Daily Archives: September 4, 2006

5-8-6

Monday, Labor Day. Finally a nice day, blue skies, nice breezes. Bill finally arrived last night, around 6:00 with the California King sized bed, and getting it up four flights of stairs wasn’t easy. Luckily we got it up two flights and crashed right outside of Julio’s apartment. Julio came out and offered to help and with an extra pair of hands we were able to get everything upstairs in no time. Bill and I were sweating up a storm and the handles on the bed started to disintegrate as we lifted but Julio helped with all that. More muscles, you see.

Getting the twenty year old bed and box spring originally from Lodi down the four flights of stairs was easy as pie. We were lucky in the fact that it wasn’t raining and causing the mattress to become a giant full size sponge. Bill and I were drenched in sweat, and it was noticeable to Julio how much garlic Bill eats. A lot apparently maybe too much. He drove away to park the U Haul truck in a legal parking spot somewhere on Washington Street, I walked off to buy some food for dinner, some lettuce, and some Ben and Jerry’s Chocolate Therapy for dessert.

I offered to take Julio and Bill to Arthur’s Steakhouse for dinner since they did most of the heavy work in moving the California King sized bed up the stairs. Neither one took me up on the offer which was a relief last night with tentative plans made for tonight. Julio came upstairs after I made a burger for myself around 9:00 to watch Syriana with Bill and myself. I was midway through a documentary about the 1960’s and Julio and Bill watched how that tumultuous decade ended. I entertained them with the bold face lie that at 6 years old I was on the barricades plotting to blow up Armed Forces recruitment centers.

Who was I kidding? I was routinely being beaten up by various classmates and teachers at 6 years old. I was going to bed at 7:30 more than likely. Not much time in my day to protest the Vietnam War or American Foreign Policy. Even when the sixties ended around 1972 or 3, I was still totally self involved, unlike now when I write most every little detail down to publish on the web. My how far I’ve gone!

It was a good bed that Bill’s cousin gave us, very large. Bill and I didn’t even come close to each other last night. He had his sheet and I had mine. Plenty of room to stretch and very good support. Not the type of bed that you can toss a bowling ball on it while there is a glass of water standing on the mattress, but strong enough to support two behemoths like Bill and myself.

Just got back from walking around Hoboken with Julio and tossing a Frisbee with Julio on Steven’s campus. Lot’s of crazy breezes that created a supernatural effect on the Frisbee with the disc severely going up and down on the cross breezes. After about an hour of that we walked over to Pier A and chilled out. Very crowded. Julio has way better Gaydar than I do that’s for sure. Not bad for a straight guy. After Pier A, we walked back and got a six pack of Heineken and sat on the stoop, both of us having three beers each, passing comment on just about everyone that crossed our line of vision. Back to work tomorrow, oddly enough no sinking feeling about it being the unofficial end of summer. We finished the beers and I extinguished the cigar I was smoking and came up the stairs and now, hanging out with Bill.