The average American only has two friends
Went to yet another funeral last week. I’m going to far too many for my age. Or maybe it’s just right. I don’t know.
My friend said, afterward, “It makes you think who’ll show up to your, you know, your…thing.”
I wonder who will.
You know, a recent survey says that the average American has only two close friends. I’ve got a few because I know I need them.
I hope you have more than two – life is hard enough as it is.
Plus it would just be sad if no one showed up.
Not that…oh, you know what I mean…
Location: -5 minutes in kitchen, waiting for coffee
Music: Heads we will, Tails we’ll try again
You pay a price for the things you do
Me: Do you remember hitting me on New Years?
Her: I hit you?! Why?
Me: Well, someone, not me, grabbed your butt and you turned to me and you were all pissed. You asked, “Did you grab my butt?” And I said, “No.”
Her: Did you grab my butt?
Her: Then what happened?
Me: Then I grabbed your butt. And you immediately slapped me.
Her: (pause) Was it any good?
Me: (pause) Yes. It was totally worth it.
We then both laughed. My friends are awesome. She thinks I’m in love with her, I think she’s in love with me. We’re both wrong – a good thing.
We’ll be friends for a long time.
Location: @12:25, Glitter and Doom @ 1000 Fifth Avenue
Music: Somehow, I lost my way, looking to see something in your eyes
The Sweetest Words in the English Language
I humbly submit that the poets are wrong when they say that the sweetest words are, “I love you.”
The way we use it these days (“I love that place;” “I love that show;” etc) cheapens it a lot.
December 2006 has been a horrid month for several friends of mine – some suffered the worst shock one can get, others had lesser shocks that still brought them to their knees. Five days ago, I got a call from a girl I only met once who said that she found out her boyfriend cheated on her. I got the call only because I was close by but I’m ok with that.
Four days ago, I got a call from a very close friend of mine who told me his mother passed away.
The time from Thanksgiving to New Year’s Day is usually the best time of year for me. The best time. It’s so sad.
When my breakup happened, I called my brother, my sister and my friend Tommy.
- My brother lives 1286.44 miles away but he caught the first flight here.
- My sister is nearer and caught the next train.
- Johnny, who had just returned from four months in China that morning, arrived at my place first.
I’m surprisingly toungue-tied at times where people’s hearts eat them up from the inside out. I think I’m at my best when I keep it simple and say what my brother, sister and Tommy said in one way or another:
I’m on my way.
Now I submit that those words…those words will make a grown man cry.
Location: @7:20 on Rt. 3, going home – like old times
Music: Baby’s got blue skies up ahead but in this I’m a rain cloud
Tequila is not your friend; rum is your friend
It started going downhill when Mikey bought a round.
- Post a pic and edit this entry tomorrow.
- Rum is your friend.
- Tequila is not your friend.
- Buy a new hat.
- Tequila is not your friend.
I feel terrible.
However, I did manage to find my hat. Also made another related post and an unrelated post.
Location: at home, drinking lots of water
Music: The devil is alive I feel him breathin’
I’m moving plenty but not getting anywhere.
It’s been a pretty interesting set of days.
On Tuesday, I met up with an old business partner at The Iroquois Hotel at 49 West 44th Street. It was for Cruzan Rum roll-out of their new Seven Year Rum and their purchase by Absolut Vodka. It was a pretty killer private dinner (there’s a picture in my vanity section) – it started with a beet salad with Gorgonzola, then an entree of filet mignon, and then a dessert of poached pears. So good. It was nice being in a business environment again – it was also nice eating food I didn’t have to unwrap first.
I also met up with my headshrinker friend. He owns this huge seven-story apartment in mid-town and it looks like a classical Japanese building from the inside – so cool. You could walk by it a million times and not know what it looks like inside. It’s the nicest building in Times Square, IMHO. We used to live there after college; it was a long time ago. We were poor but we had a great time.
I had dinner with a good female friend last night and things happened that should or should not have happened. I’m still trying to figure that part out. I think she is too.
Two other weird women related things happened today too:
- I met this girl at the bookstore and we were just chatting innocently enough when her boyfriend appeared and was obviously very steamed. I wanted to say, “We were just talking,” but he left before I could say anything. She just rolled her eyes and said, “That’s my crazy boyfriend.” I think I said something like, “I could tell” but I don’t remember.
- Right afterwards, I was walking down 20th where there’s a shooting range. I was meeting a friend that shoots there and there was this small Asian girl there, which I thought was strange. I started talking to her and we exchanged contact information. I thought she was just someone visiting someone else until she whipped out this huge (I mean, gi-NORMOUS) .357 revolver and proceeded to absolutely kill a paper target,which I assumed had insulted her previously in some manner
Yesterday I walked from 192nd Street and Broadway to 128th Street and Amsterdam. Today I walked from Delancy and Allen Streets to 20 West 20th Street.
I’m moving plenty but I don’t think I’m getting anywhere.
Location: @ 2:something – on a couch in a Cafe @Allen&Delancy;
Music: you ain’t keeping me up all night no more
Looking for a place to call home
My insomnia’s resulting in a lot more late night eating than usual. Better hit the gym soon.
Someone from my past dropped me a meaningless email today. But it stopped me cold. It’s so weird how someone can encompass your life and then, much later, just shoot you a random email about randomness. It made me feel very much adrift.
Speaking of which, had dinner with a very old friend of mine yesterday who happens to be a head-shrinker. Told him that I just wanted to hop the next plane to anywhere and he laughed and said that, generally, people that have a desire to travel are looking for a place to call home.
Location: @11:00, in Billyburg, talking to a 23 YO communist woman
Music: tonight, tonight, I’m on my way, I’m on my way home