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lot's doing... where to begin?
doris and josh came in from cali last wednesday night. wished i could've partied with them wed, thurs... sounded like fun. i bailed. i can't function at work on 3 hours of sleep. everyone wants a piece of my ass and the whole place seems to be coming apart. plugging holes in the damn and juggling chainsaws at the same time. more on that in a bit.
friday was too much. work was piling up, but there was no way to do it. everyone was at the beach. combine that with blue skies and 80 degree weather (hmmm... a lot like today) and i had to say peas the fudge out at lunch time. got home in record time, woke up doris and josh, grabbed lunch, spotted blimps and increased police presence.
the RNC started in new york this week. all the blimps and helicopters in town have been commandeered by the NYPD. they have surveillance and snipers in the air at all times. the snipers are scary... there were some pics in the papers on monday. dudes with serious amounts of kevlar, helmets, blackout shades, strapped in but hanging out 300 feet off the ground... holding machine guns pointing DOWN. if you're in new york and you look up some time this week to see a blimp or a helicopter hovering, wonder quietly to yourself if that hair trigger is aimed at your head right now.
after lunch, we got in the train and went downtown... soho'd and bought some shoes. met up with detroit - johnny o et al. met mike servito and regina for the first time. good people. got beers and warm white wine and french fries. then back to brooklyn for dinner, charles' last night in town. we caught critical mass riding through, down broadway and west on houston, as we were moving towards the subway. 10 minutes at least we watched... there were a lot of pissed drivers. i guess in the end they arrested 250 riders.
dinner was weird. typical japanese fair... which is to say, no sushi. chicken stew and beef stew and i had mackerel in dishwater sauce. the place was actually a bar specializing in 'japanese tapas'... i found that concept hilarious and totally foreign. i guess i'm the only one, tho. walking back to my apartment afterwards i noticed another 'japanese tapas' bar not three blocks away.
CHORUS
YES! WE'RE ALL INDIVIDUALS!
moving on... after dinner we went to APT. crappy crowd upstairs. met steph's friends... i think they were on drugs. there was a complete and total disconnect between what was coming out of their mouths, indications of emotion, and the expressions on their faces. they'd be laughing with this grimaced, 'i hate you' expression going. one of them kept alternating between coy looks and this vaguely heiress-esque disconnect... like "oh, how gauche!"
so that was weird. after charles left, i headed downstairs where detroit was partying. found derek plaslaiko guzzling sambuca, dancing to new order, and talking with drag queens... finally, something that makes sense.
we closed out APT, booted onto the sidewalk. detroit wanted to go check out Happy Ending, the club where they'd be doing Untitled on saturday night. we got down there as they were closing. antics on the sidewalk were mildly amusing, but i was pretty much done at that point. i had been up since 5:30. tho, despite my better judgement, i went to karaoke.
people seemed to be having fun, but i was tired... and people were pushy about letting people sing. that's pretty weak. it wasn't that kind of awesome like karaoke with the umich posse. i tried to sleep. i got doused in alcohol... i bailed at 7AM.
saturday started late. hit PS1 with josh. good music this time. great crowd. stalked fairy girls in summer dresses through modern art museums. that's a passion of mine.
met up with ken, went back to williamsburg to get the door-ass, headed out to happy ending.
i'll save you the gory details... this was the awesome i was looking for. it had been two years... 2 LONG YEARS... from michigan to detroit to milan to new york to bari and back... two years since i had been crammed into a tiny hotbox venue with too many people and DIRTY DIRTY music blasting. TOO DAMN LONG.
