A rainy NYC night with Target, umbrellas, and vehicular wisdom.

Pride weekend in NYC! W’hoo!

I wobbled but didn’t fall down. Ok, I did fall down but now I’m back up (the Chumbawumba song probably fits the scenario best). Does anyone read these?

I met up with some friends @ the Metropolitan Musuem of Art after work this weekend to get my ass some culture. I’ve lived here for nearly 9yrs and I’ve been to the Met only one other time. How sad is that? But shit, it’s all the way on the Upper East Side and Westsiders like me just don’t wander up to those bitter parts of the city. When they said they were going to check out the new Roman sculptures I was like, “Um, why?” But it turned out to be a nice afternoon. The modern wing was my favorite as always.

Something about the Met is very homey and intimate, despite being so grand and fancy. It’s like walking around a private mansion full of beautiful things you just want to touch. Of all the museums in the city I think it’s my favorite — well, 2nd favorite to the obvious. We had a bite to eat in the museum cafe but I refrained since I’m back on the Cleanse. By the time we got to VYNL I was dying for food and totally broke the Cleanse. After 3 days of not eating, I inhaled everything on my plate. BBQ pork never tasted so good.

My friends and I buried a rusty hatchet recently and I’m really glad we did. It was mostly my own tangled issues. All my neurosis aside they are still the kind of friends who’ll be there when I’m down on my luck, scared about my health, reeling from a breakup, or just in need of encouragement. Still the kind of friends who’lll sit with me on a park bench and hash some shit out till things are all good. We’re roadtripping to West Virginia for a friend’s wedding in July — us, folks who rarely leave our side of the island much less the state of New York — so this will be fun. Beef jerkey and mixed CD’s here we come.

Spent the bulk of my morning trying to avert a crisis @ work. Party of 24, CEO execs, private dinner reservations, couldn’t get a contract back in time, almost lost my hair and my mind over the shit. I hate dealing lazy assistants who I know make three times what I do an hour. Hate cleaning up after them even more, they always wind up looking like stars b/c I do such a damn good job. Took the hotel courtesy car uptown to Harlem afterwork today. I go the ghetto eye doctor on 125th cuz the ladies there love me and always give me discounts. My cuteass new frames were finally ready with proper lenses so now I can rock them, all 9 pairs. Can’t wait to be the most colorful nerd on the subway. Goil knows what I mean.

Been listening to the Spring Awakening soundtrack a lot lately. “Blahblahblahblah… totally fucked!”. They swept the Tony’s last weekend, those kids killed it with that performance. Loved how they’d cover their mouths for the bad words, very cute. I always lie to ppl that I thought it was overrated and RENT-lite, truth is I still haven’t seen it. Maybe I’ll call in a few concierge favors and see if I can sneak a free ticket this weekend.

How much fun is it gonna be having QueerTed as the new judge on Top Chef? I suspect we may have a gay old time.

I finally finished painting my apartment. This project took way too long but I just didn’t want to be finished, since it was originally just a distraction from my breakup. Do you see my true colors shining through? What’s with all the Kermit shades? I was feeling the swampland call. Not easy being green and whatnot. It soothes me.

I actually DO like spending time in my bedroom now.

 




Before. And before.

Walking Tour

It was a rough day.

Here I go crying again. Rough day on me, I let some emotions out. Realities hit me hard today. Rolling with the punches ain’t easy.

The drunken podcast. At last. Me, drunk, alone, talking to folks who ain’t there: a spectacular setback in my ongoing quest to become cool.