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It’s a Friday and it stopped snowing, now it’s raining and it’s 30 degrees. Good time to stay indoors and thats what I’ve basically done all day. No errands for Bill which was fine by me. I slept in until about 10:00. Last night was Lost night and since it was about Kate it was very interesting. I do think Kate looks hotter on the island, sans make up where is the scenes from the future she is made up. It was good but with every answer given, more questions pop up. A nice escape from what has been going on lately.

Also left a message for my cousin Neil, regretfully canceling our attendance at his wedding party. He called back today and we chatted, Neil offered the condolences from his side of the family. Nice touch that Neil. Today was all about snow. I did go out for a few minutes into 6 inches of snow. I timed it as best as I could since the snow was going to turn to rain.

A few phone calls with Bill. I guess I am helping by being there for him as he bounces around Manhattan and Queens. I think a few friends are helping him out financially with the funeral costs, I know I am. I had to explain to Bill who I guess never really had good friends, that it’s times like this, when friends are there by your side, willing to help our anyway that they can. He was choked up with their generosity.

I watched Defending Your Life which I think is one of the best movies about life, death and what happens afterwards. I first saw it in 1991 with Julio in Secaucus, and loved it then, getting all weepy at the end. It also came in handy when my mother died a month later, since I was able to fantasize that my mother had progressed to the next level, not being sent back to Earth.

I suppose that ties into the whole reincarnation scheme, trying to improve your life with each go round so you won’t be born again. Well that’s my take of it. I wished Bill was here to watch it with me, but he has it on DVD so that means he likes it as much as I do. Why else would he own the dvd? I remember when I met Lee Grant while working at Right Track Recording and I made a point to tell her I loved her in that movie. Yes, it was a geek moment.

It’s a Friday night now, and I’m doing what I’ll be doing for the rest of the night. Just hanging out and watching TV. Too wet and cold out, nice and toasty inside. That’s alright by me. A mellow evening at best. Lot’s of reading to do, there’s this blog, endless emails. You know how it is. Tomorrow promises to be slushy and cold so it will more than likely be more of the same which it is day after day, isn’t it?

Here’s some pics from this morning’s excursion

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One Scotch, One Bourbon, One Beer

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It’s back to work for me and millions of other people today. It wasn’t so bad. Last night was a definite chill out time, came back from seeing Cloverfield, and I finished reading the days papers. Almost done with the latest New Yorker so I might be up to date next week when the new issue comes in. The tooth still acting up a bit, not haywire like it was Saturday night but I took precautions. Bill had a bottle of whiskey, Canadian Mist that has been on the shelf since we moved here, and I decided to numb out the tooth with a shot or two. It certainly did the trick, took the edge off my mouth.

I settled in for the night, watching the Grammy’s which is something I hadn’t done in years. Just because the music I generally listen to doesn’t make the cut. But being it was the 50th broadcast I thought something might be happening. Kanye West was amazing with his Daft Punk single, Stronger, was just really good, almost as good as Ricky Martin when he blew the roof off. Not that I’m a fan of Ricky Martin’s music, but he sure is easy on the eyes. He’s also the second musician that I had an erotic dream about. The first was Ruben Blades years and years ago. Kayne West also did a number about his mother. It was written before she passed away a few months ago but it was touching nonetheless.

The Wire came on at 9:00 and I switched over while recording the rest of the awards program. The Wire was once again, intense. Just waiting for it all to come down. Marlo should be getting his, but since this show is relatively true to life, Marlo might get away with it all. Omar, after jumping four or five flights to the ground wound up hiding in the same building in the janitor’s room with a busted ankle. And McNulty kept getting drunk while the reporter kept making up stories though the noose is tightening on his neck with each keystroke. After that hour long trip to the depths of Baltimore, I switched back to the Grammy’s.

I did catch earlier, The Time who were great, playing with Rhianna who sang Umbrella, her big hit single from last year. And Amy Winehouse was very good via satellite from London. I went to bed after watching Herbie Hancock win his Album of the Year, River: The Joni Letters which are his interpretations of Joni Mitchell’s songs. I guess. Fell fast asleep, thanks to the one Advil PM and slept quite soundly. I woke up around 6:30 which is a half hour later than I should. I was in the middle of a dream where I was being chased around a beer hall/refugee camp by none other than Siouxsie from Siouxsie and the Banshees. Normally I’d probably stop and chat but she was pissed off at me for some reason and every time I would close a door on her she would blow the door down with her singing. I woke up groggy and tried to get back to the dream after texting Linda the receptionist that I was going to be late.

Plus it was 10 degrees outside and I couldn’t deal with that right away. No more Siouxsie dream as I lay there trying to get back to the beer hall. I got out of bed fifteen minutes later and that’s when the day began for me. I told Bill about what was going on with my tooth and how I opened the bottle of Canadian Mist whiskey, all covered in greasy dust. Even through an online chat I knew something was wrong and there was. It turned out Bill was saving that bottle for a special occasion. I wondered what kind of special occasion would it take for someone who rarely drinks, his limit is usually one pint of Guinness, to open a bottle of whiskey?

I asked why the bottle was for such a special occasion and he said that some guy he was trying to date/get laid/whatever gave it to him at a Hope and Remembrance gathering and that’s when he wanted decided to save the Canadian Mist for a rainy day. He’s still upset and trying to forget it. There is still more than 2/3 left and I lit a candle, pouring wax over the top of it so he could reopen and break the new seal should he ever cross paths with the enabler of Hope and Remembrance.