getting home was a whole lot of blur. i remember the music turning off and watching derek pack up his records. i remember playing 3rd grade games with regina and stealing her hat... she didn't go for it. i remember meeting some girl who looked vaguely like a collegiate-aged j3s and promising her i would get her home safely. i'm pretty sure she did... i paid the cabby before i got out of the car. i think she asked me if i hung out with derek a lot... i think she wanted to know if we were going to bump into one another again. but the cute bartender that i was talking to all night gave me a bunch of free shots after last call and they all pretty much came down as soon as i got in the car and lost control of my own locomotion. so i think my response to bright-eyed j3s-girl was a lot like "MFFFMMMGGRRRBBBLLLSSSNNOOOEEESSSS!!!!" followed by my lurching out of the cab. i may have tripped moving towards the sidewalk. i don't really remember.
sunday sucked. i thought i'd be able to hang on, move about, get on with my day. it took me an hour and a half to shower and put on jeans. that still didn't calm my stomach, so i grabbed some gatorade as we walked towards the subway. that helped, because i guess my stomach had been empty up until that point. i vomitted neon yellow right next to the subway entrance. classy. the bum sitting in the shade of a doorway nearby gave me this look like, "you sorry sonuvabitch". lunch with torie, soho'd again with doris, saw off the LA massif in a car to the airport. represented.
so back to work on monday. it's crazy, but good. i'm getting more responsibility, less bitch work. actually, i'm training somebody to do the bitch work i've been doing. that's good. it's insane that this is my first job, straight out of school. everyone tells me that. a merger, combined with a complete reshuffle of how we outsource IT all at the same time means i never do the same job the same way twice. there's always a different process or procedure. keeps you on your toes, and i seem to be keeping my head above water.
i've got motivation, now. i realized that i actually have the ability to save money, rather than continuously watching my checking balance make this steady ascent towards the next paycheck. so i started saving. and i named this little pile of green "trip to asia"... and i dream about white thai beaches, misty chinese mountains, crazy hong kong streets, and japan... oh, japan.
yeah... did i mention that i went to the republican national convention last night? i don't mean, 'near the republican national convention'. i don't even mean 'i was in a protest at the republican national convention'. i mean i sat in a chair in madison square garden while bill frist and lindsay graham and arnold schwarzennegar and laura bush talked. it was draining. i don't really know what to say about that...
doris and josh came in from cali last wednesday night. wished i could've partied with them wed, thurs... sounded like fun. i bailed. i can't function at work on 3 hours of sleep. everyone wants a piece of my ass and the whole place seems to be coming apart. plugging holes in the damn and juggling chainsaws at the same time. more on that in a bit.
friday was too much. work was piling up, but there was no way to do it. everyone was at the beach. combine that with blue skies and 80 degree weather (hmmm... a lot like today) and i had to say peas the fudge out at lunch time. got home in record time, woke up doris and josh, grabbed lunch, spotted blimps and increased police presence.
the RNC started in new york this week. all the blimps and helicopters in town have been commandeered by the NYPD. they have surveillance and snipers in the air at all times. the snipers are scary... there were some pics in the papers on monday. dudes with serious amounts of kevlar, helmets, blackout shades, strapped in but hanging out 300 feet off the ground... holding machine guns pointing DOWN. if you're in new york and you look up some time this week to see a blimp or a helicopter hovering, wonder quietly to yourself if that hair trigger is aimed at your head right now.
after lunch, we got in the train and went downtown... soho'd and bought some shoes. met up with detroit - johnny o et al. met mike servito and regina for the first time. good people. got beers and warm white wine and french fries. then back to brooklyn for dinner, charles' last night in town. we caught critical mass riding through, down broadway and west on houston, as we were moving towards the subway. 10 minutes at least we watched... there were a lot of pissed drivers. i guess in the end they arrested 250 riders.
dinner was weird. typical japanese fair... which is to say, no sushi. chicken stew and beef stew and i had mackerel in dishwater sauce. the place was actually a bar specializing in 'japanese tapas'... i found that concept hilarious and totally foreign. i guess i'm the only one, tho. walking back to my apartment afterwards i noticed another 'japanese tapas' bar not three blocks away.
