Going It Alone

All of you know that Tuesdays are my Friday, therefore Tuesday nights = Friday nights.

The end of summer and through fall brought a friend of friends in town, Chitah. I've mentioned her before. With her arrival found our evening social excursions (ESE) more frequent. Chitah, sadly, went back to Austin, Texas. So, our ESE have declined. Last outing was the infamous excursion immortalized en blog a few posts ago; I have not been out since and I was getting a little restless. So, I called my peeps (Timjamin [no answer] and Kexas) but got declined. That's what I get for having my Friday on other peoples Sunday.

So, I pushed off and headed out. Alone. I mean, I was on my way to meet someone - but it wasn't like we were going to hang out the entire night, it was a let's be in the same place, come see the show. A performer has gotta perform, right?

I arrived at destination, Therapy on W 52. Up the stairs and to the bar. Made my greeting and was "placed" in a seat at a table with 2 cute young men appearing to be on a date. When a drag queen asks if someone can sit at your table are you going to say no? They weren't on a date (but I think they should go on one) and were really very nice and welcoming. I was offered some of their calamari (politely declined: vegetarian, remember?) and then I introduced myself and apologized for the intrusion. It was good, fun conversation. It was good meeting new people. Oh, and one of them paid for my drinks, which was hella nice. So, I got their numbers, so maybe we'll all hang out again and I can return the favor.

After they left, I sat with Ms. Ginger and her man Bill, whose name I remember by singing The Fifth Dimension song Wedding Bell Blues* to myself. Some other people were there and joined us and I noticed the attractive-gentlemen-to-my-right...

Ginger and Wedding Bill Blues were leaving so I put on my coat and walked down with them. I said my goodbyes on the street and walked east where I ran into the attractive-gentlemen-to-my-right. A block later I knew their names and that hottie New Yorker was walking his visiting D.C. friend to his hotel. A few short blocks later and I knew quite a bit more about hottie New Yorker (sorry visiting D.C. friend) and that I wanted to learn more. We got to the hotel (Coincidentally, I had to walk past it to get to the subway) and hottie New Yorker told me to come back to Therapy next Tuesday, he'll be there.

I guess I'll be there, too.

*Gilmore Girls: Wedding Bell Blues
(100th episode) In the series' landmark 100th episode, Lorelai and Rory feel obligated to give Emily a bachelorette party on the night before Richard and Emily renew their marriage vows. At the ceremony the following day, Rory tells Logan she wants a relationship with him even though he's not ready to commit. Later, when Lorelai, Luke and Christopher discover Rory and Logan together, half-dressed, the shocking scene leads to an angry confrontation between Luke and Christopher. A furious Lorelai figures out that Emily invited Christopher in an attempt to destroy Lorelai's relationship with Luke.

A Comment for the Good Doctor

In the olden days, I've been told, the Museum used to have garage sale-like occasions where artworks were sold to staff, volunteers, and members. I have often wondered what the pieces that were deemed saleable were, where their journeys over the years have taken them, and of course, where they are now. Perhaps these lesser known artists and works of art are in lesser known museums, maybe even medical libraries.

Paul Rudd

I am totally in lust. Pick up the new issue of Rolling Stone immediately!

The Queen


Ok, so I saw this movie 2 weeks ago. It is hilarious! Look at them. Hilarious.
It was a great film.
But so, so funny.
James Cromwell as Prince Philip?! HILARIOUS!
Helen Mirren - Superb, and brilliantly funny.
Go see it.

As of 10/20/2006 12:21:30 PM EDT:

  • I am 30 years old.
  • I am 367 months old.
  • I am 1,597 weeks old.
  • I am 11,182 days old.
  • I am 268,380 hours old.
  • I am 16,102,821 minutes old.
  • I am 966,169,290 seconds old.

