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Ugh.
I can't get myself together today. I have work to do but I don't feel like doing anything.
I had a "very New York" Saturday.
The weather was incredible.
I did laundry at the laundomart around the corner, then I went into New York.
I snuck into the Met without paying the suggested admission (Fuck $20! That's like 4 hours of my post-taxes intern-pay!). A guard actually did ask to see my button and I played dumb, "Oh! Where did it go?!" then I went in a different way. I saw the Poiret exhibit. It was in a different area than the Nan Kempner exhibit we saw in March. I guess because it was sponsored by Balenciaga, the exhibit was far more well done. I'm not a fashion scholar but it seems that for a number of reasons . . . because his house closed, because he saw himself more as an artist than a designer, because his aesthetic was inflexible . . that Paul Poiret's contributions have been over-shadowed over the years by bigger names (Chanel) who were master-marketers in addition to being revolutionary designers. I could be wrong, but that is how it seems. Anyhow, it was great exhibit.
I walked downtown from The Met along and into Central Park. I ended up at the bottom of the park by the Plaza. The Apple Store was still insane after the Friday release of the iPhone, but the rest of the area was calm. I went to Bergdorf Goodman and was really happy to find an awesome hoodie at 70% off. I need one as I packed for summer weather but summer here in not Florida-summer. After getting my hoodie, I walked across the street to the Paris Theatre and saw 'La Vie En Rose'. 'La Vie En Rose' is one of my favorite songs, the original Edith Piaf and the Grace Jones version are both awesome for different reasons. The movie was good but sad. Even at the end when they tried to perk it up a little with a song about not having regrets, it was still sad. It was really really good though, poor Edith Piaf.
I went home after that and ate then took a nap. I ended up going out around midnight. I went to the Eagle, which sucked, then the Phoenix which was ok, but then, around 3, I walked next door to the Boys Room. That was so much fun. As soon I walked in, this group of younger guys started talking to me and I hung out with them until 4 when the bar closed. This guy, Chad, wanted me to share a cab with him back to Brooklyn, but somehow we needed up talking to these other two guys and going to an afterparty. I finally got home from the party 9:00 AM Sunday morning. Ahhhh! It was fun but I felt like shit. I slept until 5:30 pm then ate some food and did stuff online until midnight.
Other than those 24 hours, I didn't do a lot over the weekend. I always look forward to the weekend, but when it comes it usually sort of sucks. Other than enjoying the freedom of not having to be at work and being able to clean my apartment, it's a better concept than reality. I haven't been able to go to Brian's beach house in a month because he's had his father out there from Indiana for the last two weeks and I was too late to meet him out there by taking the jitney the week before that. I realize I am becoming the sort of person I used to hate, the person who only really wants to do stuff with the person that he is dating. Brian has a lot of stuff to do between actual work and work-related functions, so we go out about twice a week, which isn't bad considering he's only in town 5 nights a week during the summer. I wish it was more, though. Everything is good when we are together.
If you're reading this, you probably know I don't really have these feelings a lot. Feelings are gross. haha. In over two and a half years, I haven't met anyone I liked for any more than a few weeks. (Except for one person, but that was a mess from start to finish and it's finished now.) Of course I haven't told Brian all this stuff. We have talked about our past histories, but as far as how I feel with and without him, I haven't gotten into it. I have only been living here for 6 weeks and because there is an age and life experience difference, our perception of time is bound to be. I'd rather not screw this up by being too needy too soon. Yeah, feelings are gross, especially when you are in a big, expensive city and you feel sort of alone most of the time.
I should be looking forward to this shortened workweek, but unless I go to Shelter Island, the 4th is sort of going to blow. I know I shouldn't think that way, but I don't know what else I will want to but go out there and see Brian.
mangmang.
I got a hair cut, I'm really happy about that. The salon is really cool. They were playing all the old Art Bar 'hits' and it made me miss being 22 and having a huge network of people that I saw all the time, not just a few times a year. (That's about all I miss about being 22, btw.) Part of getting older and having ambition involves making choices that aren't the easiest, but I've made choices for two years now, it'd be kind of nice to have people to hang out with again who I know well. I really don't even know what that is like anymore.
meh, boo-hoo, cry me a river. This entry is so melodramatic, don't take it too seriously.
On the bright side, Amy and I have been cooking up something pretty spicy over the past week and a half. We are about 50% on our way to showing it to everyone. She's in Jacksonville this week, so it might take some extra time, but we're excited.
