Break Out The Duct Tape Listening: Now, just the other night while you were sleeping, I vaguely heard you whisper someone's name. But when I asked you of the thought you were keeping, you just said, "nothing." I'm a man of many wishes, I hope my premonition misses...
The last three years were just pretend And I said, Goodbye to you Goodbye to everything I thought I knew.
Are Anyone Else's Nipple Hard? Listening: Well, don't just stand there. Say nice things to me.
Let me start by saying that the hiatus in my blog wasn't by choice. I spent the bulk of yesterday trying to figure out why the post I wrote in NYC didn't come up. It finally posted today, but only in part, so I decided to scrap it and start over. Hence the late dated blog. *sigh* I hate when stuff like this gives me trouble. I don't have the patience to say, "Oh well..." and I don't have then knowledge to in and fix the bugs. But anyways...
Friday, was an okay day at work. I started using the new spiffy looking error log that I created. Unfortunately Junior made a ton of mistakes that day. Some were his fault, some were not. After work I went home, packed and waited for Ye-ah to get home so that I could go over to his place to cook. Luckily, earlier in the day, The Violent One told me that she would be willing to take me Chinatown to catch the bus to NYC and that I could leave all of my gear at home and we would swing by my place on the way. It was nice of her to offer that.
Once I got word that Ye-ah was home, I headed off to the grocery store with holiday gifts in hand for the OMG clan (OMG, Bombadier and Silent Lush) and Chocoholic to buy ingredients for Hitipi and a couple of bottles of tonic for the Tanqueray Ten that Ye-ah had purchased. By the time I had gottwn there, my face was frozen and my hands hurt from carrying all of the shiznit. Chilled with Ye-ah for a bit before Stringbean and Little got there. I was a pleasant guy. I wasn't overly rude. I addressed her. I responded to her questions. I was civil. * I am currently wrenching my arm to pay myself on the back.* I chatted with Stringbean as I made the Hitipi. Soon after that, The Violent One showed up followed by Anti-Scott and her entire house. Earlier Totoro and Glare called telling us that they were circling looking for parking. They showed up followed by Booch and the guy she's seeing. I had a really nice rapport with one of Anti-Scott's roomies. It was nice. She was nice, but not too nice.
By the time OMG and her crew got there, it was just about time for me to leave. I distributed gifts to them. I got a Tribe Called Quest disc and MD from Bombadier. I was psyched. But, alas, I had to go. It was off to NYC with me. So The Violent One and I jumped in the car, we swung by my place to pick up my gear, and headed off to Chinatown. I almost didn't get to the bus, though. I went to get out of the car only to be stopped by the seatbelt. Yeah... It was a graceful moment.
Anyways, I left on the last bus out of Chinatown and figured, since we were stopping at Mohegan Sun, I figured it would take more than five hours to get to NYC. I was wrong. I ended up getting there at half past three in the morning. PJ was crashing out at one of his pal's places, because he was taking her to the airport. So he went from midtown to Chinatown at three thirty in the morning to pick my lame ass up. We get back to his pal's midtown apartment at around half past four and crash out for an hour before we have to take his pal to the airport. Let me just tell you that this chica's apartment is frikkin FREEZING! We're talking about balls retracting, nipple hardening, skin goosebumping, toes hurting, waiting to see a tauntaun and a wampa kind of freezing. I could see my breath and was expecting to have a kid pop out of nowhere only to say, "I see dead people..."
So, we get up at a quarter to six, PJ makes pancakes in a pan that's too deep for making pancakes, but it's all that this girl has. I play with the almost virgin magnectic poetry on her fridge (such a shame that it hadn't been given the love). PJ's pal goes and takes a shower. She's nice, pleasant. This chica is PJ's pal from college. She's an overall cool person and has a Tare Panda suitcase which makes her that much cooler. By the time we drop this girl off at the airport, it's somewhere around ten to seven. PJ is marvelling at the fact that we caught every green light and made it from midtown to LaGuardia in just under twenty minutes. Crazy.
From there, we kick it back to PJ's pad in Queens. It resides above one market and next to another. I always get the urge to go and buy something, but then again, the black bananas (or things that look like black shriveled bananas) displayed in the front of the store kind of detour me. We mull around for about an hour before the DDR comes out. Eight in the morning and we're playing DDR. Rather, PJ is playing DDR and I'm making a complete and utter fool of myself. I'm just not good at the game. After that, we crash our for an hour and a half or so before heading into town.
Saturday, we walked all over the freakin' place. We started in SoHo, walked through NoHo to the East Village to the West Village to Union Square and then back down to SoHo. We met another one of PJ's pals from college and a couple of her friends for dinner at a sushi place called Yama in SoHo. PJ's pal seemed nice enough, but her girl friend seemed a little odd. I didn't quite "get" her. I kinda felt like I was getting strange looks from one or both of them at different times. I guess it didn't help that I was wearing my "PIE!" sweatshirt. The thing, I guess, that bugged me was that the two of them kept speaking to each other in Mandarin. Granted, I speak and understand a bit of Mandarin, but it was clear that we were in mixed company and that not everyone understood. I guess I kind of considered it rude. I could understand if they didn't speak proper English or if they were so new to the English language that they needed help. I really could be understanding and patient with that, but that was not the case. There are a lot of broad generalizations that I could make, but I don't really want to. They invited PJ and I out for drinks after dinner, but PJ declined. We were both pretty tapped out and needed to go back to his place to sleep. However, I wonder if they would have kept speaking Mandarin if I would have stayed out drinking with them and got to know them better. Would it have irked me less? So in a nutshell, if you have the ability, you should speak the common language, if you're not so good with the common language, everyone else should be patient. Neither of those things happened.
