It’s Wednesday. Not many things happening. Woke up, would have rather slept in. That was the first thought in my head as my eyes opened to Gladys Night and the Pips singing about how they’ve got to use their imagination. Not a bad way to wake up but sleeping more would have been that much better. That wasn’t an option, especially since I told them in the office I was taking Friday off. I need a day off. The weekends have been flying by too fast and I need a little time off. I know I know, why should I get a day off. Well because I want it and I deserve it. It’s been busy for me at work the past week and I suppose it’s going to be like that for a while. Not that I mind.

I’ve been doing a lot of errands which I enjoy, just getting out of the office and bopping around midtown. It was a muggy day, and I think I’ve finally figured out how to not walk so fast. It seems I walk at such a pace that when I finally stop, thats when I start to sweat. And wearing a wool suit in muggy weather doesn’t really help. I look good, but oh how that internal combustion engine cools itself off by turning a white dress shirt into something that would look good next to a stripper pole. I’m sure I could make some money if only I’d apply myself.

I’ve noticed that if I go outside before having enough coffee to face the world, my word power is basically reduced to four letter words. Therefore it’s a smart thing to drink ample amounts of coffee before contact with the outside world. Last night I walked to the bus terminal and got on a long line that wasn’t going anywhere. I just couldn’t stay there on line so I left and walked to the Path train. But it wasn’t the long line that got me to leave, it was the woman behind me talking to her girlfriend about having the friend leave the kids with her mother so that the friend could go see ‘the show’. It’s a mess from what the woman behind me said, and that the new song that was added to the show was terrible.

That was enough to get me going. The Path ride was pleasant and no pregnant women hovering nearby. Today while leaving the apartment, there was another woman, walking precariously on heels that were too thin and too high, she had to walk leg in front of leg lest she fall flat on her face. Why do women wear such painful shoes? She was on her cellphone from let’s say the 624 building on my block way past the bus station. It’s good that she could walk and talk at the same time, but what could she possibly be talking about for so long and for so far? Not my business, I had a bus to catch.

And since I was running around doing errands the day flew by relatively fast. I had plans to meet Bill after work, he was working late and he had some money for me and I had some money for him. I walked past the Golden Staffing building only to find Sixth Avenue was closed to all traffic. Apparently a crane hit a building under construction, causing glass to fall injuring people. Who knew such a beautiful bird, a relative of the flamingo, could do some damage?

In case you are scratching your head and have drawn blood, it was a construction crane, not a flying bird crane. I often get the two confused. Anyhow, I walked around the block cutting through a parking garage and I finally met up with Bill who looked a bit weary and justifiably so. We chatted for a few before he ran back to his desk. Hard to believe I hadn’t seen him since Sunday morning.

Been looking at www.newsmeat.com , looking at what celebrities gave to the democratic and republican parties. Prince is a republican? See for yourself.

G’oo G’oo G’Joob

Well last night was ok. After I left work early to deliver Carla her last check, I walked over to Macy’s to check out some ties which were extraordinarily lackluster. Then I went to the men’s department and found the suits equally lackluster, though I did buy some rubber soled shoes for a good price. They are expecting rain and last week when it rained I kept slipping and sliding on the shiny sidewalks with no traction and figured that since rain is scheduled for this week it would be best to have some shoes that have some sort of traction.

The Path train home was enjoyable mainly because I had a seat. I was so engrossed in the Giuliani book that I didn’t notice a pregnant woman standing nearby until the train pulled into the Hoboken station. I am such a bad person. No I’m not. There were plenty of other people sitting that could have offered her a seat, but they didn’t and it is they, not I that is/are a bad person. I was ignorant of the situation. That’s my excuse that is actually legitimate for once. I picked up the Pattie Boyd book from the library, making it three books I am presently reading at this time and came home to settle in for some TV.

I watched Chuck while AIMing with Juan. He was telling me about his Halloween costume that he plans to wear while camping with his boyfriend and his boyfriend’s friends. I watched Chuck which I’m liking more and more. It’s a good silly spy show with decent characters but it does end each episode with some dangling threads which hopefully be resolved soon enough. It’s also a good show to lead into Heroes which was the centerpiece of watching TV on a Monday night. Now that centerpiece would be Weeds.

Heroes was ok. Nothing special. No Peter, no Hiro, no Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky, Mick & Tich. Lot’s of the cheerleader, her dad, the new boyfriend which was ok. Somehow Sylar got out of the middle of the jungle from last week only to be found laying face down in a road by the two Central American newcomers. A major degree of bullshit. Also the mind reading bear cop is going to hit the road to look for his father who has been terrorizing the little girl’s dreams. That’s it. It was, lackluster, for lack of a better word.

I was all set to watch Weeds, when Bill called. I paused Weeds as Bill told me the latest. His mother was spending another night at St. Vincent’s hospital so that they could run some more tests. It turns out his mother is diabetic but has been managing it on her own without medication, until now. So these moments of spaciness more than likely could be because of that. After 20 minutes I stopped the pause of Weeds to hear what else Bill had to say. He told me his cousin Elsie had gone to the hospital and she and Bill walked home from there, through the village.

It turns out Bill got an earful from Elsie, about how Bill undermined the raising of their children. It turns out, last weekend when I had gone to the nursing home with Bill and his relatives to wish his father a happy birthday, Bill had said something that put Elsie and her husband Andy Capp’s noses out of joint. You see, when Bill and Elsie and her kids and I waited outside of Magnolia bakery for 40 minutes, one of the kids asked Bill about when Bill was going to marry a woman and have kids. Bill, much to his credit answered and said something about being with me and that a woman really wasn’t in his plan. That ended the subject right then and there, or so Bill thought.

Then as Elsie, Andy Capp and the kids returned home, the kids were asking questions about Bill. Is Bill gay? They didn’t know, the boys being 10 and 6 years old. Elsie and Andy decided to not tell them that their relative was a sinner, living in sin, a life of abomination. Yes I forgot to tell you as I forgot myself that Elsie and Andy are god fearing christians who can’t understand the ‘choice’ that Bill made in his life. If you met these people you’d think they were intelligent, until you see the only book on their shelf was one book written by many men many years ago.

Yes, that’s how they live their life in 21st century New York City. She harangued Bill somewhat and Bill wasn’t taking the bait. As if he didn’t have enough to worry about. Stupid christians. And what if one of their sons turns out gay? I told Bill that he should have asked Elsie about when Elsie made her choice to be straight. And what about Andy Capp’s glitter rock past? What about those photos of the boys dad in makeup and lipstick? Oh the price of heterosexuality.

These are the people that invited Bill to Thanksgiving dinner a few years ago, specifically not inviting me. Roda had us over for Thanksgiving dinner that year with his family. Now that’s what I would call Christian. Basically I don’t care if I ever see these relatives of Bill’s again. We had gone and supported Andy Capp’s lame ass performance at some cafe downtown a few years ago. For them support is a one way street, and sometimes that street leads to Bill’s wallet because someone doesn’t want to work, so they could follow their nonexistent singing career. And I was thinking about putting this wanker in touch with some people I know? Fuck that and his bald head.

One good thing that came out of Bill telling me that was that it does make me appreciate my family that much more, despite whatever hang ups they might have had regarding me and Bill, they accepted him with open arms, and when Bill and I had that falling out a couple of years ago, they forgave Bill as I had. And there were children involved. Elsie and Andy Capp wanted Bill to stay in the closet so they wouldn’t have to deal with telling their kids about reality. Bill decided not to.

Deal with it bitches.