Monthly Archives: June 2009

Love is Like Oxygen

Just got back from McSwells, a late posting. Only slightly inebriated though which isn’t so bad. Before I write anything else, Bill will be on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon tonight. He’s going to be a Saudi King awarding Jimmy Fallon a medal much like a Saudi King gave a gold necklace to Barack Obama yesterday.

Who knows by the time I post this tonight Jimmy Fallon could have come and gone. Anyway kudos to Bill for landing the gig. I love that guy and I’m damn proud of him. Oh that inebriation…

It was a good visit to McSwells with Rand and our third mind, Susan Shed.

Rand and Susan and myself used to hang out quite a bit, sampling various jazz cigarettes back in the day. The three of us were generally in stitches, laughing hysterically, perhaps because we were actually funny, perhaps because we were all red eyed and jazzy.

Time went on, other interests and people entered our lives and suddenly we weren’t hanging out that much. But both Rand, Susan Shed and myself looked back from time to time and decided, why not meet up again and have a few giggles.

No significant others involved, no need to explain inside jokes. Other names came up, names like Bill, Lisa, Stan, Rita and of course Mr. Lovable, Steve Saporito.

Whatever feelings I might have felt for Steve ages ago are long gone and all I feel is admiration for the big lug. Susan had difficulty accepting that, but that’s her thing not mine. He’s a good guy after all, always was.

Emotions ran deep then, now not so much, if at all. He’s doing well and I’m happy for him.

Susan was herself and how could she be anyone else? Lot’s of laughs, rapid fire chatter. Some gossip about people who we don’t see anymore. Rand had his own gossip about similar people. I had no gossip.

Roda was managing and as always it was good to see him.

Juan is around this weekend and I’m thinking of a return visit to McSwells instead of hanging out here in the apartment. Ideally, a trip to Summerstage or rather the rock by Summerstage to listen to TV on the Radio and Dirty Projectors but right now the weather report is on and they’re talking about a lot of rain. So perhaps staying inside is the way to go.

As always we’ll have to play it by ear. And Juan’s input is important too so if he has an idea, any idea I wouldn’t be averse to it. He has dropped hints about going to the Eagle in the past so if he wants to do that then I guess I’m in.

Rand, Susan and myself all agreed to meet up again, once a month. No significant others. The chemistry is good for three. Any more could be a mistake. It was a good hang with Rand and Susan Shed.

We talked about what to do on July 4th and also discussed seeing Macca at the new Mets stadium. So far that makes Bill, Annemarie, Earl, Rita, Susan, Rand, Lisa and me. Brian and Frank and their spouses are still up in the air. Tickets go on sale June 15th.

I hope they have standing room on the field. That’s what I would going for. I doubt it would be the set up like when the Beatles played in 1965-66, stage at 2nd base, everyone in the stands. I guess it would be like the Who/Clash show in the 1980’s with everyone on the field.

Anyway that’s it. I’m beat. Got to get ready to watch Bill on Jimmy Fallon at 12:35 and here it is 11:35. An hour so be enough time to get ready.

All We Ask

Let’s see, just got home and I turned on the news. One of the items was about a statue for Ronald Reagan that was unveiled in the Capitol building. A brilliant idea. That the fact that the current economic situation is directly because of his policies of deregulation should be of no consequence.

All the Republicants gathered around weepy Nancy, all sporting wood from the illusion that those glory days of the 1980’s will return. It ain’t gonna happen wankers.

Today the nation is too busy trying to fix things that were caused by his dislike of the Keynesian methods that got this country on it’s feet after the banking collapse that caused the great depression.

But then again a bronze statue the color of shit is a perfect match. I wonder if it gives off the smell of bull shit. I certainly do not miss that Gipper.

It’s Wednesday which means work wise it’s Thursday. For me at least.

I’m a bit excited that it’s now official that Paul McCartney will be playing CitiField and tickets will be on sale Monday, June 15. Hopefully they won’t be too expensive. I plan on taking Bill for his birthday.

Not that Bill is a big McCartney fan, or even a big fan of the Beatles. I just think it would be a very fun thing to do. I think he would like it. He’s never been to a big rock show and Macca always delivers.

Plus since it’s near where the Fabs played Shea Stadium it has an extra emotional resonance. It would be cool if my siblings and their spouses could make it and I really hope they can get it together.

I wasn’t able to make it to what could be the Ludes final performance at the Grain and the Grape in the East Village last night.

I was too busy being surrounded by good looking men in suits who also thought I was a good looking man in a suit. I think it worked out nicely.

I would have liked to have done both but that was out of the question. Gone are the days of me trekking across town from one event to another. For me it takes considerable effort just to make it to one event.

If it’s in the city and I am at home in Hoboken then it’s akin to moving mountains.

I’m sure the show went well. When I saw the Ludes at Kenny’s Castaways they had a good crowd and their performance was sincere and heartfelt. I wouldn’t expect anything different last night.

I did get a nice email from Tim Stout who organized what could be the last Suit Night at G Lounge. Tim thanked me for showing up and said I looked sharp. For me I was a Four in Hand knot surrounded by a room consisting almost entirely of Full Windsors.

But to get a compliment from such a sharp gentleman as Tim was high praise enough for me. And to meet some fellows that I had chatted with a few years ago online was a surprising touch. I’m certainly glad I wasn’t rude to them then. I asked and they said I wasn’t.

No rude boy me.

I was glad to have made it home last night to catch the season finale of Lawn Hors d’oeuvre SUV with Bill. Very good episode even though I figured it out midway through.

And one last bit of good news from the New York Times:
New Hampshire’s governor, John Lynch, has signed legislation
that makes the state the sixth to allow same-sex marriage.

The law will take effect in January. New Hampshire joins
Massachusetts, Connecticut, Maine, Vermont and Iowa in
recognizing same-sex marriages.

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