Monthly Archives: June 2009

Born on A Bayou

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Well it was back to work for me today. Nothing really happened, nothing to really write about. The mail was on my desk since people just didn’t know what to do with it while I was out.

Vivek and Sanjay are in India again. I did some snooping and saw they both got paid. Word from Vivek was that he hadn’t gotten paid in 3 months. Well a five figure amount should make him happy.

So who knows what’s going on? I don’t and the guy who actually might have a clue is now on the other side of the planet.

Last night was good but weird. Weird after drinking in the afternoon and then the come down during the night. Also weird since Bill gave up his Lawn hors d’eourve and stayed in the bedroom hunkered down over his laptop.

True Blood was good. That Maryanne. What’s her story? Ancient demon methinks. And Lafayette! What a story! That’s all I’m saying on that since I don’t want to be a spoiler.

Right now I’m so hungry, but not making dinner. I ran into Stine with Alexander on my way home. They were off to the park. Stine said she was making some dinner and was going to drop off a plate for me. That was more than fine with me.

Now Julio calls and it turns out I’m having dinner downstairs with the three of them. I’m looking forward it. Good to know that I won’t be the only one wearing a bib.

It rained a bit today, but not too much. Still it’s all hummus outside. I saw Chaz yesterday morning. He finally returned the Brian Eno/David Byrne CD, Everything That Happens Will Happen Today.

Not that I was jonesing for it. It was a bit of a letdown. That’s what I told the bartender at the Half King Bar yesterday. How once I got it and played it, I immediately lent it out.

Good old Chaz, always has some fresh music reading material, bless his heart. And it was nice of Andy to send me an email, telling me that Yes it is Howard, not Harold.

The two of them had a gay old time, much more social in those circles than me. I guess I am too standoffish. Not with Andy and Howard but with just about everyone else.

I did my best though. Will I go again? Unlikely. There is a plan about going out on Friday night, Bill, Juan and myself. Dancing if you can believe that.

We had been talking about it on and off for the past year or so and since Bill’s birthday approaches, in one week, it might be fun to do something over the weekend. Bill said he was into it, Juan is definitely into and me I am relatively ambivalent.

Time to go downstairs for dinner. Full review when I return.

And it was yet another Five Star Dinner by Stine, a beef stew which was way better than any stew that I’ve had before. I was never fond of my mother’s beef stew by the way.

Julio and I had polished off a bottle of wine, Stine had her Zinfandel and Alexander pointed and shouted a lot trying to get my attention. No more baby food for him!

It was a nice evening , very adult. Good times, good food, good people.

I came home with leftovers which I promptly reheated for Bill who had just gotten home. Now it’s time for this weeks Weeds and Nurse Jackie.

Fragile

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Another rainy day and I’m tired of writing that as you are probably tired of reading it. It’s a Sunday, just got back a few minutes after spending a couple of hours in Manhattan with Juan.

We checked out the Folsom East street fair which left me whelmed and I think Juan felt the same way. I had gone a few times before, this was Juan’s first visit.

Probably my last. It’s a bore, personally for me. Juan was catching an eyeful every time he’d crack his neck. It’s was raining on and off.

Before I caught up with Juan I hung out by the Half King Bar on 23rd Street where I sat inside having a pint and watching the rain fall outside..

Had a good chat with the bartender about Brian Eno and Talking Heads. At $4.00 a pint I was a bit chatty, even recommended the Eno biography that I finished last week.

A good happy hour as well as a buy back ensured a decent tip before Juan and I headed out to the street fest.

Ran into Andy and his buddy Howard (Harold?). Haven’t seen them since Chaz’ Holiday Party in January, though Andy and I keep up via email on B-52’s or Beatles info.

After that Juan and I had some food at the Moonstruck diner on 23rd Street and Ninth Avenue before heading to the Path train.

I hoped to make it home in time to watch True Blood but Bill had the TV privileges first and was watching Lawn Hors d’oeuvre Criminal Intent.

He graciously gave it up and went into another room. I tried to change it back to CI since he changed it to True Blood but he insisted that he wasn’t going to watch it anyway.

Last night I finally saw Slumdog Millionaire. It was very good actually. Danny Boyle did it again. I enjoyed Trainspotting and Slumdog Millionaire was almost as good as that. Very inventive storytelling.

Just finished with True Blood tonight. Quite good. So far this season has been more intense that last season. Sookie Stackhouse and her world, it almost makes me want to read the vampire series of books.

That’s not going to happen but it is engrossing enough.

Back to work tomorrow, back to limbo. None of the usual Sunday night anxiety, I guess that’s because the end is near. Not exactly in sight but it’s coming. I just wish they’d get it over with actually.

Since Juan is here and True Blood is over, Bil is in the next room on the laptop, I put on Weeds from last week, followed by Nurse Jackie. I think Juan will enjoy them both.

Right now I’m pretty sure the Guinness is slowing down tonight’s posting. It’s just not flowing as it usually does.

That’s not your concern of course, as I inch closer to the 500 word count. Yes, I’m filling space, killing time. Plus my typing skills are worth shit right now.

Typo city.

And of course I can’t use spell Czech. I have to go and correct every underlined word. But that’s that, and I’m over the 500 word count, so there.