I can't get myself together today. I have work to do but I don't feel like doing anything.
I had a "very New York" Saturday.
The weather was incredible.
I did laundry at the laundomart around the corner, then I went into New York.
I snuck into the Met without paying the suggested admission (Fuck $20! That's like 4 hours of my post-taxes intern-pay!). A guard actually did ask to see my button and I played dumb, "Oh! Where did it go?!" then I went in a different way. I saw the Poiret exhibit. It was in a different area than the Nan Kempner exhibit we saw in March. I guess because it was sponsored by Balenciaga, the exhibit was far more well done. I'm not a fashion scholar but it seems that for a number of reasons . . . because his house closed, because he saw himself more as an artist than a designer, because his aesthetic was inflexible . . that Paul Poiret's contributions have been over-shadowed over the years by bigger names (Chanel) who were master-marketers in addition to being revolutionary designers. I could be wrong, but that is how it seems. Anyhow, it was great exhibit.
I walked downtown from The Met along and into Central Park. I ended up at the bottom of the park by the Plaza. The Apple Store was still insane after the Friday release of the iPhone, but the rest of the area was calm. I went to Bergdorf Goodman and was really happy to find an awesome hoodie at 70% off. I need one as I packed for summer weather but summer here in not Florida-summer. After getting my hoodie, I walked across the street to the Paris Theatre and saw 'La Vie En Rose'. 'La Vie En Rose' is one of my favorite songs, the original Edith Piaf and the Grace Jones version are both awesome for different reasons. The movie was good but sad. Even at the end when they tried to perk it up a little with a song about not having regrets, it was still sad. It was really really good though, poor Edith Piaf.
I went home after that and ate then took a nap. I ended up going out around midnight. I went to the Eagle, which sucked, then the Phoenix which was ok, but then, around 3, I walked next door to the Boys Room. That was so much fun. As soon I walked in, this group of younger guys started talking to me and I hung out with them until 4 when the bar closed. This guy, Chad, wanted me to share a cab with him back to Brooklyn, but somehow we needed up talking to these other two guys and going to an afterparty. I finally got home from the party 9:00 AM Sunday morning. Ahhhh! It was fun but I felt like shit. I slept until 5:30 pm then ate some food and did stuff online until midnight.
Other than those 24 hours, I didn't do a lot over the weekend. I always look forward to the weekend, but when it comes it usually sort of sucks. Other than enjoying the freedom of not having to be at work and being able to clean my apartment, it's a better concept than reality. I haven't been able to go to Brian's beach house in a month because he's had his father out there from Indiana for the last two weeks and I was too late to meet him out there by taking the jitney the week before that. I realize I am becoming the sort of person I used to hate, the person who only really wants to do stuff with the person that he is dating. Brian has a lot of stuff to do between actual work and work-related functions, so we go out about twice a week, which isn't bad considering he's only in town 5 nights a week during the summer. I wish it was more, though. Everything is good when we are together.
If you're reading this, you probably know I don't really have these feelings a lot. Feelings are gross. haha. In over two and a half years, I haven't met anyone I liked for any more than a few weeks. (Except for one person, but that was a mess from start to finish and it's finished now.) Of course I haven't told Brian all this stuff. We have talked about our past histories, but as far as how I feel with and without him, I haven't gotten into it. I have only been living here for 6 weeks and because there is an age and life experience difference, our perception of time is bound to be. I'd rather not screw this up by being too needy too soon. Yeah, feelings are gross, especially when you are in a big, expensive city and you feel sort of alone most of the time.
I should be looking forward to this shortened workweek, but unless I go to Shelter Island, the 4th is sort of going to blow. I know I shouldn't think that way, but I don't know what else I will want to but go out there and see Brian.
mangmang.
I got a hair cut, I'm really happy about that. The salon is really cool. They were playing all the old Art Bar 'hits' and it made me miss being 22 and having a huge network of people that I saw all the time, not just a few times a year. (That's about all I miss about being 22, btw.) Part of getting older and having ambition involves making choices that aren't the easiest, but I've made choices for two years now, it'd be kind of nice to have people to hang out with again who I know well. I really don't even know what that is like anymore.
meh, boo-hoo, cry me a river. This entry is so melodramatic, don't take it too seriously.
On the bright side, Amy and I have been cooking up something pretty spicy over the past week and a half. We are about 50% on our way to showing it to everyone. She's in Jacksonville this week, so it might take some extra time, but we're excited.