So we go back to PJ's place and eventually crash out. PJ had a football game early in the morning and I stayed crashed out until he got back. Now, PJ is kind of a homebody. He'll admit it. He was tired from the lack of sleep compounded with the walking and the football, so he kinda wanted to stay home. I decided that I still wanted to go into the city. I ended up leaving the apartment ata rounf half past one. By two thirty, after going east instead of west towards Central park, I got to the Met. As I arrived on the steps, paramedics were taking away a guy on a stretcher. If I had to guess, I would have guessed that the man had a heart attack and caught it quick enough to get an ambulance. But who knows? Just my luck, as I walk into the Met, I notice they they're having a special Genghis Khan exhibit with art from the eras and empires of his and his grandchildren (including Kubalai Khan). No I needed to be back in SoHo before a store closed, so I really only had an hour or hour and a half to look through the museum. That was kind of disappointing. I managed to go through the armory, see some of the photographs and prints and also rushed through the Genghis Khan exhibit. A funny thing happened to me there, though. I was in the entryway or introduction room of the exhibit hall with the Genghis Khan exhibit when I hear, "Jason." Now, keep in mind, I'm by myself. I don't know anyone else really running around the city. I choose to ignore someone calling my name, because I have such a common name. I hear it again, "Jason" and I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around and it's Hulk. Hulk? Hulk. It was such a random chance encounter. He knew that I was going to be in NYC. I had no clue that he was going to there. Further more, we were both in the Met at the same time. The Met is a big place, so it was even more a coincidence that we were going into the same exhibit at the same time. Crazy. Absolutely crazy.
Anyways, I pretty much ran through the Met and at around four o'clock, I headed off to SoHo. PJ also doesn't drink coffee (or alcohol for that matter) so I was jonesing for a cup of coffee something fierce. I look up two corners and see a Starbucks. Aww, shit. It's funny. You can't walk two steps in Boston without seeing a Dunkin or another coffee place that's not Starbucks. It seems like the only coffee provider thet NYC has is Starbucks. Just as I'm thinkin' "Awww, shit!" I see a woman pop out of a store with a cup of coffee. It's a li'l mom and pop coffee place! Sweet! I go in and get myself a medium with cream and sugar. Now the woman who had been leaving when I had gone in, had come back in and was kind of psycho. The only words that come to mind over this is "chemical imbalance." It seemed pretty clear that she was either fuct in the head or was riding high off of something to the point of being strung out and saying some really dumb things like, "cream and sugar? I've enver heard of that being done... Why don't you get the liquid sugar... the L.S. That's what we'll call it... L.S." I had half the mind to say, "just add a "D" and we'll have what you're on!" I restranied myself though.
The reason that I had to get down to SoHo was that on our way out of the city the night before, I saw a G-Shock store. Earlier in the day, I called them and asked if they carried any of the BPM (Beats Per Minute) counting watches and they said that they did. So, of course, I had to check it out. Being that it was strictly a G-Shock store and that it was in NYC, I expected the prices to be high and to be walking out of the store with nothing. How wrong was I. They only had one model of BPM watch left and it was a G-Cool "Punk Rock" model. To tell you the truth, it looked pretty cool. The only questionable things about the watch was #1) the inside of the leather watch band was a strange red plaid and #2) the watch didn't flash when counting the BPM. I asked how much it was, since it was in the sale case. He told me thirty nine dollars. I asked him, "A hundred and thirty nine?" "No," he replied, "Just thirty nine." What a steal it was! So I bought it. It was a fantastic purchase. The original price on it was a hundred and forty and I got it for thirty nine! Amazing! I am such a bargain shopper.
After getting my watch, I did some more shopping. I exchanged a pair of pants for PJ, got a b-day gift for Ye-ah, looked for a holiday gift for Glare and Totoro (I'll be damned if I don't find something for two of my best friends in the world... I just don't know what yet), and went to Canal Jeans, which was going out of business. They had UFOs for as cheap as twenty dollars, but I didn't like any of the ones they had in my size. If I could wear a large or extra large, I would have bought at least five pairs. If I would have known other people's sizes, I would have bought all of my friends UFOs. But alas, I didn't and besides, the checkout line was way too long.
After I had finished I had finished, I called PJ up because there was a possibility that he and a person to be named later in the blog might have to come into town. If they were coming into town, there's no point in my going back to Queens just to come back in. It turned out that he wasn't coming into the city, so I hopped the subway (which I figured out with the help of a free MTA map) back to Queens. When I got there, my arch nemesis from high school was there. He didn't seem nearly as obnoxious as he did back in high school. I hated this kid. HATED. I don't know what it was. We had all of the same friends. I think if I had to describe why, I wouldhave to say that it was just territorial pissing. Anyways he and PJ were watching football. I sat down and watched for a while too. Made some pleasant conversation. However, the Arch Nemesis didn't stay for much longer after I got there. Apparently he had to work the next day at six in the morning. Unfortunate for anyone. So PJ left to talk on the phone with his girlfriend while I watched the end of the Raiders/Titans game and an Alias rerun. when he got back we chilled, chatted and played some Bond on the PS2.
