It’s easy to go broke dating in NYC
Went to a comedy club recently with the blue-jean eyed girl.
It was good, it included Gabriel Iglesias from Last Comic Standing, who was great.
But what a scam – basically, it’s a $20 cover, two drink minimum ($24) with an automatic 18% gratuity. For two people with just a plate of appetizers, it worked out to be $150.
Counting cab rides, subway rides, and daily miscellany, the day would have easily been $200+.
All I can say is, man, there’s no quicker way to go broke than just trying to entertain yourself in the big city so that you don’t go postal.
That’s why I spend Sunday through Thursday eating cold sandwiches and drinking tap water.
Location: @6AM, yawning on a futon
Music: I shouldn’t have done it, and it won’t forgive me
Met up with the Ex one last time
I’m tired – my insomnia’s returned. I’m running about at half-speed and, more stressing, half-wit.
Saw my ex again a few days ago. She came by to pick up one last thing she left here. It was actually pleasant. She and I both managed to crack a smile or two.
Told her that I was seeing someone. Nothing yet, I said, more the chance that it could be something.
She nodded and slowly smiled and said that she hoped it worked out for me.
I believe her.
She also said that I should get a handle on my insomnia because it was a major problem in our relationship. The irony of her comment was that it kept me up all night despite a massive amount of chemicals.
But the other thing that kept my past girlfriends and me from being happy, I realized, was pride. Admittedly, it was usually mine. It’s a horrid sin.
Our respective pride has not served my ex nor me well.
Regardless of who I end up, I’ve decided to choose her over my pride.
Pride enables you to say, But at least I was right, to an empty room.
And I tell you from experience that there’s no more deafening an echo than that.
Location: in front of a nice warm cup of espresso
Music: love is stronger than…it’ll serve you longer than pride
Slow drowning in her blue eyes.
Location: @3AM, listening to 80s music downtown
Music: you finally found all your courage to let it all go
A bird fell out of the sky and into my NYC backyard
It beyond cold the other day. I woke up and heard a thud in my back yard.
I was pissed because people are always tossing things into my area, but I looked in and saw that a pigeon had just up and dropped outta the sky and into my yard.
Just stared at it for a while before I finally went back there to remove it.
Not the best way to start the day but, I gotta admit, my day was better than the bird’s. I’m hoping he was just old and it was his time.
My sister took the above picture over the summer. I decided that it was a better picture to post than one of the dead bird.
Always be positive, that’s what I say – there’s enough sadness to go around.
Fly, baby, fly…
Location: @3PM, bumping into an old friend off Grand Street
Music: slippin, slippin, slippin, into the future
Moving on from the breakup
That’s my houseplant, Harold. He keeps mostly to himself.
Bought a new bed about four months ago.
Stopped making two cups of coffee every morning about three months ago.
Stopped thinking about her constantly about two months ago.
Last week we finally split up our phone plans (more on that later).
Just bought new linens and sheets.
I’m moving on.
But her shelves are still bare. Her side of the medicine cabinet is still empty. The spot where her desk used to be is still open.
The thing is, they’re not empty for her.
Tuesday night, I gave in and called one of those women I said I wouldn’t. Something about the weather I guess. Last night, we met up and were out for eight hours in the first real NYC snow of the year. Laughed harder than I have in months.
Let’s find out.
Location: @3:03 AM, hopping a cab on 9th St & 3rd Ave.
Music: in the faces you see, you’ll see just who you’ve been