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In Between Days

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Ok today was another day. It usually is. Woke up tired because I went to bed exhausted, but was able to drag that big ol’ ass of mine to work, only a minute or so. Walked to work listening to the Cure. Played 10:15 Saturday Night a few times. Old Cure song, great hooks. Robert Smith’s hair wasn’t so big then. But who’s was really? The nice bus driver waited for me to get on the bus, as it was about to pull away.

I sat and pulled out the New Yorker. But couldn’t really focus since my mind was still fixated on Spamalot. It really was a fun and funny show. Actually brilliant. Eric Idle really did good. Also Mike Nichols directing helped too. The whole audience was in the palm of their hand. It was an sweaty, hair palm, but they had us nonetheless. Very faithful to the movie, which made it even more memorable. I was surprised at the fact of the Trojan Rabbit and the Black Knight who loses all of his limbs actually making appearances. The final limb-severing scene was hilarious as usual and deftly performed.

Bill enjoyed it greatly, laughing as uproariously as ever. I neglected to mention that my arch nemesis from the office, Linda Natale was there with her husband, a pinkie ring wearer. Linda Natale won a ticket from placing in fourth place in the office trivia competition. Another office drone, Mike sat between Bill and Linda Natale. The show was great enough to ignore Linda Natale and her Soprano-esque husband as well as ignoring Mike.

I am pretty sure Bill and I were exhausted from laughing so much and so hard. I was surprised I found the fortitude to write when we got home.

I woke up and put on the black Sean John 3 button pinstriped suit with the usual Paul Frederick French cuffs and tab collar shirt and a pink silk tie from City of London. I looked bangin’. Of course I did.

I had a job interview this afternoon at McMann and Tate, an advertising company in the western regions of Soho, right above S.O.B.’s. I looked corporate enough for a midtown investment bank yet hip enough for Soho. Clearly I walk the line. It was a beautiful office, with hip people in jeans and sneakers. I do love suits, but the upkeep is costly. Jeans and sneakers are so much easier. I can get back to that I’m sure. A suit every once in a while would be cool too. Keeps the fetish alive, says I.

The interviews went amazingly well. I was very comfortable and they were very nice. I was taken on a tour of the office and it seemed like the job was within my grasp. I even told them how I’d really want the job and how I’d love to work there. Who knows? They did tell me that they had a few more people to see, but they would get in touch with me. Surprisingly I’m not too worked up over it, having been down this road a few times before. Though I never expressed any enthusiasm for those jobs as I had today for McMann and Tate.

I wandered a bit through the village before heading back to midtown. Would’ve been so nice to just walk from McMann and Tate to the Path train to head home, but I went to west 4th Street like the automaton that Wanker Banker wants. I felt optimistic, odd enough been feeling that way most of the week. The glass was half filled indeed. Despite being confronted with the usual daftness of a few of my coworkers, it really didn’t bother me. Christina even offered to stay late so I could go home early and I took her up on her offer.

I did have a plan to go to the Townhouse and show off how good I looked, maybe Oscar Wilde’s, even called up Matt. But realizing that cash wasn’t much of an option having left card at home, I decided to head home to the plastic. Perhaps tomorrow. I could probably get away with wearing the same thing, I doubt that anyone would notice.

So I had my Padron and walked to the Path train listening to Massive Attack, Mezzanine. Having not heard it in a while, I forgot what an urban soundscape it was. It was cool. When I was about a block away from home, their cover of Man Next Door featured a sample of 10:15 Saturday Night. Full circle.

I had to go to the A&P tonight, and I’m pretty sure Thursday night is gay night. Not very crowded, and most of the guys were gay or at least, metro sexual and accompanied by fag hags. Very interesting, no?

Run Away

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A pretty good day. Plenty tired from it. Woke up did my think, the usual walk to bus, get on bus, read or look out the window. I usually put some effort into writing it, but now, I am exhausted. Day at work started out shabbily. Got over it, not that I had much choice. After the mellow day of yesterday it would be hard to compare. So I won’t. I’m tired damn it.

There was a contest at work this morning, a trivia contest. Something I’m good at, and it’s known that I’m good at it. 25 questions mostly about entertainment, literature and some films with a dash of sports. What was Michael Jordan’s number when he played for the Chicago Bulls? 23. If it wasn’t multiple choice I probably would not have gotten that one. They were all multiple choice, all 25 questions.

I got 80% of them correct. I am still a B student. Actually I aspired to B status. I scored the highest in the office, and won a ticket to see Monty Python’s Spamalot. Of course I knew that Monty Python had a show on Broadway, just a bit pricey, out of my league. Mezzanine seats are $111.25. And they’re cramped tiny seats. But there is a happy ending.

I was fairly ambivalent about seeing the show, didn’t want to spend the money, but having won a free ticket, well that made all the difference in the world. I told Bill that I had won and he expressed an interest. I didn’t think I could get him a ticket but I would see what I could do.

2 of the IT guys had teamed up and came in fifth place with the trivia contest and I sort of knew that neither one would be able to go, so I offered to buy them lunch in exchange for their ticket. They agreed and I spoke to Jamie about bartering for their ticket. She was fine with the idea, so fine that she suggested that Wanker Banker pays for their lunch.

So we all had burgers! Surprise! Me, eating a burger? And I got their ticket and called up Bill to tell him he was going with me. He was thrilled and as the hour approached, I was getting more and more thrilled.

So after work we made a plan for dinner at John’s Pizza in midtown, a more posh place than the pizza joint on Bleecker Street. More exotic food for me. Bill felt that since I was taking him to a Broadway show, he could take me to dinner. I agreed.

The show was even better than I anticipated. I love the Pythons but feared that Eric Idle might’ve stretched himself too thin. I was happily proven wrong. The show was hilarious, and relatively true to the movie. The audience loved it, the songs were great and the acting was superb. I could probably say a lot more, but like I wrote earlier, I’m damn tired.

Mas manana.