Juan is on the phone with his excellent hair calling from Six Flags Great Adventure. He is deliberately mispronouncing ‘L’s for ‘R’s ala Japanese speak. It’s funny and he is swift and quick on the uptake. He is begging me over the phone to write tonight’s blog in the manner in which he’s speaking. I turn down the request and suggest that he write that way in his own blog which is listed in the blog roll on the right under the guise of mamonohunterneo. So you can go there if you want to see Juan write the way he’s been speaking tonight.

Those 30 minutes were more than likely the best 30 minutes I had all day. It was 41 degrees out when I left the apartment this morning. I wore a suit since it warranted it. I was planning on it anyway. Yesterday in the office there was an email regarding a project that some of the staff had been working on. The RED Campaign which is a noble effort spearheaded by Bono from U2 and Bobby Shriver. Today, Friday the 13th of October was a major launch or push or something with media saturation on Oprah, and various news organizations, like right now on Larry King. So it was suggested that everyone in the office show some support and wear red today.

I thought it was a good idea and wore my black Sean John pinstriped suit with black braces, a white French cuff shirt with the Warhol Campbell’s Soup Can cufflinks Bill got me, and a red silk tie and a red pocket silk. I looked great. I felt great dressing up and walking to the Path train instead of looking like a shlub. I have to say I easily would have won best dressed passenger for car 1265 on the 7:43 train to 33rd Street. I got to the office and no one was there, I set about starting things up, making the coffee, turning on machines.

It almost felt like a holiday. No one was there until after 9:00. I didn’t really mind, I did various things before anyone showed up. I found out that today was probably not the best day to wear a suit since it was going to be clean up the messy office day. Of course I didn’t know anything about it. I did whatever was asked quite carefully so as not to ruin my trousers or shirt. Felicia and I did a lot of the work and she ordered pizza for the whole office since ‘they had cleaned’ their workspaces. I didn’t see anyone do anything really, but I was very busy trying to keep clean while cleaning.

The day couldn’t end soon enough. I walked around downtown smoking a Padron trying to shake off the ghost of a stupid day. I was glad to be out of the office. At a few points throughout the day Amiable Alan tried to help me out with some support and I was grateful. He laughed at my sardonic comments and seems to enjoy hearing, ‘Shut up Bitch’. As long as he enjoys it, I’ll keep saying it.

Shut up Bitch.