Planning for a First Weekend in November

My Mom is hitting a milestone birthday this year, in early November. My milestone birthday came and went without too much fanfare, but thinking that she has 30 more milestone years behind her than I do, I figure I should say "how high" when she says jump. I mean, one of the last phone conversations we had she mentioned how much she would like for at least ONE of her three kids to be there for it. Even though I wasn't planning to see her until Christmas holidays, being the self-declared favorite, I decided that that one child was me.

And being that I remember birthdays and my siblings do not, I called them and told them they should come too. My sister will not be joining me. My brother (and his whole family) will.

So, I called my Mom and asked what she was doing Thursday, November 3rd, and knowing that she rarely plans more than 2 days in advance for anything, her response was "I don't know." And then I sprung it on her. "Can you pick me up from the airport?"

Surprise!

I'll be really happy to see my Mom. I haven't seen her since last Christmas. Woo HOO! 6 days in Florida.

Planning for a Fall

I've returned home from my UWS gig. Although the extra money is great and getting to sample neighborhoods is cool, it is best to stick to the routine. Life is easier that way.

The other night, I went out and ended up getting a little too drunk. So drunk that I did something out of character. I went home with somebody. I had the encouragement of my friends and he was cute and sweet.

But as we were walking back to his place things turned black. Literally, I don't remember walking over to 11th Avenue. I kinda remember the Lobby of his building. I don't remember the elevator. I remember the hotel-like numbers on the doors.

Inside his apartment, I sat down and it was over. There is nothing worse that getting sick at a strangers house. It is embarrassing and well, not very becoming. Anyway, he was very sweet for putting up with it, and even taking care of me and putting me to bed, whether he wanted me there at that point or not.

The next morning, I apologized for being such a mess and he was polite and said that it was not a problem. All the intimacy ended when we left the apartment (and I noticed it was rather much like a hotel and there was a Chihuly hanging in the Lobby) and said our good-byes on the street, "I'm sure we'll run into each other, again sometime."

Unfortunately, that is probably true. If the night had progressed differently it would have ended with me looking forward to that run-in. Now, if I see him (and actually recognize him), all I'll feel is major embarrassment. The only salvageable part of the experience was waking up next to someone, hearing them snore, arms around each other.

I called-in sick with symptoms of food poisoning, as it was something I consumed that was making me ill, (If you are reading this Megan, sorry!) and slept most of the day.

Next time I go out for happy hour, I am making sure I eat something and that the drinks are served weak.

Observations on the Upper West Side

I'm on Day 7 of my Catsitting foray into the UWS. Here are some observations:

  • The sight of children, any age, makes me physically scowl. The UWS is filled with nasty children, so I must be a frightful mess with my perma-digusted look.
  • Technically not the UWS but on my route to-and-fro, Central Park South smells like horse crap and cigarette smoke.
  • Walk-ups are totally overrated.
  • Roof Terraces are boring unless you have drinks and someone with to share them.

Your Mom eats Toblerone

On my coffee and Toblerone break, I sit here contemplating Gilmore Girl dialog:

RORY: Is there dessert?
EMILY: Yes, and we have a special surprise for you for dessert. We brought it back from Switzerland.
LORELAI: We're getting a mountain goat?
RICHARD: This is better than a goat.
EMILY: Let's go into the living room.
RORY: Dessert from Switzerland.
LORELAI: The land of chocolate.
RORY: Yum!
RICHARD: You two are going to love this.
LORELAI: Is it as good as Toblerone?
RICHARD: Oh, it's better than Toblerone.

What's better than Toblerone??! Coffee and Toblerone!!

I'm Bringing Broken Back

I'm housesitting on the UWS (Upper West Side for non-New Yorkers). Specifically, West 70th at Columbus. It is a 2BR (lofts)/1Bath 5th Floor walk-up. There is a cat and a roof terrace. It is a nice place. My one question is how does a single person working at a non-profit afford this?

Other than that, I say good for her. It is a great space and a great 'hood.

The bed is like sleeping on a hardwood floor with a sheet over it, though. Ouch. My back seriously hurts.