Last night Juan came over and hung out. Toasted his birthday with Stella Artois and watched TV. It was all very nice and I am glad that it doesn’t take too much to keep Juan entertained. Bill and I were watching ‘Singing in the Rain’ on channel 13 when Juan came in. It was a very mellow evening. After watching Gene Kelly we watched a movie called ‘Running Scared’ which was merely alright and also fairly violent with editing tricks and special effects that tried to cover whatever plot holes existed. From one extreme to another film wise. Last year I had a link to a 7 minute preview for ‘Running Scared’ which basically showed the first 7 minutes, the best part and also quite bloody.

Bill went to bed midway through the movie and didn’t miss anything, Juan and I just hung out watching the telly and talking shit. He split around 1:00 and I went off to bed. Bill was up bright and early and wound up running out for the papers and bagels for the second time this weekend. That meant that once again I’d be able to sleep later, till 9:00. I totally blew off the NYC Marathon for the 37th year and opted to watch it on television yet again.

My brother Frank was selling records at the WFMU record fair and I could have gone, but I thought that the phone calling ‘Get out the Vote’ party sponsored by MoveOn.org was this afternoon at 4:00. I took a nap and woke up thinking that I should get it together and go to Bloomfield Street to my friends Tim Daly and Sheilah Scully apartment where they were hosting. I looked online to get the proper address and realized right then that I was two days too early and I wouldn’t be able to attend on Election Day. D’oh indeed.

Still groggy from the perfect nap I went out to the supermarket and once again picked the wrong time. A ton of people buying groceries for the week. I wandered through the crowded supermarket trying to remember what items I actually needed. I remembered the toilet paper and coffee but couldn’t get my beloved diet 7up. Life can be so hard sometimes. I should have gone to the record fair. It would’ve been nice to hang out with Frank if only for an hour or so, but sometimes it gets hard for me to be motivated to get into the city on a weekend. So no photos of Tom Verlaine’s footwear.

I think from now on I’ll write the blog maybe six days a week. Not set in stone, but decidedly less active during the weekends and would like to relax rather than think of writing something for the day. It is good that I can muster the energy or the wherewithal to get 500 words out, but if I have an absolutely lazy day and nothing to write about I am not going to force the issue.