Yet another in a series of lazy Sundays it seems. Bill went out and got the papers and the bagels and I have not left the apartment at all today. Not for any particular reason, just felt like staying in. Bill went to the gym and came back and all we’ve been doing is hanging out, watching TV.

I had Bill turn on his favorite movie, or one of them “Mr. Holland’s Opus” decent movie. Bill gets very moved by it. I thought I was the only blubberer. My movies that are blubberific are lately, “In America”, “Grave of the Fireflies”, and “To Kill a Mockingbird”.

West Side Story is a movie that gets me too. I always hold out the hope that Tony and Maria will finally get away. Spoiler alert: Of course they don’t get away. They marry and divorce and stay in the West Side to this day.

Speaking of Blubber, a few years ago while riding through Central Park, Julio and I had separated while cycling and we were supposed to meet up at the rock. I had ridden my bike in front of a runner by about 10 feet. Crossed his path. Of course he thought I was going to hit him, but that wasn’t my intention, so I didn’t.

I kept riding as he stood there cursing me. I flipped him the bird and rode over to the rock where me and various friends usually hang out while cycling or listening to Summerstage shows. He came running up to me screaming about, ‘How dare I cut him off like that?’ I said I didn’t cut him off, there was a wide enough space to accommodate both of us. He insisted that I almost hit him, and by that point I wished I had.

He started calling me fat, that I was, and I quote verbatim, “An insult to blubber!!!”
Whatever that meant. He had an accent which sounded vaguely British so I said, “Fuck off you limey bastard!”. He was insulted, screaming that he wasn’t British, he was from South Africa.

Then he started going off on how he runs for a living. I couldn’t resist. I said, “If you run for a living, why the hell are you standing here? Get to work!” Left him at a loss for words, almost speechless. Almost. Every time he’d say something I’d just say, “Get to work lazy ass”.

He finally sputtered his last and ran off.

Julio showed up a few minutes later.

An insult to blubber. I asked Julio if he knew what that was supposed to mean. “I think he was saying that you are fat. Which you’re not. You could lose a few pounds and get in shape, but you’re not fat” Nice of him to say, but he didn’t exactly use those words.

I agreed. The runner was high strung and nuts. I of course was cool, calm and collected. Julio raised an interesting point. Why does this happen when he’s not around? Or when anyone else is around? I wish I had an answer. I don’t. These things happen though.

And everybody’s got to live their life, and god knows I’ve got to live mine. A nearly perfect Saturday. Woke up in Bill’s arms, which is how I went to sleep. Great wonderfulness, gush gush. Walked to the bus with Bill this morning. Nice vibe, both ways.

Ran into Rand this morning with Bill. He and Lisa couldn’t make it to Charlie and Kathe’s holiday soiree tonight. I asked is everything was alright. No Christmas card from the two of them, no New Year’s Eve, and now no attending the usual last holiday party of the season. When a good friend starts behaving this way I tend to think they are becoming Jehovah’s Witnesses.

Rand, resolute Agnostic, I pray that this isn’t so.

Went into the city after a call from Annemarie, a touch of blue on Arcata. I was able to bring a smile to her face of sunshine. I wish her all the happiness in the world. Took the Path, looking natty in my Old Navy Pea Coat. So butch. With a skully, I’d definitely pull off the Terry Molloy/Longshoreman look.

When I got to the street at Christopher, I lit a cigar and completed the look with the perfect effect. The plan was to meet Bill and go to Farfetched to buy a gift for Charlie and Kathe. I walked across town on 14th street. I must have seen at least 10 other guys smoking cigars on the way. And not mamby pamby cigars. Butch like mine. I thought that was cool.

We met and walked into Farfetched and agreed on a lamp that looked Tiffany-esque and shaped like a guitar. Very cool looking and got a good price for it. We went to Virgin where I bought Charlie the new Mojo with an interview with his buddy Mark E. Smith in it. Also picked up a Katrina and The Waves cd/dvd combo. I needed Bill’s prodding to actually buy it. The rationale of I’d be thinking about it over and over was a good reason to buy it.

And now that I’ve uploaded it into my Itunes and Ipod, I’ll never play the cd again, though the DVD is cute. Much like how they were when they played Maxwells was back when. I remember getting into a fight with a triceratops that night. Horny fucker he was.

Came back home and took naps. Bill slept for a few hours, I only slept for one. Called for cabbage.


The driver was high on what I guessed was Non Drowsy Robitussin. Wide turns and slurred words was his game. We surprising made it to the party which was lower key than previous. Nice, but it wasn’t to last. More people soon arrived. We walked in with the fabulous Martha Griffin, a great friend from way back when.

She looked great as she always did. No wonder I had a crush on her back then. Nothing sexual, just a purely platonic love for her. I greatly admire her. My ex roommate William, B, Vaseles, Billy et al. was there and it was great to see him too. A great part of the time was spent in the computer room that we converted into a VIP lounge filled with the air of jazz cigarettes.

Once again, Dave McKenzie saved some turtles from death in Chinatown. 12 of them.

I should go to more parties, though I should be invited to more parties. After a few hours, William etc, drove Bill and myself home.

And here are some random pics.
JOZ and host, Charlie
Kathe, Hostess
Lovelies
B. former room mate and still a friend
Lovely Martha Griffin
Chaz Lampin’
Bill and Turtle
John O’Zed
Tree