Yesterday was such a nice day, walking around Hoboken with Julio and Stine that I didn’t realize what a good time I was having till it was over. After having lunch at Johnny Rockets, both Julio and I needed to go to CVS to get some things. I couldn’t find what I wanted (blades for the razor) so I went outside to wait with Stine. A car pulls up to the corner and out of the car come Raige Piney from work who blew my mind because, I always think I’m going to run into her, so many women have hair like her and dress like her. It was sort of disconcerting to see her on the street as we exchanged pleasantries, me not introducing Stine who shuffled away when I started talking to Raige.
After I gave Raige directions to the Path train, telling Stine that Raige was the woman I talked about when I told Julio and Stine about the office party a few weeks ago. I introduced Bill to Raige who said, ‘Oh my god, I heard so much about you’. I explained to Bill that that was impossible since I’ve never had more than 3 minutes of conversation with her and that Bill had never come up at all in the course of the conversation. Today I woke up to a text message from Felicia which read, ‘Me and Patrick both have food poisoning. Am planning to go straight 2 the apt 4 con ed rather than going to the office first. I will call u in the am.’ She was supposed to go to someone’s new apartment, someone who is moving to NYC from London in the office and is in the upper echelon where they can have someone (Felicia) sit in the empty apartment, waiting for the electricity and gas to be turned on. So her original plan was to come in and go to the apartment at noon. Why bother, when you can sleep in and go at your leisure?
The initial text was at 2:16. The bars were getting ready to close. She never called in the am like she said. Must have been the botulism. I sort of expected her to say Con Ed didn’t arrive and she’d have to go back to the apartment tomorrow, but that might be too risky, since someone would want to move into their apartment as soon as possible. At 3:45 the next and final text arrived, ‘Going home 2 bed. Getting a few things 4 apt in morning. Furniture due between eleven thirty and two thirty.’ I guess she’ll either be in the office after two thirty if she decides to come in at all. Frankly I’d prefer if she didn’t. Communication is at a standstill in the office and with Bill being so busy lately with photo shoots and whatnot, it’s at a standstill at home. I guess when we were paying Philip Beansprout to listen to us, we had to have things to talk about. We just have to find the time. Walked down to the Path train and smoked a cigar. It was the highpoint of my day. The low point was when I had started a pot of coffee and arranged someone to watch the desk as I stepped outside. I came back 5 minutes later to find the coffee machine wouldn’t stop and there was coffee all over the kitchen. Good times. Having problems with layout and font size. I blame wordpress.
so weird to read your site in a different font.