Sunday, cold, sunny and windy day it was. Last night was entertainment of the beer/jazz cigarette variety. Juan popped in almost unexpectedly. We had beers and watched Dvd’s with Bill. A nice mellow evening. Totally unexpected and unprepared. I spent part of the day trying to score tickets to see Scissor Sisters at the Hammerstein Ballroom on the day of the show since the initial ticket run sold out in about 30 minutes. There used to be a chance of getting decent seats or at least tickets on the day of the show but it wasn’t working out that way yesterday.

I wandered around Hoboken a few times yesterday it was quite a nice day. Did the dry cleaning rounds and even walked down to CVS to buy blades for the razors that Bill and I use. I felt bad since I used the last one last week and still hadn’t replaced them. I don’t think Bill noticed since he didn’t say anything nor did he get any blades himself. So I guess my feeling bad was misplaced. Last night watched, ‘You, Me and Everyone We Know’ which was an ok indie flick. Too many loose ends, some creepy characters.

We also watched ‘Transamerica’ starring Felicity Huffman and that was really good and surprisingly funny in parts. She was nominated for an Academy Award for that role I believe. She earned it, it was a good role and the story was more compelling than I expected it to be. After some Grimaldi’s pizza we watched ‘Mrs. Henderson Presents’ a movie by Stephen Frears about a theater that remained open throughout World War 2 showing topless women on stage. Starred Judi Dench and Bob Hoskins. We saw Bob Hoskins John Thomas. After that it was time for Juan to go as I was tired and fading fast and Bill wasn’t in entertaining mode.

I went to bed soon after and woke up this morning around 8 which was better than yesterday’s 7. I went out and got the papers, walking with Bill part of the way and came home to a nice weekend breakfast. Bill was off to church. We had plans to see a friend of mine, Dan’s recital. I worked with Dan at Wanker Banker and he’s just a sweetheart so I had to go. Bill got to the performance space before I did as I was stuck waiting for a bus on Washington Street for 45 minutes.

I hopped into a taxi as soon as I got out of the bus station and made it to the space in time for a few quick words with former coworkers, Babs and Bobby. Dan came out with a guitar and sat on a stool and looked a little bit like Rufus Wainwright. Dan doesn’t play guitar, it was merely a prop. He sang and told little anecdotes and was all around entertaining. Bill and I talked about doing a similar recital a few years ago and this rekindled talk like that.

Then it was off in the zip car to Garfield to have some dinner and cake with my brother Frank and his family. That’s the only mention he’ll get. It was a lovely time but we had to leave there since Bill’s allergies were acting up due to the cat dander in the house. That’s about it for Sunday. Here are some pics.