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Diamond Smiles

Well today has been a fartin’ around day. I know some of you would love a day like this, but you should be careful of what you wish for.

So since I didn’t do much of anything today, (hello laundry) I’ll spare you the iPod shuffle thing and look back at the previous entries for the third of September.

And here we go.

Disney’s Dream Debased, 2006.
I sit around for Bill to deliver a California King sized bed. It wasn’t a beach day since I had to sit and wait for Bill and the bed. I watch a DVD that I got for Bill’s birthday, a Herbie Hancock DVD. Brian Eno is in it so that’s what got my eye.

I was working at McMann and Tate, and very unhappy. The night before Juan came over and we riffed on some jazzy type things. Watched the Dave Chapelle Street Party DVD directed by Michel Gondry.

I enjoyed watching Chapelle with Juan more than I did seeing it with Bill in the theater. Bill and I had a major fight that night months previous. Also drank a lot of wine in 2006.

Eventually had to kick Juan out since the jazzy things and the wine made my eyes heavily lidded. The bed is still here and big enough for two big guys like Bill and myself.

The Last Thing You Should Do, 2007.
Sat around and watched TV with Bill. It was a Monday. No longer at McMann and Tate, but working for the Biotechnology Investment Bank. Content with the job, settled in after starting a few months before.

We watched Big Love on HBO the season finale. I write about Bill Paxton being in a band called Martini Ranch. I wrote about my musical snobbery towards Los Angeles which was unfortunate since I missed a few good bands while my nose was up in the air.

It being Labor Day weekend, there was a BBQ in Garfield. Bill and I got there via Zip Car. I bring a dozen CD’s for a 30 minute drive.

Bill and I arrive before most everyone else. Brian and Karen and the kids show up, and Frank is on the mend from his stroke the previous May. Rob cooks on his grill.

Hot dogs, Hamburgers, Coronas and Guinness. Apparently on the way home and drove by 13 Riverview Avenue as there are pictures that prove it.

Thank You, 2008.
In the midst of the election season. I’m on fire. Sarah Palin. Cotton Hill. John McRage. It’s the republican convention! There are a lot of hands grasping at only a few straws in that crowd.

Everything is anti-Obama. Oddly enough, things are more tense now in 2009 then it was last year.

Tropical Storm Hannah approaches putting the free B-52’s show in Cranford NJ in jeopardy. I run into Casey Chasm twice, in the morning when I’m not at my best and on the return trip when I am at my best.

Work is getting back on it’s knees. The economy is tanking in September 2008. Today they try to pin it on Obama.

I just got a new suit, navy blue wool/cashmere blend, two button. I’m asked to wear a suit since a big wig is expected in the office, a white knight who didn’t do anything.

And the program Open Office was giving me problems, but a year later it’s fine, just fine thank you.

Dancing Machine

Well it was a strange day basically. Did I work? Sort of. I went to the office and did things. Did I work a full day? No. I was in at 9:00 and out by 1:30. Will it be the same tomorrow and other days? Yes I think so.

It will get even stranger when my sister comes to town. The plan for then is, to come in earlier and leaving earlier. I’m looking at being in around 8:00 and out by 11:30 or 12:00. And I don’t even know if I will be working 4 or 5 days a week.

I did not see Vivek at all during the hours I was in today. I asked the intern if she had heard from Vivek and she didn’t but one of the neo-cons piped up and said that Vivek had a meeting at 3:00. It was a good reminder of the bullshit of non-communication that Vivek excels at.

Someone who has nothing to do with Vivek knows more about his schedule than the people that support him.

I did get a green light from New York State and that’s a good sign. I was a bit worried about that. I do have a phone call to make on Wednesday to complete that process. I was fairly busy today and it was weird to be leaving in the middle of the day.

But it was a beautiful day and I got over it soon enough. There is still a mellow sense in Hoboken, like a pleasant hangover from the past weekend. The weekend was a three day holiday, but oddly enough it felt longer than that.

I came home and changed out of my work clothes and into the summer wear of shorts and a t-shirt. Fiddled around at home and then realized that I needed to get some food for dinner.

