Interesting Things as of Late | johnozed

Well last night was mainly about coming down from having beers with Harpy. I hardly ever drink anymore, and rarely, if I do, drink during daylight hours. The ride home though relatively easy took a lot out of me. I was basically a zombie walking through the back streets of Hoboken headed back home. I think I did a good job of writing about Harpy. He was a bit concerned that I would be denigrating him somewhat, but that’s not my modus operandi. He was portrayed in a good light which should make Harpy happy. Couldn’t do much else after writing, I was that spent.

I watched TV of course, spoke with Juan who was up for his birthday, having dinner with his family. He was hoping to come over, and I basically told him the cut off point was 11:00 since I wasn’t sure what state of mind if any, I would be in. Bill phoned after last night’s performance of Pap Smear. It’s the final weekend, and he had a full house. He was awfully tired and not looking forward to sleeping on the sofa bed with it’s bar of pain, so he decided, despite his fatigue to walk down from 43rd street and Eighth Avenue to 14th street and Avenue C. He called me as he was walking, and if you know Bill you know how enthusiastic he can be. Well, being tired doesn’t matter because he can still talk quite a bit which was moving me into the arms of Morpheus, the god of dreams.

I was exhausted after that and continued watching TV. Stayed up late enough to watch Bill Maher, master of snarkiness. Juan called as it was ending, furious with his family. Major issues with his dad, who judging from what Juan had to say is a total jerk, putting it mildly, since he’s not my father. That was even more taxing on my conscious state, and I unfortunately had to cut him off since I was listening with one eye open, headed towards sleep. He was headed to his own personal Moscow, looking into a Czar position. He needed to vent and I needed to sleep so I told him to call me when he woke up.

I slept wonderfully, no middle of the night wake ups, sleep about 8 hours or so which was just fine. The sky was battleship gray so there was no trying to hide from the sun as I lay in bed. Slept until 9:00 and had some coffee, before realizing that I had very little to eat in way of breakfast. That meant going out and foraging. Bagels, yes, bagels were on the menu. And other food stuffs. Made it to the supermarket and bought a lot, proving the adage to be true, that you shouldn’t go food shopping when you’re hungry.

Laundry needed to be done and of course I forgot to buy detergent when I shopped. I had enough to get by. Juan instant messaged me, he was heading into the city to get some clothes and asked if I wanted to go. I nearly said no, then I realized, that I hardly ever do anything on weekends, and I rarely see Juan so I said yes. Met him at the Path train and we rode in to 34th street. It was crazy crowded but we navigated the crowds. The it was a hop to the village where Juan went to Urban Outfitters. I bought Juan two hot dogs and a grape drink at Papaya King. Back to Hoboken where I’m at now, Juan headed down to Ewing for more partying on his birthday weekend. So, it’s all good, isn’t it?

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Did not want to get too close

Herald Square Station

The Birthday Boy? Nay, The BIRTHDAY MAN!!!
Juan will more than likely hate this pic.

It’s a Friday and it’s been quite a day. Woke up around 4:00 thinking it was 6:00. Almost woke up Bill, going so far as to nudge him as he slept. I soon gave up, not because I knew the correct time (I didn’t) just that I had to pee. I drink a lot of water during the day and sometimes I just got to go, in the middle of the night. Back to bed after spying the correct time and slept as deeply as I could for two more hours and before long, Bill was kissing me goodbye as he was headed out the door. That stirred me somewhat, enough to get my ass out of bed, into the shower and out the door in time to catch that 7:10 bus into Manhattan.

I would have liked to have taken the day off, but I was taking a half day anyhow. Harpy called me up the other night, with one of the best guilt trips ever. Harpy broke his heel on October 14 and has been housebound ever since. He doesn’t have insurance. He mentioned that he’s been back in Manhattan for two years and not once had I gone and visited him. That was true, but then again, I don’t visit anyone lately. He did an end run, mentioning that I write so often about not having anything to do, why don’t I just go up and visit him? He had a point, so I decided to go visit him. I was going to go yesterday after work, but I didn’t. Yesterday I just wanted to go home and do nothing, then write about having nothing to do. It’s a vicious circle, but I’ve grown accustomed to it, despite the dizzy effect of being in such a circle.

It was a slow enough day that taking half a day wouldn’t matter much to anyone. That was fine by me. Harpy asked me to bring cigarettes and beer, two things that we both enjoy greatly. I left the office at around 1:30, having spent 5.5 hours there. I walked across town and at 42nd and Eighth Avenue I went into Duane Reade and bought a 12 pack of Heineken and two packs of Marlboros for the fabulous invalid known as Harpy. I hopped in the A Train and soon enough I was getting off at 175th Street and Fort Washington Avenue.

Harpy has a really great apartment, a little bigger than our apartment in Hoboken for just a little bit more money. We immediately caught up and started drinking. Harpy loves playing the DJ and so he was playing things off his mac, off his pc and actually played vinyl. No Hot Tuna though, as it was a Jorma free zone. After about 3 hours all twelve beers were gone, Harpy having 7 to my five. I wanted to leave while the sun was still out as it was getting chilly and I had forgotten to wear a coat. A short walk to the GWB Bus Terminal and a few minutes later I was on a bus to Union City.

A very cold bus, and after five beers on an empty stomach made me nod off for a few minutes, waking up looking at darkness outside and freezing inside. Nice nap, not very relaxing though. I decided to take the light rail back to Hoboken from Union City. I needed to get rid of some of the beer I was carrying and asked a policeman at the light rail station is there was a rest room. There wasn’t but he allowed me to use the employee restroom. I was in and out of there in about two minutes and then on the light rail to Hoboken where I walked home twenty minutes later.

It was nice to visit Harpy. Next time I’ll plan it better, now that I know how easy it is to get to his apartment.

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Headed to work