My life is so boring lately
Last night I met jannyblue and stgreyhounds out for dinner in Little Korea or whatever they call the area around 32nd and 6th/Broadway, etc. It was cool, had kim chee which is always worth a trip. Girlie talk, and all that. It was a nice, chill dinner and I'm glad we all suggested it last week.
After having coffee and too much donut at Dunkin Donuts, I went back to JC and had a beer and another cup of coffee at Edward's Steakhouse. I know most of the people there, including owner, bartender, etc. Tom, the bartender, is Jim's recent ex roommate and friend of 10 years from college. We get along pretty well, and I don't mind playing wing-woman or whatever to him when we're out. I just won't throw myself on the grenade and snitch the girl's guy so he can get the girl. I know, bad wingman, bad wingman!
I finished Irvine Welsh's Marabou Stork Nightmares whilst there. I actually read just under the last half of the book there. I finally got into the rhythm so I can read the damned books. He writes in Scottish accent...let me show you an example:
The boys tried tae git ays tae take an ecky, bit ah wis jist intae Becks, eh. Besides, clubs wir jist a place tae come doon n talk aboot the swedge n mibbe bag oaf wi some fanny as far as ah wis concerned. Ah loved swedgin. It was easy, n aw; once you got beyond your second or third pagger, once you learned to get past your fear and pain and just go with it, just keep going, keep swinging and booting at ...
So, I have finally gotten to the point where I can read an entire book written like that and even worse, and almost as quickly as I normally read, which is a book in a few hours. Cool. I can blow through all the books Anne-Marie lent me and return them to her shortly. His books are so violent, so full of twisted, messed-up characters. I'd hate to see that the poorer sections of Scotland really do bring forth such people.
Anyhow, so finished the book, and met Patrick at The Merchant for a quick pint and a chat. Left there to head to the The Waterbug and met Adam, Ted, Sasha and his wife Ludmilla (they're Russian) and took them with. Adam stayed, the rest left. He really digs the shows, now. Met this guy Brian there that I used to see every so often at the bar. Haven't in a long time. He is such a bad drinker. Seriously, one or two drinks and he's all loopy and shit. He's very, very attractive. He looks like a much taller, lighter colored (light brown/blonde hair, grey eyes) Tom Cruise. Seriously. Even the nose. He's a salesperson for NYSC and he's also a model. I think he's in a current Calvin Klein ad. Something about a guy on a horse? He's the guy? If you see it, point me to it. I haven't seen the ad, yet. He insists he's straight, but man, gaydar goes off when I see him. Maybe he's bi and hasn't come to terms with the other side? I mean, I suppose he could live heterosexually if he likes both, but his mannerisms...He's awfully sweet, though. Shy, even. Not at all what you'd expect. He insisted on holding my hand while we were walking, and hates bars and doesn't really have a social life. He just works. He also socks away a shitload of cash, but I sort of feel badly for him. I grabbed a taxi home and messed around online for a bit. He's too young for me, ala Zach, but much nicer, and way less cocky (hell, not at all cocky) with much more reason to be.
Clean and lamoon day today. I need some coffee. I'm out so I suppose I'll go by the Beechwood and grab a big cup and drop off some of Annos books on the way. Nice out. Sunny.
After having coffee and too much donut at Dunkin Donuts, I went back to JC and had a beer and another cup of coffee at Edward's Steakhouse. I know most of the people there, including owner, bartender, etc. Tom, the bartender, is Jim's recent ex roommate and friend of 10 years from college. We get along pretty well, and I don't mind playing wing-woman or whatever to him when we're out. I just won't throw myself on the grenade and snitch the girl's guy so he can get the girl. I know, bad wingman, bad wingman!
I finished Irvine Welsh's Marabou Stork Nightmares whilst there. I actually read just under the last half of the book there. I finally got into the rhythm so I can read the damned books. He writes in Scottish accent...let me show you an example:
The boys tried tae git ays tae take an ecky, bit ah wis jist intae Becks, eh. Besides, clubs wir jist a place tae come doon n talk aboot the swedge n mibbe bag oaf wi some fanny as far as ah wis concerned. Ah loved swedgin. It was easy, n aw; once you got beyond your second or third pagger, once you learned to get past your fear and pain and just go with it, just keep going, keep swinging and booting at ...
So, I have finally gotten to the point where I can read an entire book written like that and even worse, and almost as quickly as I normally read, which is a book in a few hours. Cool. I can blow through all the books Anne-Marie lent me and return them to her shortly. His books are so violent, so full of twisted, messed-up characters. I'd hate to see that the poorer sections of Scotland really do bring forth such people.
Anyhow, so finished the book, and met Patrick at The Merchant for a quick pint and a chat. Left there to head to the The Waterbug and met Adam, Ted, Sasha and his wife Ludmilla (they're Russian) and took them with. Adam stayed, the rest left. He really digs the shows, now. Met this guy Brian there that I used to see every so often at the bar. Haven't in a long time. He is such a bad drinker. Seriously, one or two drinks and he's all loopy and shit. He's very, very attractive. He looks like a much taller, lighter colored (light brown/blonde hair, grey eyes) Tom Cruise. Seriously. Even the nose. He's a salesperson for NYSC and he's also a model. I think he's in a current Calvin Klein ad. Something about a guy on a horse? He's the guy? If you see it, point me to it. I haven't seen the ad, yet. He insists he's straight, but man, gaydar goes off when I see him. Maybe he's bi and hasn't come to terms with the other side? I mean, I suppose he could live heterosexually if he likes both, but his mannerisms...He's awfully sweet, though. Shy, even. Not at all what you'd expect. He insisted on holding my hand while we were walking, and hates bars and doesn't really have a social life. He just works. He also socks away a shitload of cash, but I sort of feel badly for him. I grabbed a taxi home and messed around online for a bit. He's too young for me, ala Zach, but much nicer, and way less cocky (hell, not at all cocky) with much more reason to be.
Clean and lamoon day today. I need some coffee. I'm out so I suppose I'll go by the Beechwood and grab a big cup and drop off some of Annos books on the way. Nice out. Sunny.