Daily Archives: October 8, 2005

It’s No Game Part One

10.8.05 “To be insulted by these fascists, is so degrading….”

Well here it is a gray day in Hoboken. Had fun all by myself last night, and now paying a price, on the installment plan. Have a wedding to attend in Chelsea, on a boat. Cheryl Welch, former neighbor and widow of Don Brody, is getting hitched. Jim Mastro is officiating so that should give it a fun vibe. That means Meghan will be there with her Supergirls. It is pissing outside right now. Not a good day for a boat, though it will be docked. I was tempted to have some hair of the dog, and made arrangements, which I wisely cancelled. The problem with that particular dog, is that while you are feeling good, mind dashing all over the place, the crash is full of self-loathing and boy did I feel that last night.
I did sleep for about 6 hours, and then I ran some errands but not operating at 100%. But considering all I have to do is eat, and drink it should be no problem.
Bowie is screaming at me about Scary Monsters, which gives me a fast flashback to 1980, and sitting in the first row, watching Dave in The Elephant Man. Little did I know that 17 years later I’d work with him. That still gives me a tingle.
Have to get in my suit. Decided on the Andrew Fezza, with the tie and cufflinks Bill gave me for my birthday. And rubber soled shoes because of the bleedin rain. Talked to a few hot men, including the one who is probably going to read this. That was a fun chat, started out very hot, ended up with a literary chat. That never happens. I do hope his luncheon went off without a hitch.
I also chatted with Rocky who accidentally sent me a cock pic. I may go see him after the wedding, or I may not. Could be trouble if I go, and he has no phone to confirm his whereabouts….so common sense would dictate that I do not go.
Just go to the wedding, have fun and come home. Simple and safe plan, no?
“Ain’t got no money and I ain’t got no hair…”
I am not going to be Major Tom. Not me. No sir.
Just taking my time. No waiting for the man, so no need to hustle. I don’t have to be the first guest at the wedding. I could make an entrance, though by just showing up in this rainstorm would be dramatic enough. I am debating whether or not to take the ferry or the train. The ferry though costly is nearer to the function, though the water is probably very choppy. And after the Lake George boat tragedy last week, it might not be a good idea. The trains would drop me off 6 city blocks from where the wedding is. But I’d rather be above ground….yet on the water. Time to get active. Spent enough time fartin around and lickin my wounds. Wish me luck.
10.8.05