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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, 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, 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, November 03, 2008 | |
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Halloween 2008 / Maybe Location: 20:00 yest, leaving church early Mood: full (of chili) Music: painted faces fill the places I can't reach   Friday night, Heartgirl and I went out with Bryson, his wife, Paul and buncha other people. Hit up three parties and rolled in at 3:30 Saturday morning. First party was the above sweatbox. Think I blew out my left eardrum. Which sucks, cause I still need it. Eh, got my right. Bryson and his wife gave Heartgirl a thumbs-up. Their votes count because they're first-stringer friends. Second party, was at my old standby where some other friends dropped in and some dropped out. Third party was fulla Heartgirl's friends; nice guys with the exception of one overly handy dude. Saturday, just stayed in. Made a buncha chili. Sunday, Sheridan stops by. Over some chili he tells me that he just flew in from Miami where he bought this building. Had two Valentino shirts and an Italian leather coat that didn't fit me so I gave them to him. Quite a different life I lead these days. Still, it's nice that my friends from my old life don't really care if I'm styling Valentino or H&M. S'funny, my friends and family believe in me more than I do sometimes. Maybe cause they remember the guy I once was. Maybe they just keep me around cause I make some killer chili. Or maybe they just think I'll be ok. November's always been a good month for me. Cept for 2007 and 2006. Those were full on fail. Then again, maybe I'll be ok. Some things are looking up.  Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Friday, September 19, 2008 | |
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Killing time on a rainy night Location: about to step out Mood: determined Music: I just don't belong here  Her: It bothers me when you tell me that I'm just killing time with you. I consider you a pretty close friend so I definitely don't think of it as killing time in any sort of way. Me: Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 2, Lines 1-2, I believe... Her: What's the line? Me: What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. In the above quote, Juliet tells Romeo that Capulet is just a name, just a word. She loves a man named Montague but the name is irrelevant to her. He could just as well be named Smith or McCarthy for all she cares. Doesn't change who he is. Courtesy is all about the polite lie. You don't really think God will bless someone just because they sneeze, do you? Or that if you say Good Morning to someone, they'll actually have a good morning? The girl in the above conversation's too polite to tell me that I'm her placeholder; her stopgap measure. I'm the guy she kills time with until she meets Mr. Right. Not ideal but I'm not one to cry into my porridge. Sides, anything's better than the lukewarm. So I smile, nod and say, Sure - look there're worse people to spend a rainy night with than each other. And she nods and says, OK. So you take a breath breath. Stuff alla that doubt into that little pocket you keep for just such a night. Get dressed cause you never turn down an invitation. And try to keep that doubt at bay. Don't think of green eyes or blues eyes. Cause you're a brick wall. Y'gotta be. And everything, for better or for worse, makes sense again. Shut the door behind you. Breathe in that fall night air and think: Hello weekend - who's our lucky contestant tonight? YASYCTAI: Memorize a line from Shakespeare. Someday, I'll give you somea my faves. (8 mins/1 pt) Labels: dialogue, nightlife, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 2 comments ::
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Monday, July 07, 2008 | |
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1,000 Words Location: apartment Mood: rushed Music: wait in driving rain For the bus that never came  Still gotta do my laundry at Rain's for a buncha reasons too stupid to get into now. If you liked 72nd to Canal, he's since moved on to other things. Check out this video and vote for him here. Me: Turn around. Him: Why? Me: Cause I gotta wash the clothes I'm wearing.Him: You're not taking off your clothes in my apartment. Me: (unbucking belt) Just turn around.Him: You are not taking off your clothes in my apartment! Me: It'll be fine, just turn around. And hand me a towel?Him: YOU ARE NOT TAKING OFF YOUR CLOTHES IN MY APARTMENT! ---------- My fourth of July was wet. Was on a friend's rooftop with a bunch of people. Umbrellas all around. Stood next to this blonde from Florida who was sure that I was younger than her but it turns out I'm eight years older. We exchanged numbers but don't think I'm gonna ring her. Got enough people and things on my mind as it is. Didn't get to see any of the people I really wanted to see; which sounds about right. The rest of the weekend was a blur. Tell you more but pictures are worth a thousand words. Ergo, here're 3,000 more words:    Labels: 4th of July, New York City, nightlife Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 3 comments ::
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Thursday, May 22, 2008 | |
