He’s been busy and so have I; plus we don’t have the requisite scratch for another ep of 72nd to Canal (if you happen to have 22 grand lying around, shoot me an email). We haven’t seen each other in a bit – life just gets in the way.
But his girl checked in with me today (she’s a sweetheart) and I recalled one of my more interesting conversations with him.
Him: Six months? Me: Well…yeah, pretty much… Him: Wow. I think I’d explode. Me: Dude, it’s not that bad. I think I could make a year. Him: That’s in-sane! One year?!? Me: Oh yeah, I’m like a camel. I wanna wait until I find someone I really like. Him: You’re not getting any younger, man. And no one lies on their deathbed thinking, Oh, I’m glad I didn’t hit that when I was 34. Me: (shrugging) I’m ok. Plus, have you seen me lately? Him: (scoffing) I’m looking right at ya – you should take what your goblin ass can get.
Location: 10PM yest, Broadway & 82nd, wondering
Mood: hard to say
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…course, if I make soup, I gotta freeze some and I’ve still got all those packs of mac ‘n cheese and veggie burgers. No, the chicken cutlets were the right call. They’re flat so…
Guy: Hey. Hey! HEY! DUDE! Me: (stopping) Huh? Me? Guy: Yeah. Dude, you’re that guy from that websitcom, right? 72nd something? Me: (laughing) 72nd to Canal. Did you watch it? Guy: Yeah, you’re that jackass lawyer guy, Lorin? Me: I am that jackass lawyer guy. And my real name is Logan. Good eye. Guy: Keep up the good work, I liked it. Me: (shaking his hand) Thanks, man, really. That’s cool. (we walk away)
…I can keep them in fridge. Shoot, I gotta leave some bread out tonight for breadcrumbs. Guess I’ll make them tomorrow. I really gotta clean out my freezer. I wonder if…
Met her almost 14 years ago in Taiwan and she’s been there for me through some of the worst times. I was happy to be there for one of the best. Another friend of mine was there that I’ve known for almost 20 years. He’s two years younger than me with three (3!) kids.
My closest friends and I don’t talk or see each other very much. Just the way it is.
But whenever we do, it’s like no time has passed.
Isn’t that the way with old friends?
Speaking of which, my character on 72nd to Canal is named Lorin; there’s actually a real Lorin who’s the opposite of the character I play. He’s the nicest and most humble guy I know. We met at the same time and place I met the girl that got married yesterday.
Sunday was the real Lorin’s birthday.
Not that he reads this blog (not that anyone does), but:
Happy Birthday, real Lorin
Taipei, Ocean, Santa Monica, LA, my fine city… Man, ain’t it been a trip?
Question: What is your opinion of online dating boards?
The girl that got married met her dude on a board. Plus my friend CindyE said: All the cool kids are doing it.
I’m good for other things. “Like what?” she asked.
Thanks to everyone for watching our 72nd to Canal and spreading the word. We really appreciate it!
Met three women tonight at a party I went to with Hazel. One is a story for much later, if at all. The other two:
Brooklyngirl Her: She your girlfriend? Me: No dear, I love someone who doesn’t love me. Her: Whoa, that’s a lot of…(hic). Me: Excuse me? Her: Sorry, I have the hiccups.
So, because I was pretty lit, I put my rum down, turned and kissed her. Her: (surprised) Why’d you do that? Me: Are the hiccups gone? Her: (pause, laughing) Yes. Me: Well then, you can buy me another rum then.
Dancergirl Me: So you’re from New Jersey? Are you a vegetarian? Her: I’ve NEVER been asked that before. No, but would it matter? Me: (shrugging) Not even close. Her: So what’s your story? Me: I’m a pretty, straight boy in NYC looking to drink until I forget things. You? Her: (thinking) I’m a pretty, straight girl in NYC looking to drink. Buy me one? Me: No. I’m not that guy. But I’m good for other things. Her: Like what?
I would say more but let’s leave it to your imagination.
Going to post a lot this week because of 72nd to Canal. If you can help us pimp it out in any way, that’d be much appreciated.
Above is Episode 1, part 1 – the rest are coming along.
Had quite the weekend; I was out every night except for Sunday. Saturday, I was at the same roof-deck, with the same friends as in one of my very first posts. Wow, I was chatty then. No rum, so I got a little sick. That, and I think I ate my body weight in carbs.
Sunday, I ran into an old friend I’d not seen in years after church. He’s the fourth guy I know going through a breakup. Must be something in the NYC water supply.
(c) Cindy Lee – this pic and the one in my pictures section are the only good photos I got (send me some if you’ve got)
Despite the weather and a few hiccups ahead of time, the show went well. All-in-all, I was surprised at who came and who didn’t. Quite an eye-opener.
Still, we had laughs, we had rum, what could be bad? OK, I did send a drunken text to Blue Jean Eyes, but besides that, what could be bad? (Oh, like you’ve never done that).
Wish I had more pictures but I was far too comfortably numb to remember to take any.
We’re still working on editing the show somewhat for public distribution on Saturday so please do check in with us then?
Was thinking about my post from yesterday. You know, even if I did take this blog down and delete everything I could, I’ve still got all the online stuff I’ve done with Rain. I’d have to kill him to erase everything about me.
And we all know that I’d be the first guy the rollers would look for if he had any type of “accident.”
On that note, if anything ever happens to me, look for someone that looks like this:
If you don’t know where you want to go, it doesn’t matter what road you take
One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree.
“Which road do I take?” she asked.
“Where do you want to go?” was his response.
“I don’t know,” Alice answered.
“Then,” said the cat, “it doesn’t matter.”
Had quite the weekend because of the show but that’s tomorrow’s entry.
So I considered locking this blog and or not writing anymore, but then again, rum and women notwithstanding, I live a fairly boring life.
I’m surprised you’re still here.
Decided to continue writing as usual. Pretty much made all my choices and so much of my life is out there already. It’s like putting toothpaste back into a tube. Anyway, writing is for public consumption. Anything else, and you’re just a nutcase with a notebook. Here’re my thoughts:
Regarding potential women, we both know that my love life’s a train wreck all on its own, with or without this blog.
Regarding past women, there’s a reason they and I live separate lives. After some thinking, I’m assuming that since they want no part of my life, why would they read about it?*
Regarding employment, I’ve essentially not had a real job since 1999. Why start now?
While I’m writing about the show tomorrow, I gotta mention that Furison came and said that I was absurdly hot. This brings the total number of times, I’ve been called that to…1. She said other nice things about 72nd to Canal but, let’s be honest, I only saw absurdly hot and eye-candy mainstay.
Her comments on my pictures do shed light to this blog entry; oh well, it’s still not a bad way to start the week.
Not a bad way at all.
*Coincidentally, I just had a woman from my past visit me – I guess I’ll have write about that later too.