At two in the morning, we decide to go to a diner. Actually, I had suggested it earlier in the night so we did it. We got there and it's definitely a diner, but not a stereotypical diner. It's a little more private than a regular diner. To me, diners seem a whole lot more open as far as other customers' access to you and vice versa. This place had booths and tables that were kind of isolated. I ordered a strawberry milkshake, PJ ordered vanilla. I ordered homefries and PJ ordered regular fries. The best part about the place was that there were individual jukeboxes at every booth. I couldn't resist. I put in two dollars and got six plays. Unfortunately, only five of those plays were really mine. I don't know what happened to the sixth. They were as follows: Frank Sinatra's I've Got You Under My Skin, Feels Like Fire by Santana featuring Dido, Queen's Crazzy Little Thing Called Love, Summertime by DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince and The Roots featuring Erykah Badu doing You Got Me. It was a nice set. I had this rather attractive black chick with glasses boppin' at a booth perpendicular to ours and PJ was laughing his ass of at these two chicks in a booth behind me. It was fantastic. And that was the end of the night there. Went back to his place and caught some z's.
The next morning, we had planned to get up around half past ten. It didn't happen. I slept until half past one. The only thing we did on monday before I left was get some grub in Flushing and chat a bunch. I asked him a bunch about his girlfriend and he tried to figure out why I can't seem to find one. I think during this conversation that we had, it made me really realize that not only do I not have time for a girlfriend, but I don't really need one either. I have a lot of stuff going on in my life. I have a lot of people I keep up friendships and relationships with that I just don't have time for someone who wants to take up more than two nights of my week. It's just impossible. You might say, well, wouldn't you want to reprioritize your time for a girl you really dig? The answer is yes, but I have yet to find a girl I dig enough for me to want to rearrange my schedule for her. And furthermore, I don't want to distrupt my life right now to go out in search of a girl that I want to make me rearrange my schedule. How about that? I like being able to schedule time with all of my friends. I like going out and doing the things that I like to do. I don't want someone to fuck with that.
In the same right, I wouldn't want someone who did everything that I did. If I did meet someone I wanted to get down with who did all of the stuff that I did in the same hardcore way and things were to go sour, it would probably sour those activities for me. This is why it is so important for any person that I would possibly date to have her own life and her own interests outside of things that I did. I don't know. I'm just not really looking for someone to share my world with beyond my friends. I'm not looking for someone to encroach upon my space.
So I hopped on the bus at a quarter past seven and ended up in Boston a bit before midnight. I was home and unpacked by one and asleep by half past one. Pretty good time though.
Yesterday was interesting. I had a lot of frustrating things going on and a lot of anticipation building as well. First off, I couldn't get my blog to work... I was working all day on fixing it and I couldn't figure it out. It was absolutely insane. It bugged the hell out of me. Second, I spent a large chunk of time lecturing The Violent One on not eliminating someone from the dating pool because they're "too short." That was perhaps the most frustrating part of my day. It just didn't seem like she "got it." When the first thing that comes out of your mouth about a potential person to date is that they're too short, you're way too shallow. I don't expect most people to feel the same way I do, but I just expect more out of my friends than to dismiss someone just because they're short. I don't know why, exactly, but I took it really personally and continued to shovel shit all over her for this. I realize it was rather unfair, but I think it needed to be done. I think it needs to be done to everyone. I'm not going to say that I have no predjudices. I just happen to take this one to heart. Really to heart. If you know me, you know why.
Yesterday night, I met up with Glare and OC Girl to go to the Caliterra in the Wyndham Hotel downtown for a pre fixe dinner with a chef from Italy. See OC Girl's friend from college is studying to be a chef in Italy and worked with the chef that came to Boston. The chef's name is Benedetta Vitali. When we walked in and saw the menu, we thought we had to choose. Luckily there was a tasting menu, which the three of us opted for. The menu was as follows:
Appetizer Pate di Fegato (Chicken Liver Pate) Bruschetta con Cardi (Bruschetta with Cardoons) First Course Ribollita (Tuscan Winter Soup) Tagliatelle al Sugo di Anatra (Tagliatelle with Duck Ragout) Second Course Arista al Forno con Cipolline in Agrodolce (Roasted Pork Loin with Sweet and Sour Baby Onions) Inzimino di Calamari (Tuscan Squid Stew) Sides/Accompaniments Peperonata (Sauteed Sweet Peppers) Fagioli Bianichi Saltati con Cavolo Nero (CanneliniBeans with Black Cabbage) Dessert Bonnet (Amaretto Custard)
The meal was absolutely delicious. The conversation was fantastic. OC Girl and Glare really seemed to have hit it off. I would have hated to have seen what would have happened if the two of them hadn't gotten along. Although, I don't think I can see either of them not getting along with someone. I can see them grinning and bearing it, but not outright not getting along with someone. They are both too nice for that. Before the meal, we met Benedetta and she came over to our table periodically. It was really nice. It was even as if we were getting special attention from her. It kind of made me feel like a V.I.P.. OC Girl brought cookies for Benedetta as well. I don't know too many people who would have done that. It was a really nice gesture. If I had to pick a favorite, I would have had to say that it was either the duck ragout or the winter stew. I think the three of us are on the hunt for that winter stew recipe. The first one to find it really wins.