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It's me Location: 9:10AM, kitchen making coffee & eggs Mood: busy Music: I am not an ill-willed person I do not wish bad things for you  Since I lost my phone, I ran through all my old messages. I'm sorry I couldn't come... Mr. Logan, this is... Hey, it's me... The last one stopped me cold. In response to the person that sent me an email a while back, the answer is: 24 hours. Sometimes less than that. Sometimes it just takes one screwup to go from being someone that calls and says Hey it's me, to being a complete stranger. ---------- Yesterday, was out in Brooklyn grabbing some court papers. Not fun. Sheridan had a dinner to attend and the hostess wrote to him, "Make sure you invite Logan Lowe!" He laughed and said I had to come. It was another catered affair with wealthy lawyers, entertainment people and artists. The hostess was trying to set up Sheridan with people. She said that she would say, That's a lovely dress/outfit, to indicate that the lady was available. Clever. People said she fixed up Kevin Klein and Phoebe Cates. Who knows? A French waitress I briefly dated was there completely by random. Literally, completely unexpected. She told me to call her; told her I would. Bounced early with this clothing manufacturer because Sheridan got us into the Hamptons party in midtown. It was thrown by the same guys that threw this and this. Open bar, beautiful people, the usual song and dance. Walking around, bump into the French waitress again! Call me; I will. John Leguizamo was the guest of honor - and the host mispronounced his name, which clearly pissed him off. Had a lot on my mind, and rum in my system, so I really wasn't into it. Sheridan and hopped before midnight. Walking up 10th Avenue, I rang someone. Me: Hey, it's me. Her: Hey.   Labels: John Leguizamo, New York City, nightlife, NYC, random meetings, sheridan, single life Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Friday, February 15, 2008 | |
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Crackers Location: alone in 14020 Mood: so tired Music: I am damaged at best Like you've already figured out  Him: You're on the guest list. It's an anti-Valentine's Day party at the Chinatown Brasserie. Everyone there's single plus it's catered with an open bar. Me: (sigh) I'm in not in town. Last minute gig came up. I'm out, first thing in the morning. ---------- It's snowing when I exit the pad for the Rainbow Room. I'm wearing my black tux with a black tee-shirt and pretty much arrive drenched. Sheridan and I run into our buddy RE Mike, who's still cuttin' deals at the party. James Lipton, Richard Kind, David Zaikin, Tina Fey and Alec Baldwin are there - all're pretty nice folk. The food's killer and some chick from American Idol belts out soul. I also meet this woman who says she fixes people up like Phoebe Cates and Kevin Kline. Her: You're cute! I want to introduce you to my step-daughter. She's beautiful and just graduated from Cornell. She's Jewish though. Me: Well, that I don't have a problem with but...how old is she? Her: 22.Midway through the party, I lose Syd's lens cap so I spend a good hour looking for it. Giving up, I hang out with the girl from Wednesday's post. I'm heading out when a waiter says, I saw you looking on the ground. Were you looking for this? He pulls out Syd's cap. I break out into a smile, shake his hand, and take a pic of him. All-in-all, onea my better Tuesdays. This week, Sheridan's at the Brasserie, Paul's in China, Gio's in Columbia. Me? I'm the only person beside the nightwatch in a frozen, upstate hotel. Dinner's a protein bar and some rum. Some days, you get scantily clad dancers, Ford models, and Beluga caviar on a cracker. Some days, you just get the cracker. Labels: grey, New York City, nightlife, NYC, single life, traveling Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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Wednesday, February 13, 2008 | |
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Weekday win Location: read below Mood: so entertained Music: everything you want, Honey, we know the names  We both know my life is full of suck. But lately I've been getting some win. Weekday win is the best. ---------- Friday night, Paul and I meet a pretty brown-eyed girl who says she's Asian but doesn't look anything 'cept Irish and offers to buy us a drink. We also meet a group of 22 year olds (course) who ask if I talk to God. I do. Saturday, I'm on the wrong side of 10PM when I get dressed. No plans but I live in NYC, dammit. There's always something, right? Who wants in? I'm game, Gio says, and we're off. We bump into Burn, who says she's happy to see me. I tell her I missed her and don't lie. She says the same and kisses my cheek. Sunday, the cobwebs fade a bit when Sheridan and I grab brunch round the way. He's buying another building in Chelsea and asks if I want a piece. I laugh and fill him in. Him: Private party Tuesday in the Rainbow Room. Beautiful women, open bar, Tina Fey, Alec Baldwin and a bunch of celebs're gonna be there. You want in? Me: Are you not listening to me? Him: (rolling eyes) Please, you're always my guest. Meet me at 30 Rock at 7. It's a black & white party. Look good.I tell him I always look good and he laughs. We go and have the best time. I walk up to a girl and say, My friend's occupied and so's yours, let's keep each other company and make 'em jealous, yeah? She laughs and I take her by the hand. Her: I love Asian men. She's beautiful and, it turns out, married. But we all know my head's not in the game. I tell her she's a good dancer and that it was nice meeting her. She was. It was. I also give her a hug and tell her my name. Then I'm gone.Me: I don't blame you, we're lovely. Her: What's your name?Me: Not so fast, let's see if you can dance first. Cm'on...  Just got in - I'll tell you the rest tomorrow, maybe, yeah? Labels: alec baldwin, gio, New York City, nightlife, NYC, random meetings, sheridan, single life, tina fey Subscribe!Permanent Link :: 0 comments ::
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