So, what’s your story, morning glory; what makes you look so blue?
The beauty of never having drunk seriously since high school is that I’ve managed to (I think) look better than my age and have not a gut.
The flip side of it is that I’m meeting up with inebriated Logan again for the first time since 1995.
And he’s got stuff to say.
I’m already fairly friendly and outgoing when I’m sober. Drunk, I’m your best friend.
So, what’s your story, morning glory; what makes you look so blue?
Location: @3AM, sloshing home
Music: I’ll take myself to an east coast city and walk about
We make cameos in people’s lives
I’ve had time to digest what happened over New Year’s Eve. Overall, it was great.
There were some moments I could have lived without but that’s pretty much my life.
Went to my fencing class tonight and actually got clocked because I was thinking about it. Not fun.
Well for me, anywho; the guy that hit me thought it was hilarious.
Tonight, I spoke with a girl I just met. She’s potentially going through a breakup too. That makes 11 that I know of in as many weeks. It’s gotta be something in the air. Or maybe relationships are just hard.
Someone once said to me that it’s better to be the star of your own movie than have a cameo in someone else’s.
She was totally right about that.
It’s funny because Kirk’s never been in a long-term relationship and wants to be in one; I’ve never been alone and want to try it out. But it’s not easy because it’s just nice to have someone to think about about in my quiet moments.
Oh, bother, bother – let’s just be honest with each other.
I probably already think of you, you just don’t know it, or I don’t show it.
But I’ve tricked you, you see;
It’s quiet now,
And I made you think of me.
06:13:03 AM – UPDATE
The insomnia’s back.
Location: @8:25, getting jtabbed with a wooden sword on 72nd
Music: You know that I’m falling and I don’t know what to say
The one where I met another blogger
Heart in hand, I made my way to the west side uptown line. I haven’t taken a cab by myself in a while and I feel it’s somewhat wasteful. Plus the walking always clears my mind.
I was in the subway and this very small woman had a bag covering her hand so that she didn’t have to hold onto the railing.
Not that I blame her, I would do the same thing; there’s 4.7 million subway riders a day. That’s more people than most cities have. You’ve gotta figure someone has something nasty.
But the thing was that this woman had a tiny, tiny sandwich bag around her tiny, tiny hand. I looked at her, then at this pretty blond sitting across from she and we both laughed. The blond took out a pen and a pad and wrote out something. We then reached my stop and the blond exited also.
I had to ask.
Me: Did you write about that woman?
Her: Yes, not that I blame her, I would do the same thing. I have a blog about the subway…
Me: Funny you say that, it just so happens…
We exchanged blog information, which I think is so comically modern (note that this is all at two or three in the morning). If you’re at all interested, her blog is here.
Yes, I am a complete dweeb. But, I would like to point out that you are reading the blog of a complete dweeb.
The lack of sleep is making me rude.
Location: knee-deep in computer parts
Music: I just couldn’t take the hurt again, What a feeling
Dusting off the typewriter
My insomnia is maddening but this means I can tell you a quick story (one of two for this night):
I was walking home late tonight and pulled my jacket around me because I was cold. A young woman smiled as she brushed past me and I smiled back. She tripped and fell down, embarrassed, and her heart fell out from her jacket.
I saw it fall so I leaned over and picked it up and called out to her but the wind drowned me out. She had already crossed the street. After the light changed, I ran after her but she disappeared.
So I stood there in middle of 14th Street and 3rd Avenue holding onto something that didn’t belong to me. I decided to put it in my pocket in case I ran into someone missing a heart in the big city.
As always, I took the long walk home. For some reason, I wasn’t as cold.
Location: @1:30AM – 14th Street and 3rd Avenue, just past R&KW
Music: My heart was broke, my head was sore, what a feeling
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
Met this young lady out-and-about and said exactly the wrong things
Saturday night, I went out to see a band play in Brooklyn, which ended up being hella fun. Course, had to up and ruin the night for myself.
Everything was going fine until we hopped a cab back into the City and ended up at a pizza joint downtown. I sitting to the side and when this very attractive blond comes in and sits down next to me. I’m not sure how we started talking but I find out that she’s from Florida, works with on a network program and is recently divorced. Somehow got her to also trade driver’s licenses with me and I realize that she’s six years younger than me. And divorced! Crazy.
We’re chatting a bit more and then she tells me that she’s going to eat more pizza. Scoff and tell her that women always think they can eat a lot but they never can, to which she tells me, “I can eat you under the table.” She goes and gets another slice and it’s just then my friends decide to leave. When she gets back, I’ve got my jacket on. Here’s the rest of the conversation:
Her: Oh, you’re leaving?
Me: Yeah, my friends are going.
Her: Do you go everywhere your friends go?
Me (wait for it): Well, we’re catching a cab uptown so, yes.
Did take down her number and I’m debating if it’s worth calling her at this point.
Oh who am I kidding – I’m calling…
20061024 UPDATE – Check that; I’ve lost her number.
I’m my own worst enemy.
Location: @8:15 – half breath, sight, pull
Music: the colors mix together to grey and it breaks her heart
Sometimes you keep running into the same people
Last night I finally managed to get seven hours of sleep again. I felt like a different person again after I woke up.
I had lunch at a really classy and cool, old school bar. A bunch of old men were chatting it up with me and I was there for almost two hours. It was weird because the last hour was my giving them a history lesson on the rise of America as a superpower after WWII and how we made English replace French as the international language of business – I have no idea how the topic even started. They ended up buying my lunch (which made me regret that I didn’t order more than just a diet coke and salad). 🙂
I forgot to mention that I saw that girl that I met at Ricky’s rooftop party last week in the oddest of places. I was exiting my airplane and she was waiting in line to get in. The weirdest thing. I never met her before two weeks ago, she’s lived right around me for three years and I see her in an airport on a Thursday getting into the plane I just got off of. What are the chances? I didn’t realize it was her until a few minutes after I walked by her and it dawned on me who she was – I had that “I think I know that girl” feeling when I saw first saw her after I left the plane but I was too tired to process quickly enough. I figured it would be too strange if I went back and said “hello” so I just let it be.
Heading back home later this week and I’m sure I’ll be bending time again this weekend.
I’ve become a charmer of old men.
Eh, at least the food’s paid for.
Location: Another (but better) hotel upstate
Music: That’s why I believe it is too late for anyone to believe