Last night, the cold was insane. I don't know how I actually made it home without freezing my ass off. It was crazy. the wind would blow and it would just cut right through you. It hurt my face and my ears. It goes beyond cold. It goes to the point of going all of the way around the spectrum from cold to freezing to scortching hot because it is so cold.
Anyways, I have to go. I got my My So-Called Life box set today. I'm pretty psyched. Yay! Going home. I hope I don't freeze on the way home. If I do, thaw me in the spring.
Late Night Blog Listening: Cause we are so young now, we are so young, so young now...
Sorry, I didn't have time to blog today. I catually didn't think I was gonna blog, but a rather stupid turn of events led to me coming to MIT to blog. See, after work and after dinner, I thought to myself, "Hmm... should I go to the gym today, since I won't have time to until next thursday, or should I go swing dancing at MIT?" I decided on going to MIT. The funny thing is that today is Thursday. Dancing at MIT is on Wednesday. I went to the student center, up to the second floor and noticed A) there's no music and B) no one dancing. I thought I was early. But then after mulling around for a bit and going to watch this little Azn chica in a cobalt blue dress and baby blue house slippers (that looked like ballet slippers) bounce around like a pro on the DDR machine, I realized that it was in fact Thursday and not Wednesday. I am an idiot. I am a huge, absent minded idiot. This is what happens when you leave me to plan things. Either things work out fantastic or things go strangely awry. Funny, huh? Laugh it up, fuzzball.
Anyways, there are two reasons that I didn't have time to blog at work today. First of all, I spent the bulk of my day searching online for a G-Shock BPM watch. Yah. A G-Shock watch that has a BPM counter included in its functions. I searched EVERYWHERE. I don't think they sell it in the United States. Well, I think, maybe I saw one but it was pretty freakin' lame. I saw a couple on some Japanese sites that Junior helped me read, but they could only be bought and shipped in Japan. I was thinking that I could send Japanaphile or The Violent One's mother a check and they could buy it for me. I found the most awesome BPM watch in Australia, however it was $325 (plus shipping and handling). I am NOT going to pay that much for it. I was thinking anywhere between $100 and $175. It was ridiculous. I am obsessed. I just spent fifteen minutes looking again after I wrote that last sentence. Ridiculous. Obsessed.
The other thing I was that I was creating a worksheet for fuck-ups basically. Who had to have their cash statements revised for what and whose fault was it? It also includes who sent their cash statements late and why. It's basically to bust people's balls. It's to keep the PAs in line. They slack off so much that I can't get all of my shit done, so we're gonna keep a log of it all. This is to justify why they won't get raises when it comes around to review time. I realize that this makes me sound like an asshole, but it kind of keeps them from walking all over me. Anyways, this spreadsheet is all pretty and stuff. SCUBA actually asked me to make a simple sheet. I asked him if I could have some fun with it and he said whatever. So I went and I added in all of these pulldown menus and stuff. It was pretty cool. I showed him and he was amazed. It was as if he didn't know how to work Excel or anything. Oh well.
After work today, I went to the Galleria in search of new pants. See I have this habit of buying pants that don't fit quite right. I'm attempting to break this streak. I used to think that if it was my size according to the numbers, it would fit. Alas, no. I also used to think that if I tried it on and it fit without my wallet, it would also fit with my wallet. Alas, no. Initially I was going to go to Express Men, because I had walked into an Express Men with Raver Girl and her boy when they were up and they were having a killer sale. That was in the Newbury Street store. I went to the one in the Galleria and it had nothing. It was downright pathetic. Then again, I am a bargain shopper, so it could have been a total score for someone who wanted to shell out the bucks. On a whim, I decided to hit up Gap. Now they were having a sale. I walked out with a pair of khakis, a pair of casual black pants and a pair of jeans (all wallet tested and without question that they wouldn't cramp the crack). I know that I'm a 31"X28". I know this. All of the "loose fit" and "wide leg" pants in those measurements fit. I try "boot cut" or "relaxed fit" and I can barely get the waist up over my ass, and when I do, not only does it crowd the ass, but it crowds the boys as well. Jeezus. I don't think I'll ever fit into anything that's "boot cut" or "relaxed fit." I gotta say, my boys weren't all that "relaxed" in the "relaxed fit" jeans. Maybe this is all leftover from my childhood as a "husky" (chubby) kid. Who knows? All I know is that I walked out of the Gap with three pairs of pants for forty dollars. Who's the big winner here? ZEN!!! ZEN!!! is the big winner.
