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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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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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