Today was Stine’s birthday and Rocky’s birthday. Kudos to both of them for making it thus far. More about them later. Slept well, slept later than usual. Not too much of a hustle. It was humid inside and out. No mater what I wore I would sweat in it. I had an extra T-shirt at the office so I was set for a change when I arrived. I got to the office, a little after 8AM, surprised to see Felicia waiting for the elevator.

She of course had gone out last night and hadn’t really slept. She’s so much easier to deal with coming off the previous night’s escapade. We had some fairly big wigs coming in this morning and she showed up to help set up. She also wouldn’t have to work a full day since the office was closing early this afternoon. She reminds me a bit of Amanda Plummer and Rachel Griffith, with maybe a touch of Drew Barrymore’s promiscuous teenage years. It’s so much easier to break things down using Hollywood stars.

The workday, being so short flew by. I found time for my usual salad with broccoli and chicken and Thousand Island dressing. Before I knew it I was on the 1 train headed to Columbus Circle. So many cuties out today. A direct connection with the weather and sexiness. Where are they during the winter months? And I’m talking both male and female species. In Manhattan there was a cute man about every five feet or so. Thankfully I was feeling good Vis a Vis the neck so there was no problem looking at the head turners.

Then I went to the chiropractor. The city was emptying out due to it being a holiday weekend. That meant most of the people on the sidewalks were tourists and sailors in town for Fleet Week. And none of them know how to walk in New York City. I made it to the doctor’s office without injuring anyone and immediately was laying face down drooling on tissue paper. Once again, she pulled and rubbed and stretched and yanked. It was over rather quickly leaving me to think that she too was heading out of town.

The odd thing is, I left feeling worse than I did before. Not as severe as a few days ago, but a noticeable discomfort. I had 2 and a half hours to kill and hit some of my old haunts, Davidoff Cigars on 54th and Madison and Concord Chemists to get some bitter nail enamel. Nail biting habit you see. Been doing it all my life. I told Juan of my plan to do something about that the other night. Pseud-intense.

Wound up in Bryant Park and read the New Yorker. I do enjoy that park very much. Some good memories had a Padron and started walking up to the rendezvous with Dr. Beansprout. Wandered around the old neighborhood where I worked, hoping to say hello to Walter the UPS guy. Nice guy, a real sweetheart. I hope he’s doing well. He wasn’t around. His truck was but I didn’t want to appear as a UPS groupie. I wandered over to Philip’s office and waited in the lobby.

Philip arrived soon enough and we had a very productive session. We both agreed to get more open in our sessions and Bill needs to be a part of it. I reiterated the fact that Bill and I are opposite in many ways and have had very separate, individual experiences. We don’t have much in common. But what we do have in common is for lack of a better word, intense.

I do love him so.

After the session I walked down Fifth Avenue to the Path, having another Padron. I felt good. The time on the couch relieved some of the neck pain. I decided to forgo Rocky’s party. I just wanted to get back home. Wasn’t much in the mood to hang out in a bar. I was going to call him and tell him I wasn’t going, and then I remembered a line from a Dylan song that made sense once again.

‘If you can’t bring good news, don’t bring anything.’

I got back to Hoboken and called Julio and he asked me to pick up a cake for Stine’s birthday. It was on the way and he is two floors below me. I went down there and had a few Danish beers and some fantastic cake from Stone Cold Creamery.

Bill’s been driving a group of Spanish Nationals today, and will be doing the same all weekend. He should be home soon. I’m going to bed in a few.

Good night.