Anyways, tomorrow is Friday. There is gonna be a potluck at Ye-ah's place for his b-day. I still have to find the man a gift. I am clueless as to what to get him. I want to lean towards the practical side, but I don't know what exactly he needs. I am also going to NYC tomorrow to visit PJ. I'm taking the last bus out of Chinatown at eleven thirty. I should arrive in NYC at around five o'clock in the morning. I hope I can sleep all of that way on the bus. I hope I don't have to piss while on the bus, because the bus is really a van. I hope I have enough room to stretch out too. Anyways, the bus to NYC is a good excuse to leave the party. I can see the situation not being too cool seeing as (I promised myself that I wouldn't talk about her, but I'm breaking that promise) Little will be there. She's in town for a month and I'm in town for the entire rest of the time. I'll go away for my own sanity and so I don't have to pretend to be nice. I hate being fake nice. I would rather ignore you or punch you in the face than be superficially nice to someone.
Oh, I'd like to get something straight. To anyone who has heard Booch tell the Kazaa story: The way she tells the story makes me sound much more idiotic than the way it actually went down. I told her that I would lend her a CD. She said, "No need. I have Kazaa." And I said, "What the hell is that? Some sort of Jewish Holiday?" I did not ask her if she was Jewish. So. That is that. HA! And I know that Kazaa isn't a Jewish holiday, it's that African-American holiday that comes around the time of Christmas. Heh heh heh. Tell me that you know that I am joking.
Well, it's five past eleven and I am going to go home. Tomorrow, I have the crunch. Right after work, I have to go get Ye-ah a birthday gift, go the the grocery store to buy ingredients for hitipi, wrap the present for Ye-ah, pack for NYC, get all of the shit together and go to Ye-ah's place before I have to run off to NYC. It'll totally be a crunch. I wonder if The Violent One will give me a ride either to Ye-ah's place or to Chinatown. It could all suck pretty badly if not everything goes well. In addition, I have some people's holiday gifts in my room and some of them will be at Ye-ah's little shindig. So... going to go home. If I don't blog tomorrow, you know why. I'll try to hit y'all up from NYC though. Maybe I'll get PJ to lend me his digicam to post some pics of me in NYC. Til then...
So... Life has been rather busy... ish. Interesting developments at work. There are people moving around. I, however, am not. Junior is going to another group and FOP (Falls On Pavement - haven't heard that name mentioned here for a while) will be coming over. Hopefully, she'll be getting a promotion along with it. Today was paydown day and all paydown days pretty much suck. They make me want to beat people with my phone receiver and hurl pennies at computer monitors. It sucks. Mofugga. I cut a few corners today, but everything worked out fine in the end.
In other news, OC Girl is trying to get some people to go to this Chef's dinner next Tuesday and asked me if I knew anyone who would be interested in going. Let me tell you, I know millions upon millions of foodies, and barely one got back to me. Rat bastards. I hate that shit. So as of now, I think it'll be myself, Glare and OC Girl. Should be wikkid cool. I wonder how much I'm gonna have to dress up. if it's a super nice affair, I'll wear my suit. If it's an okay nice affair, I'll wear a nice shirt and a nice pair of pants. I'm psyched! An authentic high class Tuscan meal. WHEEE!!!
Monday was an interesting night... I did laundry. Since the grandparents were home, they wanted me to eat dinner right at six o'clock. This meant that I couldn't start my laundry at the laundrymat until seven or so. This also meant that I would probably be the last bastard in there. So, to my dismay, I found out that the dryer didn't dry my towels, socks and drawls as well as I would have like them to have been dried. So I have had my socks and drawls on the radiator for the past two days. I've actually finished drying teh socks and now it's all about the drawls. On the upside, it's wikkid nice to put on a pair of socks and drawls that have been sitting on the radiator overnight after a nice hot shower and a quick jaunt through the cold morning air. Warm socks rule. Once I saw a TV show where a kid nuked his socks. I wonder if that would work.
Anyways, I have to go. I have to go home, grab some CDs to bring to Booch's place to burn Rebound Girl's workout mix, go to the grocery store to pick up some food, go to the liquor store to pick up some booze, and then trek to Booch's place. It's a quareter past four now. I have to be at her place at a quarter past six. Can I make it? I'll sure as hell try.
It's half past four. I wnt to go home. I am going home. Trying to decide whether to go to NYC or not this weekend. Deciding how long I'm gonna spend at Ye-ah's b-day potluck. Deciding what to put on a mix. Life is complicated. *sigh* Interesting, tiring, but interesting nonetheless. Wanna go home. Going home then.
They're Back... Listening: However do you want me? However do you need me?
This weekend was kind of okay. You know. A good time, but not the best I've ever had. I think it would go up in the "Pretty Okay" column.
Friday night I went to see Digweed at Avalon. I had about seven people with me. Booch was sick, so she had to bail. Unfortunate. There were a ton of people there. I was hoping that it would be empty like it was from Carl Cox. No such luck though. I have to say that I think I'm getting old. I can't quite dance as long as I used to be able to. My knees start to hurt and my legs got a little stiff. I have a feeling, though, that if I had more space to dance and stretch out, I could have danced for much longer periods of time.
