catch up...

So this week has been a million degrees. It’s not fun when you revert back to a 5 year old having a temper tantrum because you are hot and sweaty and you can’t do anything about it.

Been nice and nothing to over whelming lately. Quiet weekend last week and pretty quiet week. I met up with Steve G and caught up with him. Going to go to his birthday party tonight. He keeps telling me about this new apartment that he has moved in to in park slope and showing me all the furniture, cant wait to see it. It’s good when people who deserve it get successful.


I haven’t been out as much lately, having to watch the dollars pretty closely. I have been duped in to opening a 401k and a Roth Ira account. I pretty much have little to no idea what either of those mean but hey it’s supposed to be something good for when I get older. It hurts a little right to have my money going other places than to dinner with me. But it’s how it goes, maybe in a few months my job with give me some more money… maybe. Probably not. I think my last job gave me a raise that amounted out to something insane like an extra $10 or $20 a month. Yea thanks…no thanks.

Went on date yesterday. It was nice. I came home from the gym (at which I was told out I “work out like a man, look like a girl but work out like a man” ahhhh ok dude) and since Eric’s home is on the way I called him to meet me outside since he had called me earlier at work to go out to dinner. So he came down with flowers for me. What a funny scene. Me sweaty in sweat pants and a dirty tank top getting flowers. Ha-ha. There was a few older people walking by as he gave me flowers and I got the “aw “ from the ladies. It was sweet. Went to a take out BBQ place in Brooklyn heights. I got some amazing Mac and cheese. Then went to an ice cream place next door. It was a night of pigs, since both the restaurant and ice cream place had pig in the name.

Wednesday actually I funny story kind of happened. I had gone down to Soho to meet a friend to go get some vegan/tofu ice cream (I feel like there is a pattern going on in this post). Well I had put in a text message to let me know when they were out of work and decided to look around down there since I don’t really work in that area any more and don’t have access that much to the shops down there when there isn’t 10 million people. Well I finally get a hold of my friend who has gone back to Brooklyn before he got the message so no ice cream. Ok time to go back to the train. So I am walking up Broadway to get to the train that takes me back to my home in Brooklyn. Cross the street cause that where the entrance is. As I walk past Prince Street I kind of look to my left cause people are coming out of a door. And I recognize Pharrell Williams walking out the door with a bunch of people. Side note: a girl that I had been friends with though some other friends in Albany as well as the fact that when we were both liek 12 we modeled for Sears at the local mall (hot I know) is dating him and has been for sometime now. So I was wondering if she would be with him. So I stop and kind of try to be not obvious turn around and look, as she is there with him. Now keep in mind also that we are just kind of acquaintance friends and always say hi when we run into each other, but not the kind of friend I would go running up to and say a hello to. End of the story I call an old friend to a talk to them for a minute about the situation standing a few yards away wondering if she’ll notice, and she doesn’t. So I get on the train and go home. Good story huh. Yea I know.

This weekend: starts with getting my 22 lbs of laundry that I really would like to not pay for then going to Steve's birthday party. Fairway for food and Conn. to meet Eric’s dad. I am a little nervous cause its harder to meet dads than moms I think sometimes. Ah well I don’t think I really have too big of shoes to fill.

Nothing special, just didn’t want to be a jerk and have like 12 months go by before I posted again.

Sea Horse

I watched Yo La Tango perform live to Jean Painleve - Science and Fiction last night at Prospect Park with about 3/4’s of Brooklyn and Caitlin. It was pretty amazing to watch the music along with these sea life documentaries. I am looking into finding the documentaries to buy and own, but I have the feeling that it wont be the same as sitting in a huge park and watching them on a massive movie screen with a live band to compliment it.

This week hasn’t been much of anything really. I have been running back and forth a bit just doing regular things. Dinner with my dad at a South African restaurant in Brooklyn on Monday movies with my mom the night before. The usual gym appointment, where afterwards I promise to actually go and do what I have been told but know I will find myself in the same place next week knowing I didn’t go and having to pretend that I did have tons of massive dude great work outs and I am now buff… when yea nope.

Tuesday I went to see an Art show at CBGBs with Sara and got some guaco taco loco tocos, if you know where I am referencing you know exactly what I mean. Good stuff. I haven’t been out to an art show in a bit so it was nice to see some work. Nothing blew me away but I was impressed with talent none-the-less. So regardless on that it’s just a kind of what I did. It lends itself into a thought I have been having in regards to something I am sure I have brought up before when it comes to awkward relationships with people. I have decided that (and maybe its not a practical thing at all) that if you don’t want to have some one make an effort to see them then tell them. I have had this continuous thought running predominately in two aspects of my life feeling like I was getting the obligatory “oh hey so what the new news with you… bladda bladda..well great. Take care (read in between I don’t care at all and I just have a massive amount so some subconscious guilt that I am going to continue to keep in touch although I could really care less what is happening I am just trying to appear nice… probably wont hear from me again in 6 –9 months) and the “yea we’ll make dinner plans…I’ll call you (read: yea I am too much of a puss to admit that I really would prefer not to have any sort of plans with you so I am going to continue to make you feel like a stalker when you try to put forth a friendly effort and actually try to follow through with the make believe plans I have made with you). It just irked me. I just would rather avoid the uncomfortable head thought of “do you really care if I make this effort” and know yes you do or no you don’t. Just a thought and something that I was going through in my mind the other day while desperately trying no to do work at work.

I did however have a good conversation with someone that could have fallen in the afore mentioned paragraph group. It’s a little weird what is going to pan out with them moving to Brooklyn. It’s been 4 years since we have lived in the same city let alone the same borough. But in this same respect we are not at very different places, given two years ago I would be beyond devastated. Now I am content. I am so very happy with my current situation with Eric (forgetting barely being able to spend time together other than passing out at the end of the night after seeing each other awake long enough to brush teeth and get into bed, man restaurant schedule and a 9-5 not really optimum on the time spending).

Got to see matt last weekend before he left for Australia on tour. We got some foods at pukk and then rode the Staten Island Ferry there and back. I wish we had caught it at sunset. Matt says it’s a beautiful ride when you do. I think I added on about 10 years to wanting to have kids after hearing them scream the entire way from Manhattan to Staten island. No thank you. But I do want to go to Atlanta now and see the new doggie that Danielle has gotten. Its just always money and time.

All in all I am really enjoying doing my best to try to catch up with old friends. It’s been really nice.