Welcome to my bad mood. Yes it’s Wednesday, not that you would care. I don’t know why I’m in a bad mood. It could have something to do with the idiots and crazy people that ride the 126 bus back from Manhattan at the end of the day. Including the cat lady who rode the bus with her cat’s head sticking out of the bag. It could be that I had to sit in the cramped last seat with my knees flush against the seat before me, enabling me to feel every fucking pothole on the ride back And when I maneuvered to move from crampville to an empty seat, cat lady suddenly moved from her ample seat (where I usually sit) to a smaller spot.

It could be the fact that Vivek, dear Vivek never said anything yesterday about his trip today. Today he mentioned it though, saying that he wouldn’t be able to go to Orlando at 2:30 this afternoon and he wouldn’t be able to stay there until Friday. Of course it’s easy to change an itinerary on the day of the trip, much less an hour before you’re supposed to depart. Actually it was easy to do. I used expedia.com and they were able to refund the money. But it was the running back and forth from my desk trying to track down Vivek to ask him if this trip was alright, or would a stop in Atlanta be a problem. The main difficulty was trying to find him.

It could also be that today was Carla the receptionist’s last day and I’m going to miss her a lot. She’s good people and I’ve come to really rely on her quite a bit. Initially I was thinking that it would be more work for me which I didn’t mind since finding things to do in the office has been getting harder. But as her leaving became reality I thought, ‘what of they find out I’m an idiot?’ Yes that old bugaboo popped up today, that old crippler, self doubt.

I tool Carla out to lunch today and that was a chore, not anything that Carla did, just that we were trying to coordinate our schedules so that Natalie, who will be filling in for Carla, could go to lunch. That difficulty was from dealing with expedia over the phone and trying to get Vivek pinned down to an acceptable departure time. We had a good lunch eventually, winding up at O’Neills, an Irish pub a few blocks away from the office where I had a burger and a pint of Guinness and Carla had a mushroom burger with a pint of Budweiser. Ew.

Or my bad mood could be attributed to the fact that I simply woke up this morning and as it was a lot cooler, cool enough to wear a suit, it got muggy again this afternoon and my white shirt seemed transparent on my walk across town to the bus terminal.

Or it could be the war and the bulletins I get from Media Matters about the repubicans and Fuck Snooze. It’s overwhelming sometimes and it gets my Irish up.

In any event, I am home now in Hoboken, and I don’t plan on seeing anyone until tomorrow which is best for all concerned. I did get a box of cigars from Billie in DC and that was very nice.

Here’s an autumnal photo

Well the temperature dropped but it rained. It’s true be careful what you wish for. That’s why I always wish for $99,999,999 dollars. Nice number and if I get it, you can bet that I would handle that money like no one’s business. I think I’d have Julio be my money manager. I trust him and he’s good with his own money, why wouldn’t he be good with mine? Anyway with the temperature dropping, I found myself under dressed. Not a good day for culottes I tell you. And don’t even get me started on the high beams.

A pair of dopplegangers today. Saw a Nick Lattanzio type that no one would know except for me, and a bald Johnny Carson look alike. Johnny Carson is dead, that much we know, and last I heard Nick Lattanzio was living in Clifton NJ with his wife, Bonita. And that was twenty years ago. I can’t imagine that Nick would be a delivery man in midtown Manhattan. Nick’s family and my family were friendly for a spell in the sixties/seventies, then everyone drifted apart. I met up with Nick Lattanzio when I started working for the book company in 1978. Nick and I started the same day and worked in the same department. He was a cutie, and I think he knew it. But still I wish him well. Twenty years. Yikes!

Occasionally when I ride an elevator or on a corner, waiting for a light to change, if I find myself with three or four other people, I think about what the band photo would look like. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, but mostly I wind up being the coolest person in the group.

From what Carla the soon to be ex-receptionist tells me, the Arcade Fire/LCD Soundsystem show on Saturday was great. She was there for the whole show from start to finish. She is 24 after all. Arcade Fire made an announcement that they won’t be in New York City for a few years, having been here quite often the past couple of years.

It looks like I’ll be back in a suit and tie tomorrow, which makes me happy. It finally feels like Rocktober.

Some people say cigars smell bad, I say tiparilllos smell worse. Ugh.

Five Years, Soul Love, and Rock and Roll Suicide have been playing on endless loop in my head.

Vivek asks me to book a flight to Orlando tomorrow from La Guardia. Three people, Vivek included. I find a decent price, get them all aisle seats and book the flight after working out the departure time. I deliver the info and the itineraries, only to hear Vivek stammer about how he might not be able to go. He should have told me beforehand, maybe when he asked me to book a flight for him perhaps? He’s taking care of it himself or so he says. I was willing to do it since I knew all the info, I did submit it initially after all. Someone might be eating $459.00 and it ain’t going to be me.

I walked across town in between raindrops and got online at the terminal for the bus. After finally boarding the bus, standing room only, as the bus leaves the gate the rear view mirror hits something leaving it hanging there. The bus driver, rolls forward and gets out trying to align the darn thing again. It didn’t really take as she drove carefully, hoping no one would come creeping up on the right side. As we left the Lincoln Tunnel, it was good bye mirror. People wound up looking out the window yelling instructions to the bus driver as she navigated Willow Avenue which is a bit narrow.

I don’t know karate, but I know Ka-razy!

Here’s a pic of a hot guy standing near me at lunch.


Happy birthday Dr. Winston O’Boogie.