Saturday, I woke up reeking of smoke at ten in the morning, showered, had some snacks, and waited for Raver Girl and her man to show up. They showed up around one-ish. We went to the S&S in Inman Square for brunch then headed downtown for some shopping. I came out of the excursion with a CD for me (Orbital - Back To Mine), a CD for Rebound Girl, a gift for Anti-Scott and I think that's abuot it. we had dinner at the Otherside Cosmic Cafe and then she went home. Her boy was mad cool. Funny, funny guy. Unfortunately due to obligations the following day, Raver Girl and her man... we'll call him Banana Boy, had to go home that night.
So they dropped me off at Anti-Scott's place before heading out. The shindig at Anti-Scott's place was kinda cool. Ye-ah was there and I spent most of the time socializing with him. Anti-Scot had a friend from Oberlin there who was freakin' smokin'. I think she's engaged though. It's unfortunate as well. I drank some Ten and Tonic. Danced around a bit. Chilled out a bit. I left around one thirty or two o'clock. I caught a cab home, despite Anti-Scott's roomies insisting that they drive me. Anti-Scott's pinoy roomie is kinda cool. She reminds me a lot of II Smooth's sister. Very cool girl.
Sunday, all I did was go out and get some Chinese groceries, have lunch/dinner (linner) with Boochie and The Violent One (Ye-ah was there by default. He was working), and then went home to watch TV with my grandparents for the rest of the night.
Anyways, it's five o'clock. I have to bust outta here. Laundry to do tonite. *sigh* Will it ever end? Til the next time...
Ricky "The Steamboat" Wong Listening:You gota say... you gotta say yes yes yes...
It's friday! It's friday! I'm not tired! It's friday. Tonite, Digweed. Tomorrow, Raver Girl and Anti-Scott's b-day party. Sunday, Grandparents back. Today at work was interesting. I'll get into details at a later time.
It has been nice. I tuned into the Ministry of Sound internet radio station and it's been keepin me mildly upbeat all day. Something about good electronica and girls with British accents that make me happy. *shrug* I can't wait to go see Digweed. I think I really just need to rock out. I haven't rocked out in quite a while.
In other news, I have to explain the title of the blog. See a guy at work and I were talking about the professional wrestler from the eighties called Ricky "The Dragon" Steamboat. I asked, "What kind of Asian name is 'Steamboat'?" He replied, "C'mon... do you really think the name Ricky 'The Dragon' Wong sounds any good?" I foudn it amusing.
I didn't get my hair cut last night, so I'm gonna do it today. I did, however go to the gym. I had a mediocre workout, butI really felt I needed to do it. It was cool. Two of the three attractive chicas that I see there on a regular basis were there. *sigh* One of them has a crazy cute face and the other one has the crazy toned body. It would be something to put the two together and make one person.
Anyways, it's about time to go home. I have things to do and baggy pants to pick out. Cool? Hope to see y'all at Avalon!
The Tiredness Continues Listening: *Deep and sexy house*
Well, my tired spree continues. Last night after having dinner with Booch, I opted to just go home and veg. *sigh* What's happening to me? Damned if I know. I think tonite I'm gonna force myself to go to the gym. I'm gonna get a haircut (because I know that the haircut place closes first) and then I'm going to the gym. I'll have dinner somewhere in there. I don't know where yet though.
Tomorrow is Digweed. ZEN!!! gets to go to church. Yay. I'm not Catholic Alterboy, but I will get my groove on. It's time to go. Yes it is. I need to get my hair cut before it gets too late. So, tschuss.
I'd Dig Some Weed. Listening: Drugs, Rock & Roll, Bad Ass, Vegas Hoes, Late Nights, Booty Calls... Shiny disco balls!
Last night was relaxing, but I still feel a bit tired. I don't know what to do about it. I'm gonna go to the gym tonite. Maybe that will energize me. I won't have my MD with me though. That'll be unfortunate, especially if they have the freakin' classic rock station on again. It wasn't even good classic rock. It was trash really.
Speaking of music, this week is killin' me so far. I've been out of my mind on the ways to and from work. All I do is stand there. I don't bob. I don't sing to myself. I don't try to figure out if the soundtrack fits the scene. It's thoroughly depressing, but I'm pusing myself to do this for a week so I can say that I could do it. Dumb, huh?
Anyways, I'm already getting psyched up for this weekend. This Friday, Digweed is playing at Avalon and it's free before eleven o'clock. A bunch of people are going. Saturday, I think Raver Girl and her man are coming up to visit. Anti-Scott is having a b-day shindig. I guess all Sunday I'll be cleaning for the grandparents' return. I'm thrilled. Really, I am.
I almost called into work today. I was sooooo tired. I had the phone in my hand twice this morning before I went to work. I wanted so badly to call in, but my conscience and stuff on my desk got the better of me. Damn me and my conscience.
Hmmm.. Is That The Couch I Hear Calling Me? Listening: These could be our golden days...
I'm really tired today. I wanna go to sleep. I don't think I'm going to the gym today. I think I'm gonna veg all night long. Tired. Sleepy. Have stack of borrowed DVDs. Time to go.
The Sound Of No Music Listening: Hello darkness, my old friend. I've come to talk with you again...
