, cooking pork for the first time in kitch Mood: inspired Music: we the stars Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards  Paul stopped by my place the other night. There was a time when I'd spend mosta my time with him chatting about Heartgirl rather than the other way round. He's still (kinda) living the life of a singleton - he's got his front-runner - as're lotsa my other friends. S'funny, the charm of being single's the potential to meet someone that makes you not. This salesman named Alan Stillman was tired of being single so he started a bar to pick up girlies on 63rd Street and 1st Ave back in 1965. Dunno if it worked but kinda shows what people'll do to not be by their lonesome. Which kinda makes me wonder why people don't explore the avenues out there to meet someone appropriate. Like online dating - dunno why anyone's got anything against it. The actual meeting of a body makes it just as normal as anything else. Sides, how's it any more likely you're gonna meet your better half in some smoky bar? Said it before, it's like y'got this aunt named Match or something like that, who says to you, "I know that guy/girl that y'might like." Plus, how often when you go out and about do you also get a resume of the person in front of your face? Oh, the name of the joint that that guy Stillman started was TGI Friday's - he also started Smith & Wollensky's, the joint that HG brought me on my bday. Y'probably aren't gonna meet someone right for you in TGI Friday's but you get my point. YASYCTAI: Try cooking something completely new today. (30 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009 | |
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Not out to hurt nobody Location: 18:00 yest, finishing the appetizer in LI Mood: sympathetic Music: Hey Abigail, I know your day has been hell My friend's having a bad day so I rang her. Wanted to tell her that daylight comes after the dark. Didn't get the chance. It's not a platitude, just simple truth. Hopefully she still reads me. ---------- Her:...left of the overpass. There's usually parking there. Me: Got it. Oh and it's a trestle not an overpass cause it's for a train not car. Just thought y'should know... Brother: (muttering in passenger seat) It's troubling that you know that. My brother came to visit me over the weekend so gave him the keys to my apartment. I've three doors and never lock the third one. But for some inexplicable reason, locked it. So the poor guy was outside in the cold at 5AM for two hours. He called WM who insisted on driving in from across the river, to drop him off at the 'rents. Took about an hour. Both said it wasn't a big deal. They're just too nice t'get mad at me. S'ok, I'm mad at myself. ---------- Her: Long Island? Why are you taking a class in Long Island? Me: They have a steak dinner afterward. Her: You're going all the way out to Long Island just for that? Me: Did y'not hear what I said? They have a steak dinner afterward. Her: But it's all the way out... Me: (slowly) Steak...dinner. YASYCTAI: Learn the difference between a dash, an em-dash, an en-dash, & a hyphen - note that y'may be a huge nerd. (60 mins/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Tuesday, September 01, 2009 | |
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More Cowboys Location: 16:00 yest, my kitchen floor, scrubbing Mood: concerned Music: Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song  Me: Hey, step outside with me for a sec. Him: Sure. What's up? Me: Just wanted to say thanks. When I was going through my breakup, thoughta what you told me about your divorce. How you came back one day to find an empty house. Was nice knowing that you survived the blow. Him: (grinning) Glad I could help. Me: Y'know, actually hoped it was you she was seeing behind my back. (laughing) Least you're a decent fella, a successful lawyer and not half-bad looking. Him: (laughing) Com'on, I think our ladies're waiting. Now, where were we? A while back, wrote about cowboys. Seems every seven years, you lose more than halfa your friends. The person y'think of as your best friend only has a 30% chance of staying in that role. One guy that made the cut was my buddy Steel; he got hitched in Central Park this past weekend. Appetizers included whole lobsters. That was the appetizer. Need to get invited to more weddings like that. Steel's like alla my good friends. Never really see them; we don't interact much. But he knows that I'm onea the few people in the world he can always count on and vice versa. We're different races but the same people. That's onea the main things about the Jaycee Dugard case makes me ill. Cause in addition to all of the sick things she had to go through - and they were seriously sick - she didn't have her people. She didn't have a family or friends. Real ones, I mean. What a terribly lonely way to go through life. Couldn't sleep causa it. Yet another reason, think I'm blessed - our dumb luck. Speaking of blessed, thanks for the concern but said I was coming back, didn't I? If y'read me, gotta think that there's a good chance you're onea my people too, yeah? Let's face it, this is hardly an interesting blog and I'm not a scantily clad chick. But I suppose you read cause something I say makes sense to you. Ergo, we gotta stick together. Clumsy, geeky, optimistic dreamers're rarer than y'might think in this world.   