It was an nice enough day so I walked over to Shop Rite which is further away than the supermarket around the block from my apartment. It’s cheaper at Shop Rite and the employees aren’t as surly. Of course I walk through the door and forget what it was I was there for.

I recovered and picked up some pesto and a few other items. On the way home I walk by where Roda’s mother lives and I see Roda having a BBQ.

I hung out with Roda and his mom and his cousin Tony. Roda’s kids, Logan and Autumn were there of course as well as a few other friends and family members. They invited me to stay for dinner but I had a bag full of groceries.

It was tempting but I came home and made myself my usual weekend fare of pesto, chicken and pasta. It was good and I’m satisfied. I’m going to try and use Rand’s method of eating.

No food after 6:00 for him, but for me it will be 7:00 since I didn’t get started until after 6:00 so some adjustments had to be made.

Roda and Autumn
Roda and Autumn

ps- I heard a club music version of Journey’s ‘Don’t Stop Believin’ this afternoon. It chilled me to the core.

Slippery People

It’s hummus out once again. Much like sitting in a sauna, wearing a damp wool sweater that itches. Today was the day of Bill’s birthday. Bill is 44 today and at heart he’s 14. Which is a nice position to be in sometimes.

Last night Bill stayed at his mother’s apartment in Stuyvesant Town, he’s been keeping an eye on her since her supposed leaving the apartment the other night and getting lost on 14th street. Bill was able to take his mother to church today and then they had a nice lunch, finally dropping her off at the apartment.

Bill and I made plans to go out to Garfield for my niece Meghan and her husband Rob’s first wedding anniversary, so a BBQ was in order. I made arrangements to have Meghan’s sister Cory pick Bill and myself at the train station, as well as getting a ride back to Hoboken.

Everyone was there excepting Annemarie, Rex and Earl since they’re stuck in Northern California much to their consternation? Dismay? Rotten luck? And it’s smoky out there, no sun which a 50 degree average temperature.

Unbearably hot and sticky here with intermittent rain showers that make the humidity worse. Much like it is now. It was good to see most of my family again, Brian and Karen with their three kids, Hillary, Brian and Cassie. Brian’s got summer school this year which is something both his father and I could relate to.

I told Brian how I used to have to go to Hackensack High School my junior year for summer school, usually hitchhiking up Essex Street. I was able to get a ride a few times with no bad results and I eventually passed the class somehow while my parents went on vacation to Disney World without me. Brother Frank was there of course, with Elaine.

Brother Brian mentioned to me that he sometimes reads this blog of mine which was a trip to hear. I guess he knows about it, he sends me emails to johnozed, so perhaps he took it a step further and did a search, or more than likely I told him about it back in 2005 while we were both getting our drink on at his wife Karen’s 50th birthday party. I didn’t think he would remember it, but here he was telling me about reading it. I mentioned that he should write a comment about it, which is what I tell everyone.

Everyone was in good moods and having a good time. All very pleasant, no heavy drama and just a thunderstorm that lingered for about 15 minutes before turning the Field of Gar into a swamp once again. Excellent cake by Elaine as well a great grilled food by my nephew in law, Rob. Bill enjoyed the cuff links I got him and I told him about the tickets, but not actually showing him our access to Xanadu.

Bill brought up that when we watched a clip of the show on TV, there were people on the stage sitting there. Originally he thought that it was a chorus, but then noticed that they weren’t singing. He asked me about that and I decided to tell him that was we were going to be seated.

On stage, watching the show from behind the performers. He got super excited about that, and I have to admit, I am super excited about it too. That’s next Sunday, something to look forward to.

Tomorrow is back to work, a full three day work week, how horrible. Boo hoo.

Does sarcasm translate online?

Time to chill out for the evening. Bill’s coming back later with some things from his mother’s apartment so I have to wait for Bill to ring the bell so I can go down stairs and help him up with whatever it is that he has.

Here are some snaps from todays festivities. Have a good week and Happy Pride to all!

The birthday boy, farty far this year.

Some of the party goers

The Bruthas

my niece Hillary

my niece Corinne

Mr and Mrs DeCarlo

cake! again!

Teacher of the Year 2008!

Gay Pride Day 2008