On (or Close to) Schedule
Had a really late night (again). Scrambling to catch up. Insanely busy.
Last part of 72nd to Canal above – so sad. Pimp us!
Met a designer as well as a writer last night. Interesting. The writer’s a non-NJ, non-pescetarian/vegetarian, local girl that’s under 5’7″.
Well now, wonder what that means?
No time to figure it out now.
Location: @3AM, on 5th Ave and 48th Street
Mood: insanely busy
Music: Shucks, for me there is no other You’re the only shoe that fits
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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.
Location: about to get ready to run in park
Mood: sleepy
Music: If I don’t get some shelter, oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away
I’ve had the worst sleep schedule these days. Plus I’ve got a full social roster this week. Luck of the draw, really. I decided not to go to the Ed Koch banquet and instead meet up with some friends for a small social thing. I’m sure Ms. Right will be somewhere in that banquet, however, I’m a mess.
But I digress.
Topic from last post: girlie. Here’s the interesting thing about her:
But she is NOT from New Jersey. Ah, something different. She is, however, from another country. Just my luck, eh?
The next girl I meet will just eat nuts & grass and live in Istanbul (or Constantinople). I know it.
Seriously, I need to know: Is it me?
Maybe it’s my cologne.
No, it must be me.
Location: in the office you see in the first part of the sitcom
Mood: insanely busy
Music: I’ll be out Fast as I can, maybe late but at least about
Met a nice girl recently. She lives…quite far away. Thus, no shiny future for the two us. Sad, really.
Still, another pretty friend in the world is nothing to shake a stick at.
And we both know that I’m the type of guy just that’ll just up and go someday.
Let’s have a code, you and I; should I ever just leave suddenly, I’ll post Gone Fishing!
Nothing else.
Then you’ll know.
You’ll know I cashed in those miles, packed my bags, sold the car, gave away Harold and the fish, and left. I’d be elsewhere.
Actually, I’d bring Harold.
I think he’d like to see the world too.
Location: nowhere special
Mood: cloudy
Music: I’m tired of whys choking on whys Just need a little because
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.
Or maybe, like I thought, it’s just spring cleaning.
I was wrong, this summer is a lot like last summer.
This week, I’ve got plans every night single night of the week. Some professional, mostly just social.
Well, at least I’m not bored.
Location: my own apartment, thankfully
Mood: exhausted
Music: I can’t seem to get you off my mind
72nd to Canal is UP!
I’m going to have YouTube links to the site for Monday’s post, I’m just too beat today. I’ll tell you why later.
If you help us pimp the show, by linking, forwarding, emailing, whatnot, that’d be greatly appreciated.
Had dinner with a woman I had met a few times in the past the other night.
I was just meeting up as friends; I don’t know if she had other plans but things worked themselves out on their own.
Me: (ring, ring) Hello, this is Logan.
Her: (…) Do you know who this is?
Me: Um, hello?
Her: You didn’t program my number in?
Me: (long pause) Um…no.
Dinner was cold.
The food was fine.
The dinner itself was cold.
Location: my own blue bed
Mood: pleased
Music: now, overcast days never turned me on
The show’s coming out tomorrow so I’ll post again this weekend or today.
Back in the day, my ex hated that mirror so I put it away. As luck would have it, I had just brought it out, dusted it off and put it up when she arrived last Sunday.
I spoke to the girl with eyes like faded jeans today who sent me back my jacket in the crumpled pink box in the picture. I’m disappointed because I thought it might be something but it turned out to be nothing.
We broke up twice before and each time, she felt I moved on too quickly. This time, I waited and made sure this is what she wanted. Yes.
We broke up because of an argument. I learned the hard way that it’s better to have honest disagreements than pretty lies. She wants someone who doesn’t argue with her and I guess that’s possible but I can’t see how real a relationship that could be.
Her past relationships have been rough on her and now I think I know why. Easy is fake; hard is real. Such is life.
I was going to tell her when I reconsidered. She would have just disagreed with me and that’s a losing bet. She’s not my girl anymore.
Me? I met up with a girl who’s leaving town. She loved a brown-eyed man on the other side of the world and I loved a blue-eyed girl on the other side of NYC.
We’re perfect for each other – except that we’re not.
With enough rum, we are and that’s good enough for the time being.
Looking back at all my posts this week, you must think I’m conceited. My friends always catch me staring at myself in mirrors. I’m not staring because I’m vain. I’m staring because I’m always surprised.
Because, in my head, I don’t look like that at all.
In my head, I look like this.
Location: @1AM, doing the Standard in some UWS bar
Mood: sotted
Music: gonna make a change, for once in my life
Got a gig to go to fancy dinners and chat with rich people.
Him: You really don’t know? They want you because of how you look.
Me: (surprised) You’re kidding me. What about my resume?
Him: (shrugging) Didn’t even look at it. You’re meeting Ed Koch on Wednesday. Free up your nights, wear a suit and don’t bring a date. Oh…don’t get fat.
After a breakup, I tend to get hit on more. Even Gio noticed people looking at me tonight. I think it’s the lack of sleep, plus, I don’t eat much when I’m single. It’s nice but my hands are shaking again.
I’m usually the icebreaker of my friends. Some of them (not Gio) “love” the women I’m with but the moment I’m single, they tell me things like, “Oh, I never liked her,” to get me back in the scene.
Ugh. I hate that. I hate gossip folk.
My exes weren’t perfect but I was with them for a reason.
Speaking of which, The Ex stopped by unexpectedly on Sunday night to pick up some of her things.
For some reason, she looked in the fridge. All it had was protein shakes, rum and PB&J. She laughed when she opened up the freezer and saw the Mac & Cheese and all the veggie burgers.
Wish I could tell you something terribly interesting happened when she was here. She looked amazing. But I’d be lying.
You know, I could survive on protein shakes, rum and PB&J.
Maybe even just the rum.
Location: @8PM, my favorite dive bar w/Gio
Mood: irritated
Music: Then I’ll just be waiting here right here
This is a mixture of two recent conversations I had, one of which was Caligirl:
Her: I heard you’re seeing her again.
Me: (joking) You’re late. As usual.
Her: What happened?!
Me: I’d rather not say, it’s complicated.
Her: Oh I’m sorry. (pause) She’s come back before – twice, right?
Me: You never know, though I’m sure she’s out and about with her backup plan. It’s ok, she knows that I’m nobody’s careful consideration.
Her: I think it’s not as important that someone leaves; it’s more important that there’s something about you that the person misses enough to come back for.
Me: (laughing) If she did come back, it’d probably just be because she forgot something.
Her: (exasperated) Why is everything a joke?
Me: (pause) I couldn’t take it any other way.
It was a beautiful day. Made some scratch, took a weird gig, got hit on a few times, had some rum – the usual spring twirl.
I’m disappointed but still hopeful.
Because you can never tell what time and tide brings.
Location: @5PM, the UES, thinking
Mood: insanely busy
Music: I will be your storm at seas And I’ll be your sharp intake (Spotify)
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:
Location: @8:45PM, going 80 on the 495
Mood: busy
Music: boy Why don’t you go down Find somebody Find somebody else