CHORUS
YES! WE'RE ALL INDIVIDUALS!
moving on... after dinner we went to APT. crappy crowd upstairs. met steph's friends... i think they were on drugs. there was a complete and total disconnect between what was coming out of their mouths, indications of emotion, and the expressions on their faces. they'd be laughing with this grimaced, 'i hate you' expression going. one of them kept alternating between coy looks and this vaguely heiress-esque disconnect... like "oh, how gauche!"
so that was weird. after charles left, i headed downstairs where detroit was partying. found derek plaslaiko guzzling sambuca, dancing to new order, and talking with drag queens... finally, something that makes sense.
we closed out APT, booted onto the sidewalk. detroit wanted to go check out Happy Ending, the club where they'd be doing Untitled on saturday night. we got down there as they were closing. antics on the sidewalk were mildly amusing, but i was pretty much done at that point. i had been up since 5:30. tho, despite my better judgement, i went to karaoke.
people seemed to be having fun, but i was tired... and people were pushy about letting people sing. that's pretty weak. it wasn't that kind of awesome like karaoke with the umich posse. i tried to sleep. i got doused in alcohol... i bailed at 7AM.
saturday started late. hit PS1 with josh. good music this time. great crowd. stalked fairy girls in summer dresses through modern art museums. that's a passion of mine.
met up with ken, went back to williamsburg to get the door-ass, headed out to happy ending.
i'll save you the gory details... this was the awesome i was looking for. it had been two years... 2 LONG YEARS... from michigan to detroit to milan to new york to bari and back... two years since i had been crammed into a tiny hotbox venue with too many people and DIRTY DIRTY music blasting. TOO DAMN LONG.
getting home was a whole lot of blur. i remember the music turning off and watching derek pack up his records. i remember playing 3rd grade games with regina and stealing her hat... she didn't go for it. i remember meeting some girl who looked vaguely like a collegiate-aged j3s and promising her i would get her home safely. i'm pretty sure she did... i paid the cabby before i got out of the car. i think she asked me if i hung out with derek a lot... i think she wanted to know if we were going to bump into one another again. but the cute bartender that i was talking to all night gave me a bunch of free shots after last call and they all pretty much came down as soon as i got in the car and lost control of my own locomotion. so i think my response to bright-eyed j3s-girl was a lot like "MFFFMMMGGRRRBBBLLLSSSNNOOOEEESSSS!!!!" followed by my lurching out of the cab. i may have tripped moving towards the sidewalk. i don't really remember.
sunday sucked. i thought i'd be able to hang on, move about, get on with my day. it took me an hour and a half to shower and put on jeans. that still didn't calm my stomach, so i grabbed some gatorade as we walked towards the subway. that helped, because i guess my stomach had been empty up until that point. i vomitted neon yellow right next to the subway entrance. classy. the bum sitting in the shade of a doorway nearby gave me this look like, "you sorry sonuvabitch". lunch with torie, soho'd again with doris, saw off the LA massif in a car to the airport. represented.
so back to work on monday. it's crazy, but good. i'm getting more responsibility, less bitch work. actually, i'm training somebody to do the bitch work i've been doing. that's good. it's insane that this is my first job, straight out of school. everyone tells me that. a merger, combined with a complete reshuffle of how we outsource IT all at the same time means i never do the same job the same way twice. there's always a different process or procedure. keeps you on your toes, and i seem to be keeping my head above water.
i've got motivation, now. i realized that i actually have the ability to save money, rather than continuously watching my checking balance make this steady ascent towards the next paycheck. so i started saving. and i named this little pile of green "trip to asia"... and i dream about white thai beaches, misty chinese mountains, crazy hong kong streets, and japan... oh, japan.
yeah... did i mention that i went to the republican national convention last night? i don't mean, 'near the republican national convention'. i don't even mean 'i was in a protest at the republican national convention'. i mean i sat in a chair in madison square garden while bill frist and lindsay graham and arnold schwarzennegar and laura bush talked. it was draining. i don't really know what to say about that...