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From what I heard the fruit stand party got better and continued after I left, which is what I expected— Friday, December 12th.

Personally, I left at the right time. The bus was crowded as expected, though not by me, since I rarely take the bus these days

Marcus stayed until the end I believe and relayed the fact that I missed the electric slide and other dances which I would love to have done since I have never done it before and it would give my coworkers the opportunity to laugh at my flailing attempts to make Elaine Benes look like a top shelf dancer.

I had two flutes of champagne and three or four hors d’oeuvres as they pass by and I was satisfied with that perhaps if I’m still around at the food stand next year I will stay longer since I know what to expect and if that’s the case I would probably know a few more people though quite a few people knew me and I didn’t remember them. I am good at schmoozing though and I schmoozed quite nicely last night.

I saw a guy wearing a Joy Division check it and ask him where he got it. I don’t recall what he said but I did make a comment about Peter Seville getting paid. There’s another gent wearing something that was not branded like Joy Division but it was an amazing jacket and I saw him twice and told him twice that it was an amazing jacket.

Perhaps it was an amazing Technicolor dreamcoat. The room was a bit dark so I really couldn’t say.

So being the day after a holiday party most of the fruit flies at the fruit stands are not in or underneath the stands and baskets of fruit. I walked up there though from 16th Street up to 52nd Street enjoying a cigar as I strolled through old neighborhoods where I used to work which have changed considerably.

I stopped in what used to be the equitable building on 7th avenue but still has the gigantic painting by Roy Lichtenstein. It had nice comfortable seats for people like me that were passing by and needed to sit down for a few minutes after walking over 30 blocks. Across the street from there used to be a pizzeria where I used to have lunch every now and then with Alice from Hoboken and what used to be a band called Gutbank.

That is no more the building was torn down and another building had been erected in its place and Alice now lives down in Ocean Grove where Bill and I sometimes see her on our summer visits.

So Mike is expected to come over tonight and I have an epiphany as I tried to get to sleep last night which was not easy by the way but I don’t have to tell him everything that’s going on in my mind, since if I say something at 11:00 like 3:00 it’s usually something different and I’ll regret something that I told at 11:00

It’s best to keep my mouth shut and let things happen as they will. So now it’s about 2 and 1/2 hours before the weekend, and then after that, 5 days to get through Monday through Friday next week, before I get two weeks of,f and I intend to sleep since I like that and I’m good at it mostly

Listening to the Roches’ Christmas LP, We Three Kings. Peace on Earth.
Also, Sandinista is 45 years old today.

Irish Exit

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December 11th, 2025, a Thursday. So I am committed to going to this party and have to figure out how to fill two hours between me leaving the office and the start of the party.

That’s my biggest dilemma; other than that, everything seems to be okay. Mike asked me to call him last night before I went to bed, and so I did, and of course, I got his voicemail because he never answers his phone if he’s shooting videos or photographs

I’m in no rush to call him, and I have not, in fact, I have my phone on do not disturb, so even if he calls me, he cannot get through. It’s just been a slow, cold day, and time is moving quietly.

I did send a text about an hour ago to Mike, to which he has not responded, which is fine with me I do not know if he is coming over tonight.

There is a plan to get halal food for lunch, so I will probably do that after I visit the local cigar shop to buy a cigar to smoke on my way to the party. My plan is to finish work at 5:00, fart around here until 6:00 p.m., and then walk up to 53rd Street, which is basically about 40 blocks.

It was a plan for Mike to come over tonight, but I have no idea where that plan stands. He’s not communicating with me, and I communicated at 10:45 last night.

Are these little games that we’re playing? Am I being petty? I do know I’m very much depressed. And don’t know how to get out of it. I slept very well last night, went to bed around 10:45, and woke up before the alarm clock.

So the fruit stand holiday event is where I expected it to be, where the new music seminar was held in the 90s, where I had a Meetup with a suit and cigar guy in the early 2000s at 53rd Street and 7th Avenue

My current plan is to walk up, taking my time, up Fifth Avenue, enjoying us ago and perhaps a free world that I got for free from the local dispensary in Hoboken.

There is quite a malaise in my head just now, thinking of how I used to walk up from Farfetched on Fourth Avenue up to the Port Authority bus terminal, where I would enjoy a cigar and a smoke.

It was usually on a Saturday or Sunday night, and I’d walk up through Madison Square Park area, and the place would be deserted, and I very much enjoyed it nowadays, it’s crowded with young somethings doing whatever it is they do.

But that was then, this is now, and if Lois and Susan can get over what happened to Farfetched and I certainly can as well. I just don’t know what it is, some sadness, some depression, some confusion, some dread (existential).

I’m sure a lot of it has to do with Bill not being around, and the latest development is my lack of interest in anyone else sexually, including Shorty. Shorty doesn’t know that yet. He has not reached out to their phone, just texted me a picture of himself, so I’ll be a cigar in a blue robe and a dirty jock, which turns on a lot of guys but not me.

If he comes over tonight, that would be fine, although I doubt I will be awake for much of it. Without communication, nothing is planned, and if nothing is planned, nothing could get done. He claims he’s looking forward to coming over, it’s just a claim, and it was in a text, so who knows?

Anise, Marcus, and a few coworkers are meeting at a bar for drinks before the event, and I’m not much of a drinker, so I’m going to pass and focus on my Irish exit.

I went to the fruit stand party, and it was nice. The Irish exit worked. Home before 9 PM. WTF?