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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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