I lent a friend some money because she was going through a divorce and was in a bind. It’s not like I had that much spare scratch but I figured that she was good for it so I borrowed some dough against the cards and gave it to her.
I stopped by her place cause I haven’t heard from her and was worried. Apartment was empty. She up and left. I’ve known her seven years. She didn’t even say sorry.
On the same day, I took the last straw from another friend too. I’ve known him since the 90s. The very last straw.
What a day. It was…indescribable.
Then I got a call from the guy that gave me the gig in Mancini Duffy a decade ago.
Him: Dude, how’ve you been? Me: (stunned) What made you call? I haven’t heard from you in years. Him: I dunno. (laugh) I got the urge to call.
Then Bryson called me.
Him: Hey brother, thought I’d see how you were. Me: I can’t even tell you. Him: (pause) Tell me.
When you keep cutting your friends, you end up with the ones that matter. I guess that’s something, yeah?
I’ll be posting a lot of pictures – still a work in progress. I wanted to write more, but I drank my night away.
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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Got a package in the mail the other day from The Laura. She had sent me some clothes because she mentioned that she had some in my size.
The thing is that we’ve only ever met three times and each time very briefly. So the gesture was all the more appreciated because it was so unwarranted. She even sent a lovely card.
Berlingirl stopped by on Sunday. She’s going home this week and I’m most likely in Syracuse by the time you read this so we won’t see each other again for a while.
But I told her that she has a friend in NYC if she ever comes back.
Me: It was nice meeting you too. Her: (smiling) Will you see that girl you like this week? Me: I hope so. Her: (She smiled, leaned in and gave me a kiss) Strange. I’ve never kissed a German-speaking, Chinese-American in a Mexican museum exhibit before. Me: And now you have. Her: (laughing) Yes, I have. I hope you have a happy life, Logan.
The world can be a nice place sometimes. I forget.
Ich vergesse so viel…aber du vergesse ich nie. Gute reise!
My buddy Rain once wrote something brilliant maybe a decade ago called My Soulmate Sells Kumquats in Istanbul, or something. Basically, it was about the ridiculousness of the concept of a soulmate.
Fun with math:
There are 8.2 million people here in NYC.
With some 65% women, that means 5.33 million women.
Assume arguendo that 1% of 1% are perfect for me – the right age, look, brains, education, dietary restrictions, whatnot.
Ergo, there are 533 women in NYC perfect for me. Perfect. I just gotta find em.
So to add to my idea that there’s no such thing as a pickup line, there’s no such thing as The One. That and St. Valentine’s Day, was invented to sell you something – whether it be $4.50 for a piece of paper or the thought that, this person is the best I can do.
Trust me, the person your pine after ain’t that grand.
The only thing that changes in your relationship life is the degree of (a) effort and (b) forgiveness two people expend. That’s it. It’s true of any relationship – lovers, friends, family.
One-itus. It’s a crock. And don’t tell me I’m not a romantic – if you’ve read me at all you know I am.
It’s lot more romantic, IMHO, that two people work on making something…work, than two people being together because they both happen like the same obscure 80s band.
A buddy had a going away party on Saturday at one of my favorite joints, Solas and different people from different circles of my life met up there.
We ran into others like Candyfiend – whom I also bumped into last week midtown, an actor from 72nd to Canal, and a Texan and her friend (like the hat?) I met at a party a week ago. Sometimes NYC’s a small town.
Lots of memories there. Before my time it was called Café Tabac and Madonna worked there. You know, I met Somena there, was there for dozens of parties, was slapped there and last saw Blue-Jean Eyes there.
Had my 30th birthday party at Solas too.
The coolest thing about Saturday night was that there were at least 10 people there for my buddy’s thing that were at my 30th as well.
Friends come and go. Some stay with you physically; some stay with you mentally. Some do both.
Saw a sneak preview of The Kingdom on Monday. It had it’s good and bad points but I gotta say that the fight scene with Jennifer Garner is worth the price of admission.
Totally hot. Totally.
Me: So you think she was saying that she was gay to get rid of me or what? Nadi: Nah, that’d make it more conversation, not less. If she just wanted to get rid of you, she’d have just said she had a dude. Me: True. Hmmm, I wonder if… Nadi: Oh stop, you’re not gonna change her. That’s every man’s dream. Me: (laughing) Maybe we should eat there some… Nadi: (rolling eyes) Sheeyeah, Logan – riiiiiiight…
———- Him: You’ve never heard that before? Look, everyone turns into one of the Seven Dwarfs when they drink. Like me, I’m Sleepy Dwarf. So, which one are you? Me: (thinking) Is there a Friendly Pirate Dwarf?