YASYCTAI: Read about about refeeding syndrome. There's a great example of it in Band of Brothers. People're food for the soul; hope they're careful about easing Jaycee back in. (10 mins/0.5 pts) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 5 comments ::
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Thursday, July 30, 2009 | |
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DC Fat Darrell Location: 12:00, getting pinned on 27th Mood: hot Music: let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France Skip the first 30 seconds. Weird thing was that I wrote a short story about a decade ago about a fairy godmother that I swear I told him about. But his version and mine're vastly different. Lemme know whatcha think.  Got a call at 1AM the other night from the girlie that I chatted to on a Gramercy stoop. She said I was one of the only people she trusted not to screw her over. Took that to heart and stayed awake to talk to her. Her: So what do I do about him? Me: Look, we all got this map of the world in our heads. And emotional pain happens when your reality doesn't match your map. It's like if you expect Broadway to be somewhere cause the map says so, but it's not. So you're thinking, WTH? Her: So what do I do? Me: (sighing) Y'only got three choices: change your map, change your reality or keep crying.  Question: What's the only mammal that can't jump? Went to a house party on a roof the other night. Something about the NYC skyline y'can't get elsewhere. But went to DC afterward anyway. DC was nice. Hot. Very hot. Spent mosta the time in the museums: Natural History and American History. Place was packed; kinda gives y'hope about the future if the museums're packed, yeah? Managed to score a suite at the GWU Inn; had a view of Watergate. Ugly as sin. The room was a suite cause it had a stove and fridge, meaning that we loaded up at the Trader's Joe around the way. Then, on the way back, stopped off at Rutgers to get a Fat Darrell.  Felt like a tubster so wrestled today. If one's 36 with a broken middle finger, injured neck, and tennis elbow, you'd think one'd not wrestle with 20-year olds at 99% humidity. Then again, making good choices isn't my thing. Anywho, a client finally called me today. Heading upstate tomorrow to try to make some scratch. Oh, and...elephant.  YASYCTAI: Have you ever had a Fat Darrell? Jog 15 miles, then head to Rutgers. Your mouth'll thank me. Your heart won't. (15 delicious minutes /-1 pt) Labels: dialogue, fat darrell, food, friends, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Thursday, July 23, 2009 | |
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Worth the Trouble Location: 4 hours ago, looking for a White Castle on 6th Mood: sotted Music: all I ever knew, only you Him: Where're you? Me: I'm with a buddy looking for a White Castle. Him: So, are you "Harold" or "Kumar?" Me: Clearly, I'm Harold. Went to my buddy Kung's birthday party; this year, made it home before the sun set versus last year when I made it home as the sun rose. Getting old. Sheridan floated me into another high society open bar joint with a BBQ on a rooftop but I couldn't get in touch with him. Just as well. Instead, caught up with a friend that was recently given his walking papers. Me: Y'should go try starting over somewhere else. There's nothing keeping y'here. Him: My friends're here. Me: Your friends'll still be your friends - I mean not me, but your real friends. I'll forget about you before you leave. Besides, then you can meet someone that not a total idiot like you last girlfriend. Him: She wasn't stupid. She was...average. Me: Calling her a "moron" would be an insult to all the real morons out there. Him: (laughing) That's not fair, we've above average intelligence. You can't hold people to a higher standard. Me: Please - someone stole my life's savings, how smart could I be? Him: You're at least as smart as me. Me: (laughing) That's really not saying much. Him: Anyway, she did good in her last class. Me: WELL - "she did well in her last class." Him: (mock annoyance) I'm a physicist, "well/good," it's all the same to us. And yeah, maybe she wasn't really all that smart or even that attractive. (sighing) But...I still loved her. It's stupid, I know but... Me: Yeah...I know. I know. For better or worse, y'got no control who you fall in love with. If you're lucky, it's with someone who's worth the trouble. Speaking of worth the trouble, going to DC for a mental health break with a pretty lady this weekend. Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Thursday, June 11, 2009 | |
