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.