Yesterday, I was walking towards the T from my house. I was halfway there when my discman blinked out on me. I looked at the jog-dial and it read "Lowbatt." Mofugga. Since my discman uses gumstick batteries, I couldn't very well just go an buy more, and I didn't have my AA battery adaptor with me either, so I was faced with a choice. I could walk back home and get my adaptor or my MD player or I could continue on without music. I sucked it up and went without music.
I've been meaning to do this for a long while, well, maybe a couple of weeks or so. I have acknowledged the fact that music for me is not only a strength that I have, but a crutch I lean on as well. I often walk around insulated from the world because I have my headphones in. To an extent, it keeps me from interacting with the world. I withdraw into my headphones and don't even think about saying anything to anyone. So, for this week, on my commutes, at the gym, there will be no headphones. I will not insulate myself this week.
I don't know what I expect to happen. I still have the fear of being sketchy, so I don't know if I'll talk to anyone in particular. Maybe I'll talk to one of the cute girls at my gym. Maybe I'll talk to someone on the train. Maybe I'll overhear interesting conversations about produce that two people may be having as they are walking around downtown. Maybe my ears will produce less wax. Heh. I bet you wanted to hear that. I don't know. But I'm going to stick it out for a week. I hope I don't die or go through withdrawl symptoms. That would be unfortunate.
Another thing I can't do without my headphones is pretend to not hear people that I want to ignore. I had to say "Sorry, I ain't got none," to several pan-handlers yesterday. I hate doing that, because I know that I'm probably so much better off than they are and I could probably afford a bit here and there. I just don't want to. I'm slime. I know it. At least I don't pretend not to be slime. I actually got sick of saying, "Sorry, I ain't got none," so I gave a dude my change after I came out of CVS. It wasn't even twenty five cents worth, but hey, it was my change.
Anyways, this is what happened this weekend. Friday night it was raining like a mutha. Regardless I went out to Shutterbug's going away party. She's going to southeast Asia for a couple of months. She'll be back for the start of dragon boat season. No worries. I drank gin and tonic. Damn I love that stuff. I listened and danced to crappy music. It was an alright evening. On the way to Jillian's, I stopped at Virgin Megastore on Newbury and saw that there is a My So-Called Life box set with all of the episodes on it. I was psyched until I saw it was like ninety dollars. I just found it on half.com for half the price. It was like fifty dollars. I may have to purchase it.
Saturday I was planning on playing beer die with some friends, but that kinda fell apart. Ended up drinking and eating pizza with Ye-ah and Anti-Scott. Earlier in the day, I met up with Barbie, who had been in town for the past two weeks, when I was out of town or busy.
Sunday I lounged a bit, shopped a bit and then cooked dinner for The Violent One and watched a little tele and chatted. That was my weekend. Today was relaxed. No Mumbles. He has a cold. Yay. Anyways, I gots to go. To the gym, tonite, I believe. Maybe I'll talk to one of the cuties that I see there. Who knows?
5...4...3...2...1... Happy New Year... Listening: I'm giving up my vices. I'm going back, back to school......I think I should be laughing,yet I forget, forget how to begin. I'm feeling something inside and yet I still can't decide, if I should hide or make a wide open grin. Last week I wanted just to disappear. My life was dust, but now it just may be a happy new year, a happy new year.
It's been a long December and there's reason to believe, maybe this year will be better than the last. That's what I'm hoping anyways. It was a fun New Years. I worked most of the day. I got out a half hour early to run errands before I went out on the town. It was an okay workday, since Mumbles wasn't there, but there were four trades that had been failing for the entire time that I was out on vacation and no one bothered to look into them. It was unfortunate. I thought I wasn't going to have to do damage control. Alas, no.
Following work, I went to buy a couple of bottles of champagne. I know dick about champagne, so I asked SCUBA and Junior. Junior recommended a brand called Tosti and SCUBA recommended a brand called Martini & Rossi. I couldn't find the Tosti, but I found the Martini & Rossi and bought two bottles of that at a surprisingly reasonable fifteen bucks a pop.
On the way home, Giggles and No Legs called and said that they would be unable to attend the festivities due to Giggles' encounter with a Norwalk-esque virus. Bleh! It's okay. I didn't hold it against him. Anyone violently vomiting gets a "Get Out Of Jail Free" pass.
I got home at around half past four and immediately began cooking myself a quick dinner. Ground beef with preserved vegies and some rice. Nice, easy, quick. Not quick enough. While the stuff was cooking, I was ironing as well. I don't know what my problem is, but it seems like every white dress shirt that I own becomes stained. I pick out my one crisp white dress shirt only to find out there is a stain on the pocket and a stain on the sleeve near the cuff. I must be some sort of slob. So, I called Booch up to get a fashion consultation. I had this royal blue Perry Ellis Portfolio dress shirt that I wasn't sure would look right underneath my black suit. She said it didn't really matter, because she'd hang out with me even if I did look like a dork. I sighed, looked at the pairing again, and ironed up the blue shirt. By the time I had eaten, changed, re-did my spikey hair and walked out the door it was a ferw minutes past six. I was supposed to be at Booch's at six. It's okay. I was on Asian Standard Time.
