johnozed

About johnozed

I'm 50+ years old, 210-ish#, 6'2", reddish blonde, blue eyes with glasses (and without) masculine, funny, relatively intelligent, enjoy the company of assorted friends and family especially sordid friends and family. I love music, reading, writing, conversing, laughing, going to films, shows, concerts and smoking cigars. And I also enjoy looking nice in a suit and tie. Looking more like Lewis Lapham than Tom Wolfe. I'm sure there is more, but we'll just have to find out when I write about it. In a lifetime relationship with partner Bill Vila.

Back to work today. Woke up and didn’t want to tempted to take the day off, but decided against it. I do have close to two weeks vacation coming towards me, and was planning to take off the last week of the year like I did last year, but someone has to go in and it fell to me to be that someone. Not that I was going anywhere. It’s on my terms, the going in that is. I’ll be in two half days, making that one whole day, maybe. The office is only going to be open Wednesday and Thursday anyhow, no biggie. Same for the following week, when I’ll be in two half days. In theory I plan on bringing in all this crap in the apartment and shred it at work on the heavy duty shredder. Yeah, that’s the plan, lug it across state lines and shred shred shred the hours away.

But that’s not now, that’s later so I’ll deal with it later. Last night yesterday was so mellow it was almost forgettable. Watched TV of course, mainly 60 Minutes which was informative naturally. Christians in Iraq, hiding and worshiping much like the early Christians in Rome I suppose. Then there was the guy who wants to give every child in the world a lap top. He wasn’t too happy since there were other CEO’s planning on doing the same thing for humanitarian reasons of course. Then came the Will Smith interview. He’s a likable fellow, I don’t hate him, like I hate Morgan Freeman. I just hate Morgan Freeman since everyone else seems to like him, in reality I do like him. How could I not? That would be like hating Jimmy Stewart and this time of year, it’s not the thing to do, what with It’s A Wonderful Life coming up for broadcast soon enough. I invested in a few boxes of tissues for when that event comes around.

I heard from Chaz today, he asked me if I wanted to go see Sly and the Family Stone at BB King’s Nightclub. I said, For Free? And Chaz responded that it would be an early Christmas present, all I would have to buy him a beer. Not a problem, I’ll buy him two beers, maybe three if Sly Stone or Sylvester Stewart actually shows up. Maybe taking Friday off won’t be so bad, I’ll be able to chill out and see the show after relaxing all day. We’ll see about that. Last night Harpy called me to tell me about a good documentary on Don Rickles on HBO.

I caught most of it until it was time to catch Dexter. That’s getting convoluted plot wise, Dexter showed some actual anger and finished with the thinking that he actually killed his adopted father and must have blacked it out. Oops! That’s a spoiler. The only one who actually reads this blog and knows about Dexter is Harpy and he’s read the books that the show is based upon so I don’t think I’m giving anything away. Soon after that I was asleep, waking up at the beginning of this entry.

A Sunday spent mainly indoors. Not a bad way, considering that now it’s 30 degrees outside and that’s the highest it’s been all day as far as I can tell. Yesterday was ok, nothing much to report, nothing much in the way of replies either. So much for that. There was a plan to meet up with Rand for a drink at McSwells around 8:00. Bill showed up around 7:00 just to run in and get his boots before he went back to his mother’s apartment. I texted Rand to let him know I was going to be there at 8:30 instead, so I might be able to spend some more time with Bill.

But Bill was in and out and his visit was about 15 minutes. That was ok, he has to do what he has to do, and it freed me up some more time so I wouldn’t have to hustle and get ready to go out. I walked up to McSwells, listening to the iPod which I put on shuffle. Oddly enough two Paul McCartney songs came up, followed by a Beatles track. Got to McSwells, Rand wasn’t there. I was proofed at the door and the door guy didn’t recognize my id, being a NJ State ID, it doesn’t look authentic, but it is. I mentioned that I used to work there and the door guy put a yellow wrist band on my hairy wrist. Ouch.

I had a quick pint then ran out for a quick smoke. Rand was turning the corner midway through the smoke and we went inside. The timing was perfect because as soon as we both walked in, two seats opened up at the crowded bar. Four or five bands were playing last night, and the crowd would ebb and flow like the tide between acts. We had some catching up to do since I hadn’t seen Rand in a few months it seemed. Perhaps even longer than that. We mainly communicate through texting each other these days. He’s busy, and I guess I’m lazy.

Still it was good to hang out over drinks and share a plate of French fries. I did ask Rand if he wanted to go back to my place which was probably the first time I had ever said that in a bar in any sense, sexually or platonically and in any event the idea was turned down. After a few pints and me stepping out for two more smokes, we settled out bill which was quite low, considering the amount we drank, and tipped extravagantly. I was home by 11:30, and watched a bit of SNL, though about 45 minutes into it, I started to feel the effects of the Guinness and decided it would be best to go to sleep, rather than watch a repeat from last year.

Slept better than I did the night before and woke up to snow falling outside the window. Took me by surprise since I was expecting the snow until later in the day. I got myself together and headed out, calling Julio to see if he and Stine and her parents wanted any bagels. He was a bit groggy after having gone and seen Momma Mia last night with his wife and in laws on Broadway. Got the bagels and headed home and haven’t been out since. I don’t think I missed anything. Do you?

And here are some pics of the snow in Hoboken…..