Juan sits on the futon couch whatevs. He’s using the Thera Spa 15 Speed Professional Percussion Massager and making it sound like he has a voice box. Yes, we’re of the altered state of New Jersey. Just lounging about in the apartment listening to music that he’s turning me onto, bands like the Penelope Tree, Postal Service, Jenny Lewis, Bjork with the Brodsky Quartet as well as the Peppercorns. A truly mellow evening. We watched his most favorite movie ever, Mean Girls, which I admit is a pretty good movie. Reminded me of the late great TV show, Popular. And that’s not a bad thing. Not at all. Very funny script by Tina Fey by the way.

It was certainly a mellow day. I got the Lopez’s bagels and the newspaper. Bill was puttering about getting ready to drive some Spanish Nationals around Manhattan. I had my usual weekend egg breakfast. It was hot and humid by 10:00 AM. Read the papers, Bill left and I started the laundry. It was a mellow day. I watched Kenny the Shark and then somehow got sucked into the Cartoon Network. The broadcast of Today in New York was finished a half hour earlier and it threw my whole sense of time slightly askew.

At noon I decided to jump on a bus into the city and getting a web cam. It’s been awhile and I’ve been meaning to get one for a long time. A lot of people fled the city and it was pretty much deserted though the sidewalk cafes were filling up quickly. The good looking men and women from yesterday fled the city. I wandered through Bryant Park again, listening to the Arcade Fire. I was headed to CompUSA despite Randy suggesting J&R down by City Hall. I would if I were headed to the World Trade Center like I usually do after work, but being the weekend I opted for the path of least resistance, which did not mean the Path, at least into the city.

Found the web cam that I researched online and wandered back to the Path train, which was relatively empty. I sat across from two Mexican queens who kept alternatively cruising me. I was flattered but they were incredibly swish. It definitely looked like summer in Hoboken. You can tell by the available parking spaces. I picked up the dry cleaning and wished both cleaners a happy weekend since they rarely get two days off in a row.

Came home and tried setting up the web cam, which took some effort on the computers part, not mine. If I’m ever going to get on Dateline I figured this would be the best and easiest way. Luckily Juan was coming over and knew how to get things running the way I wanted them to. Well actually friends of Juan’s. Juan doesn’t trust anyone over 16 with a computer. Makes sense, sort of.

Juan was getting attached to the Thera Spa 15 Speed Professional Percussion Massager, but he’s since resisted its charms. I have been more dependent on it since I started writing this tonight. Best to quit while I’m ahead.

A summer day today. Hit 80 degrees. Could this be a long hot summer? It is pleasant to walk to work under leafy trees. I’m sure birds are singing but I’m too busy playing my iPod, which I almost wrote as ‘my walkman.’ Plantain man was unloading a truck so I paid for my bananas to his boss. Path train was not crowded at all this morning which made me think a lot of people were taking extra time off to start their Memorial Day weekend early. Hopefully it will be even less crowded. Newsflash: Rail Power Outage all day. That’s why it was empty. All the suburbanites were not traveling on the trains. 10,000 commuters stranded.

Neck was feeling much better. I’m trying to improve my posture while I sit at a computer and it’s working somewhat. The familiar slouch creeps in and with it a twinge of pain that makes me snap to. Felicia is quite the party girl it seems though she didn’t get fucked last night, she did get fucked up.

Mrs. Stine Lopez arrived safe and sound and I haven’t seen her yet. Tomorrow is her birthday and Julio is planning something maybe. And then there’s Rocky. Tomorrow is his birthday. I have a chiropractic appointment then it’s a tete a tete with Philip Beansprout. I should pick something up for Stine. It would be so much easier if I didn’t have to see Philip.

But it’s too late to back out. He could always back out on me I suppose. I’d be cool with it.

I got a phone call from Joe, a guy who works in a newsstand in midtown. He called me up. Has some Gauloises. Yes, I’ve been stockpiling. I made a beeline up to midtown and saw Joe and did the transaction. It seemed shady but wasn’t. I hopped on an express train back downtown and got off at 14th street to catch a local. Every other train passed by except for the one 1 I needed. This is why I don’t like taking the train. When I’m pressed for time it becomes a really close shave and those that know me will testify that I can be quite impatient when a date or appointment is not kept. The only flaw in an otherwise spotless existence.

Just chilled at home alone tonight. Bill driving somewhere, calling me intermittently to tell me he loves me. I love to hear it. He loves to say it. A quiet evening watching TV, reading, chatting with some knuckleheads online. I like to chill and I like it even better when my neck doesn’t hurt. There goes the excuse for getting out of being drafted in the backyard. My neck is fine, or rather not hurting as much as it has been. Julio will probably try to test me if we meet up tomorrow night anyhow.

The weather was just on. Big storms predicted for the time I will be out running around Manhattan. Sometimes the best laid plans don’t get laid.