On my way up Cambridge, I tried desperately to catch a cab, but none of them would stop. I caught one at an intersection and knocked on the window to see if he was up for a fare. Nope. He wasn't so I treked my ass up to Inman on foot in stiff wingtips. I stopped for a second outside the window to S&S Deli where Ye-ah was working. I didn't see him, though. It was unfortunate. I think I got to Booch's place at half past six and to the T at around seven. Hulk was meeting us for a drink before we were to go to Glare and Totoro's place for a little soiree.
We wanted to go to the Blue Cat Cafe on Mass Ave near Newbury, but it was closed for a private party. Since that option was closed down, Booch suggested that we go to the Capital Grille on Newbury. I hadn't thought of that place as an option, but I thought, hell, why not? When we entered, there was a small crowd of people at the host stand. Booch quickly squeezed in and asked if we could just go hang out at the bar and the host said we could if we could find room. We found a nice cozy corner, ordered drinks and scoped the crowd.
Let me draw you a picture of the scene. I was in a black, three-button Jones New York suit, a dark royal blue shirt and a silvery black DKNY necktie. Booch was wearing a little black camisol and these kickin' black pants with a slit up the front of one leg and a slit up the back of the other that she got from Bebe. Hulk was wearing a nice button down shirt and some blue slacks. I was feelin' a little upscale that night. As much as I hate getting dressed up, there are some nights I really welcome it. I think that night I looked like the money and if I thought I had any shot at any time, I would have taken it dressed like that. The people in the Capital Grille ranged in age from my my age to the geriatric. The range in attire was just as wide. There were people in tuxes and people in jeans. I'd say that I was middle of the road to a little above average. There were a number of beautiful women in the room. Two in particular. One was a white chick in .... I think it was a black dress, because her more conventionally hot friend was wearing red. Anyways, she had a pretty face and her hair was cool too. She ahd naturally curly hair, not to the point where it looks unmanagable, but loose curls. She had bunch of hair next to each temple twisted and brought back to the back of her head holding the rest of her hair out of her face. The other girl was just a drop dead gorgeous azn chica.
Anyways, we get there, order drinks, Ten and tonic for Booch and I, a Manhattan for Hulk. We then decide that we want a snack and a cigar. We get another round, some steak tartare, some smoked salmon, and a cigar. The cigar is smooth. It was really very nice. We ordered another cigar to go, and was out of the Capital Grille by a quarter to nine.
By the time we had gotten to Glare and Totoro's place it was a quarter past ten. We didn't see any lights on in the living room, so I was a little nervous. I hoped that OMG, Bombadier and Silent Lush had gotten there. But when we went in, we were the first to arrive. I felt soooo bad. It was insane. I thought that we would be the last ones there and everyone would be good and snookered by the time we walked in the door. But no. I think OMG, Bombadier and Silent Lush got there at a quarter to eleven. It gave me, Booch, Glare and Totoro a chance to chat a bit and get even more alcohol in us.
At eleven, Ye-ah called us and told us that he had just gotten off of work and was wondering if he should make the trip out to Quincy. I told him that he should. It was a forty-five minute T ride and if he hurried, he would get to the house just before midnight. So he bolted off. When it came upon midnight, Silent Lush opened the apartment door hoping that Ye-ah was out there. Five... Four... Three... Two... One... Happy New Year! No Ye-ah. Two seconds later. *knock knock knock* It's Ye-ah. He got there just in time to celebrate Western Mass' New Year. It was cool. After that, we drank some more, smoked the cigar I bought at the Capital Grille and chilled out as we watched a Robin Williams standup video. It was aiight. I fell asleep during the video. Musta been the champagne.
By the time Booch had responsibly driven Ye-ah and I home, it was a half past three or so. I got home, jumped into bed and didn't wake up until two thirty the next afternoon. I wanted to go out and get stuff done, but the weather sucked rocks. I ended up just staying in and chillin'. I felt a small tickle in my throat so I used that as an excuse to have some chicken noodle soup. Unfortunately, I didn't have much else in the house, unfortunately. I spent the day watching TV. I didn't even get around to watching the movie that I wanted to watch. The Iron Chef marathon on the Food Network had me enthralled. Bobby Flay wins? What? Bastard! I love the Iron Chef. The one thing that confuses me is who really is Iron Chef Japanese? Michiba or Morimoto? Personally, I dig Morimoto's style, but that's just me.
Anyways, time to go now. I think I'm gonna go to the gym as soon as I get home. That way I can go to the Abs class at six o'clock. Should be interesting since I haven't hit the gym since two Saturdays ago. I think I'll report that I will be hurting tomorrow. But, no pain, no gain, and everyone knows that people make new years resolutions to go to the gym more... fifty percent of those people have to be women... Maybe there'll be mroe cuties.
By that way, I have tried to think up some quality, attainable resolutions for this year and the only ones that I can come up with is 1) Talk to more random people, in particular more random girls. I may need to leave my discman and MD at home though. It's always on when I'm on the train or anywhere. The only time it's not is when I am at home, at work or I am going to meet someone and I don't want to carry anything more than my coat. 2) Try to let things go more. And finally 3) Get a new job. Yakkity yak, don't talk back. One more thing... Check out the poll and answer the question once and only once.