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My three islands Location: 14:00 yest, taking these pics Mood: geeky Music: Slow down, you move too fast  Quadros: Rampage, where do you see yourself in 2 years?, Rampage: Well, right now I'm 23, so in two years, I see myself, 25. Bryson met up with me to take some pics for him on the tram. Was cloudy and overcast but I took them anyway. Was born on the island east of this bridge. Live on the island west of it. Yet, I've never taken the tram to the island between them until today. Afterward, we had lunch at Johnny Rockets. Never been there either. Thought of my grandma; cause y'always think there'll be time enough to do things. Then one day, y'find you've done run outta time. He's having a kid. His wife, a doctor, agreed to let him teach her how to roll. Should mention that's he onea the best architects in his field and parta the teams in chargea giving the tram a facelift. Me: Look at us, we're two old, ivy-league educated, white-collar guys. I know why I do it, why do you do it? Him: It's just like running or something. It's not about beating the other guy, it's about beating yourself. (Fighting in the ring's) different than brawling; to paraphrase Rampage Jackson, if you get into a fight with someone in a club, eventually, someone's gonna have their feelings hurt. Those three lives I told y'about. We all got them. Realized 90 minutes ago, that I've spent 90% of my life on these two islands, doing two very different things, living two very different lives. ---------- Before his rematch against Chuck Liddell: Interviewer: Chuck said in his pre-fight interview it's gonna be a first round knockout. What do you have to say about that? Rampage: If he plans on getting knocked out in the first round that's his business. YASYCTAI: Do that thing that y'always think you've got time for so y'don't. (dunno/1 pt) Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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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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Eject, eject, eject Location: 14:00, yest. spitting in Queens Mood: pained Music: and who needs love when there’s southern comfort?  Her: So the first and second molds didn't come through. (pause) So we have to do it again. You're very brave to do it without anesthesia. Me: (sighing in dentist's chair) Nvave, oke. Evexpensivecmup. Her: (removing tube) What? Me: Not brave, broke. I've expenses coming up. Do it. Don't mind me if I cry a bit. Y'know how I always say that your friends're mirrors to yourself? They're also the thermostats to your mental health. They're the ones that pull you back and go, "Dude, what are you doing?" It's why nutcases like Ted Kaczynski live by themselves in the woods. The running joke between my friends and me's that I beergoggle. They always whisper into my ear, "Eject, eject, eject." And I always go, "Really?" shrug and bolt. Figure that I'm about 27.3% rum most weekends (by volume, not weight) so I should listen to them. With mobile phone photography technology being what it is, they're right more often than not. Not all my friends eject when we tell them to, though, which is another running joke. Another thing I believe's that if three of your friends tell you something, unsolicited, it's probably true. Like if three friends tell you that you're acting like a jerk, chances are high, you're acting like a jerk. A buddy of mine's all bent outta shape about a girlie that we all roundly believe isn't worth his time. And yet he keeps trying. He insists that this is different, that she's different. But we both know she's not. It's not. He just needs time to sober up to see it. No worries. I'll be sure to mock him once he comes up for air. It's what friends do. ---------- Don't wish me a Happy Birthday just yet. One more post tomorrow. YASYCTAI: Get dental. Dental is totally worth it (60 mins/1 pts) www.loganlo.com Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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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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