I got very drunk last night on two drinks. Two very strong drinks. The evening started out meekly, Juan hanging out, Bill arriving and Julio showing up with beer and ice soon after. Bill and I had our first session with Philip Beansprout at his office on 57th Street. It’s an old showbiz building with pictures of various residents and businesses from the past. A nice montage of Jose Ferrer hung near the door. He lived here at some point.

The session went well, Philip has a nice office with a much more comfortable couch with throw pillows and a varied selection of books. It was a reintroduction of sorts and was very pleasant. Afterwards we strolled down Fifth Avenue and talked a bit. We’re sometimes chatty afterwards, sometimes not. This was a not. I was thinking about my mother and Bill understood.

We came home and I spoke with Juan who came over and Julio who came up and the drinking began. Julio made an Absolut diet 7Up for me, which was subtly strong. It took some time to finish it and I made my own the next time. I could barely drink it. I was rocked. Bill had just gone to bed and Julio and Juan were here waiting for Bill Maher to come on which was the plan.

I was so drunk I wanted them to leave. I was drinking a lot of water and still couldn’t dilute the alcohol. As soon as the show ended the two of them were out. A minute later I was horizontal, sleeping the sleep of the damned.

Or merely drunk. Not enough food was the culprit.

This morning I woke up a little bit fuzzy headed. Not the dues paying for the Pipers Union problem. I was relatively ok. I had some coffee and got the bagels and the papers. I spoke with Julio who mentioned once again he had no clue how drunk I seemed. Juan felt that he was a bit drunk, but he had a Stella Artois and a vodka. I only had vodka and felt that.

A hearty breakfast was good, and doing laundry kept me busy and the gel cap that I took removed whatever edge there might have been. I spoke with RoDa and Juan and made plans to check out the Jean Michel Basquiat show at the Dietch Projects. Unfortunately I didn’t know there were a few branches of the Dietch Projects, fortunately the art we saw in the other branches were a lot of fun.

There was even a wish tree by Yoko Ono, which I participated in by writing a wish for love and peace. We found where the Basquiat show was and walked in. For RoDa it’s like a spiritual event, his love Jean Michel is that great. Probably as much as my fondness for Andy Warhol, and that adds a fun aspect in the fact that both Andy and Jean Michel collaborated and were good friends.

Afterwards we strolled around Soho and the Village making it back to Hoboken in time to hang out some more before RoDa going off to work at McSwells.

Bill is back from driving his bus to Foxwoods in Connecticut and we’re all watching ‘Swimming to Cambodia’ which Juan has never seen. So it was all good today. Here are some pics.

Blogarama! Same bat time, same bat channel. Didn’t have too good a day at work. It was Friday and it was my thirteenth day, so it was Friday the Thirteenth in some way. Yeah, that must be why. Maybe it was my last day of feeling apart from most everyone that works there and I am apart physically. I am about 100 feet away from everyone else. I only see them coming and going, no one lingers. I’m sure I can find an advantage in that.

Today was also Cinco de Mayo. A celebration of all that is Mexican. I’m fine with that, though I was surprised to see so many people lining up outside of bars. St. Patrick’s Day from south of the border. I don’t feel much like celebrating and Bill is out of sorts as well. Juan was supposed to come over tonight but he was thinking later, I was thinking sooner and with the mood of Bill and I, it would probably be best if we hung out tomorrow night instead.

Juan was cool with that because Juan is cool.

So we are just chilling tonight really on the down low, listening to music and not even thinking about watching Law and Order or anything else on TV. Maybe Bill Maher, but we can catch the rebroadcast. A good night’s sleep would be so nice. Now twenty years ago it was a different story. Ten years ago it was a different story. I loved the nightlife, I got to boogie. Actually just partied a lot, not much boogying was involved.

Now I sit at home, doing laundry and listening to the Buena Vista Social Club cd. Not an homage to Cinco de Mayo, they’re Cubanos. I do have a Selena track somewhere, a duet with David Byrne. She was Mexican. But now I’m playing Nothing from Nothing by Billy Preston. Trying to get Bill out of his doldrums would certainly help lift me out of mine. Now Beny More with the Rafael de la Paz Orchestra. Next up, Andre 3000.

Love Hater. I’ve just discovered Speakerboxx/The Love Below by Outkast. I’ve only played Andre’s cd. Haven’t got to Big Boi’s disc yet. Andre’s is so good.

It’s really been and up and down day. Trying to get up somehow. Bill just went to bed and it’s 9:30. Dos Viejo’s! But when you’ve made it this far and it really ain’t all that far at all, we’re entitled to moments in which we do nothing but crash. It ain’t easy carrying the world on your shoulders. Like I would know….

I’m as mellow as I could be. Now playing Laraaji, Meditation. Picked it out because it’s almost twenty minutes long and I won’t have to think about much of anything during that time. I guess it’s like, meditation. Duh.

Tomorrow I’m going to East Harlem with Bill to jam with his friend Tom from work. I have to bring my guitar. It should be interesting. I suggested it because Bill once jammed with him and it didn’t really work. So I offered my talent for playing guitar to perhaps provide impetus. I also thought I was Brian Eno.