If we fail, let’s fail greatly
Saw my friend Skinny tonight. He’s on his way to Japan to a new life.
I’m secretly a little jealous, but happy for him too.
Teddy Roosevelt once said that of the person who tries something bold and new:
at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.
I’m always impressed by who just pick up and go. Thought so many times about moving here or here. But I never did.
Don’t know why I don’t just get to the other side.
Until then, Skinny, if you meet a nice (non-pescatarian) Japanese girl, send her my way?
I’ll be here. I’m ever here.
Location: 10PM, yest., with friends
Music: What does this city have to offer me
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I’m wearing a shirt that says, Do I Look Like a F___ People Person?
Made it home yesterday. Met two women on their way home too but home for them was Boston. Such is my luck.
It was dismal outside. Was gonna stay in when my flatmate reminded me that the reason I rushed home was to enjoy the Fourth. So I met up with my friend L. As you would expect, I totally missed the whole East Side Fireworks display but she and I did go out with some friends to eat.
Afterwards, I walked her home and got drenched. Totally soaked. So I took a shower at her place, borrowed this dead-sexy shirt, and crawled onto her sofa to crash. Her roommate Locationgirl was there and asked me over and over “Why are you here?” Didn’t understand the question until after they went to bed.
She meant, What are you doing here with L?
So I lay there for a bit and the ticking of the fan and the thunder kept me up. After about two hours of that, the rain finally stopped and I gave up trying to sleep. I left L a note, quietly left, took a cab back up to my pad and am about to crawl off and lie awake in my own bed.
In this snazzy shirt no less.
Location: home again
Music: I woke up to the sound of pouring rain
Conversations with Nadya
Nadi: Oh god, why don’t you ever write about when you actually succeed?
Me: What’s the fun there? Met a girl, we hooked up, blah, blah, blah. There’s no story there. Plus, you know I don’t kiss and tell.
Nadi: At least put something there. It’s depressing otherwise.
Me: There’s a fine line between hopeless romantic womanizer and sleezeball player.
Nadi: But it always sounds like, “Oh poor sad sack Logan screwed up with another girl.”
Me: Maybe I’ll put up a 10-to-1 ratio of…wait…sad sack?
Nadi: A ratio might be…
Me: Sad sack?!
Nadi: Look, all I’m saying is…
Me: Whaddya mean, sad sack?! Do people feel sorry…
Nadi: FOCUS, LOGAN!
May be focusing too much at times. How’s your dating life going?
Me, I’m out and about. But I’m also waiting.
After some modicum of attraction, there is only ever two things any relationship needs, and neither one of these things is love.
The two things are loyalty and fun. Everything good comes from these two.
Everything bad comes from when one or both are missing.
If you find someone with these three things, you’re doing well.
But more on that later. Right now, gotta catch a plane.
Location: in Queens, packing
Mood: full & sick
Music: When we were close I’ll remember these things the most
All in all, everything went well
(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:
Yeah…that’s the guy, officer.
That’s the guy.
Location: @8:45PM, going 80 on the 495
Music: boy Why don’t you go down Find somebody Find somebody else