Monthly Archives: December 2010

I Fall in Love Too Easily

I am very glad to be home after an abbreviated day of work. It’s New Years Eve and to be in Manhattan, or more precisely anywhere near midtown is insane. I work in midtown. I was a bit bitter earlier and I was not going to write because of that bitterness.

Who wants to read a bitter rant on New Years Eve? That’s why there are 364 other days to write. But sometimes the bitterness comes to a boil and it’s usually best to do something about it. It’s not just bitterness, maybe that is a little too strong a word.

Perhaps it’s the holiday pressure, working retail, trying to get out of a city that a lot of people are trying to get into. In any event, I am simply glad to be home.

We do have plans, Bill & I. We’re heading out to Arthur’s Steakhouse for dinner in a little while, followed by cigars and a stroll around Hoboken, then back home for a spell before heading over to Rand & Lisa’s.

I’m just feeling so beaten that I would be content to stay home. But it will be good to see Rand & Lisa, as well as other friends. I haven’t seen rand since October and I saw Lisa briefly on the street on Christmas Eve. When I saw Lisa I had just gotten off the bus after work so who knows what state of mind I appeared to be in.

We’re leaving at 8:30 and right now it’s 8:13. Animal Crackers is on right now. Bill never saw it before whereas I’ve seen it at least a dozen times. It is good to laugh. Of course I am distracted by the Marx Brothers and find myself watching them, instead of writing.

It’s now 8:20. I had better start getting ready. I will right more when I get back from dinner. Still haven’t left yet. Bill had some last minute thing to do on the computer so I’m watching Chico & Harpo Marx play cards with Margaret Dumont.

Now we’re home. Dinner was nice at Arthur’s. Don’t eat steak so much these days so it was special for me and Bill. He’’s watching his weight and no more sweets, no more Cinnabon. He did allow himself a slice of Chocolate Mousse cake since it’s a special occasion.

We’re listening to the B-52’s Funplex cd right now, just getting things ready before we head over to Rand and Lisa’s. I’m enjoying my cigar, a La Flor Dominicana Air Bender Valiente, which is perfect after a steak dinner. So I think I did good.

Not so much bitterness, just avoided all of that all together. No need to get into the ugly things in the past. Wouldn’t do me any good. A pint of Guinness is much more fitting to my mindset this New Year’s Eve.

I certainly hope that 2011 will be a better time for all concerned and Bala Cynwid gets it’s godforsaken act together. That’s all for now.

Have a happy and safe new year. Best wishes.

I Dream of You

I suppose it’s working retail that really tires me out. Dealing with people, standing around for 10 hours a day and not really going anywhere just walking around in circles will do that to you. Today was a day just like that.

Running around in circles. A lot of that today. Slept alright last night, my neck has been bothering me lately. Mainly it is from the pillows doing whatever it is that they want at night and for the past 2 nights I had a crink in my neck.

I was careful last night, doing my best to make sure that I would have much of a problem today. It worked somewhat, not much pain throughout the day. Still every now and then there would be a little twinge but not as bad as it had been.

I met Eliot Spitzer yesterday. he didn’t come into the cigar shop, but was walking by. I stepped outside and said hello, mentioning the mutual friend we had in common, a fantastic woman named Audra.

Audra went to school with my sister Annemarie and that’s how I knew her. And she was at the shindig that Bill and I had in July at Maxwells. He lit up when I mentioned Audra’s name and I later sent an email to Audra saying that I met the former Governor. Nice guy, shorter than I expected.

No bold face names like that today, except Don S. I left the cigar shop today to have lunch. It’s been warm enough, in the 40 degree range but the sidewalks are crap and the curbs and corners are lakes and ponds full of slush. Not much one can do about that.

Still it was good to get out of the store if only for an hour. Calvin still can’t understand why anyone would want to leave the cigar shop on their lunch hour. For him it would be difficult to come back inside. It is for me, but I realize it’s my duty, my job and someone is usually waiting for me to come back so they could take their lunch hour.

There is no news regarding Hyman Gross yet. Bill hasn’t heard anything and I doubt if Bill or myself were listed as a contact in case of emergency. We can only hope that no news is good news.

Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve. Bill and I will likely have dinner at Arthur’s Steakhouse in Hoboken, a short stroll around Hoboken, smoking cigars, going home for a spell before heading over to Rand & Lisa’s for their New Year’s Eve open house.

It’s what we’ve been doing for the past 10 years and if Rand & Lisa are willing we’ll probably be doing the same thing for the next 10 years.

Calvin did mention hanging out for a little while after work, to enjoy some nice cigars for the end of the year. He said Sean and the Bradley were into it, so basically I was cornered. I don’t mind. We’re closing the cigar shop at 5:00 so I hope to be home by 7:00. At least that’s the plan so far.

Don’t know if I’ll be writing tomorrow. Do you?