Surly sedition, or early edition. Things have been going well between Bill and myself. He’s been a rock for me with my miniscule dramas and whatnot. He has been lovey dovey and it’s been great, but this morning it went awry. Not that anything terrible happened, but I’m the one who’s usually up and out of the bed by 6:30. For some reason Bill thought it would’ve been nice to let me sleep, saying that I looked so cute and peaceful sleeping there. That’s a good idea for weekends, or if I have some time off, but not today, it being a Wednesday and all. I don’t think he understood what all the fuss was about, and why should he since nine times out of ten, he’s still asleep when I’m walking out the door.

Perhaps he wanted to test my morning sensibilities, to see if I really did make the effort and attempt to become more of a morning person. If that was the case it didn’t work. He wisely stayed out of my way as I ran around the apartment, trying to make coffee, forgoing my cereal and jumping in the shower. No, it certainly is not a good idea to let me sleep a bit more when I actually have to work. Not a good idea, at all. I tried explaining it to him as I was straightening up the stove top that he used last night, not being the type to put things back the way he found them. Just one more thing I needed to do before I had my first cup of coffee and jump into the shower.

It’s been over an hour since all that happened and as usual I am putting my humorous spin on things. I just told a coworker and she laughed at my story. Bill looked fantastic this morning by the way. It’s not the end of the world what happened, just a minor annoyance that I had to get over.

Tonight I plan to meet up with Rey at the Astor Place cube where we will take a subway down to the South Street Seaport to see Conjunto Imagen, a salsa band that our friend, Excer plays with. I’ve known Rey and Excer about twenty years. Excer has a nasty habit of not showing up when he is supposed to, but this is a music gig so I expect that he will be there. He is on the website www.conjuntoimagen.com , he’s the guy behind the keyboard. Good folks, very loyal. I haven’t seen Excer in a few years though, and I speak with Rey several times a week. Rey is Superman to my Jimmy Olsen. He’s a scrapper and a corrections officer at Riker’s Island. Many a time he’s looked out for me to keep me out of harms way, either actual or perceived, and I’m grateful for that.

I just have to get through the day and meet up at the cube. I don’t foresee any obstacles but then again obstacles have a habit of showing up unannounced. But looking at my daily schedule, it should be a quiet day today, (knock wood), despite the misalignment of the stars this morning.

It was 41 years ago yesterday that the Beatles played Shea Stadium.
http://www.therockradio.com/2006/08/flashback-beatles-rock-shea-stadium.html

and Elvis died today sometime.

Now I’m drunk and home. Etc. blah blah blah.

Tuesday night, Gilmore Girls are on again. Double header, meaning two episodes back to back. It ‘s quite humid in Hoboken again. It rained for about twenty minutes this morning and I of course, closed all the windows in the apartment making it at least 300 degrees hotter inside than it should actually be. At least everything is dry. Everything except for me. I sit in front of the screen, sweating. A fan is blowing warm air which sort of dries me off, but doesn’t cool me in the least. Before I forget, Hello and HUGZ to Song in Sydney.

Bill was up and about on time this morning, before me once again. It takes some getting used to, the guy who’s been laying in bed as I putter about, up and active before me. Not really so bad, just have to get used to sharing a bathroom which is something I didn’t have to do for a long time. Juan came over last night, on fire from a fight with his mom. He needed to cool out so we watched the rest of the DVD of Weeds with Bill. I had to take Bill aside when he came home and let him know how stressed Juan was. Bill was very understanding, though Juan had chilled out considerably by the time Bill sat next to him on the couch.

Juan wound up identifying with Cecilia, played by Elizabeth Perkins. That makes me, Nancy, as played by Mary Louise Parker. Bill plays all the other characters quite admirably. Imagine that, identifying with a television show. Wouldn’t be the first time, though this time it was instigated by Juan. Speaking of television shows, I couldn’t take the Gilmore Girls tonight. It was a repeat and a repeat that harked back before the last repeat a week or so ago. So much for continuity. I put in the Netflix DVD of Sparks, Lil’ Beethoven Live in Stockholm.

It’s pretty good and last time I saw them on a screen was when my brother Frank told me to the Hiway theatre in Fair Lawn to see ‘Roller Coaster’ in Sensurround starring George Segal. They were in it for about three minutes, featuring Ron Mael in his Hitler moustache playing keyboards behind his brother Russell. It was odd and I totally forgot what song they sang. I do remember they smashed up the stage at the concert in the amusement park. Lil’ Beethoven is a very good concert video. I think I’d like to see Sparks if they ever play New York again, though I wouldn’t know anything by them except for the songs from Lil’ Beethoven.

Work today was good. Felicia made it in today, none the worse for wear, in fact looking quite good. Maybe it was the make up. I did my usual thing, running about, setting up rooms, and taking them apart. Like I’ve said previously, it’s really not a bad job. Yesterday I ran into David who has the Oedipal complex from a few months back. He was the guy who sat next to me when I started at McMann and Tate. Still a relatively nice guy, albeit somewhat useless when it comes to describing actual job functions. I saw him a few weeks ago walking his dog but he didn’t see me. Yesterday he saw me, smoking a cigar and stated, ‘Oh wow, you’re smoking a cigar.’ I wished him well and went on my way.
All in all, an average day.