It’s Thursday and it’s a rather ho hum kind of day. Woke up once again with Bill kissing me farewell as he left for work. I couldn’t wake up this morning but the kiss certainly helped. He made coffee again to my eternal gratitude. I showered, shaved and had some coffee, not enough milk for cereal so that meant an egg sandwich from West Indian Tony at Smilers on Fifth Avenue. That was something to look forward to as I rode on the bus reading 2Stoned by Andrew Loog Oldham. It’s the sequel to his first memoir, Stoned. Witty title, no?

It’s an enjoyable read, how arrogant and fucked up he was, in the Swingin’ Sixties. I know the Swingin’ Sixties is a legend, perhaps even a cliché, but he was, if not at the epicenter of the London Pop Scene, he was very close to it, as manager of the Rolling Stones and Immediate Records. He was also wrecked on all sorts of things as well as being manic depressive before that became a fashionable term. Oldham hasn’t spoken to Mick Jagger in quite a while though quotes from Keef, Marianne Faithfull, and Bill Wyman among others are throughout this book much like the first book.

West Indian Tony was as personable as ever. Always asking about how my man is doing. He seems really excited about Bill singing the national anthem next Friday, opening up for the WNBA’s New York Liberty. Tony hooked me up big time with an nice sandwich, even threw some bacon on it. I wished Tony a good weekend and headed off to work, listening to Queen Bitch by David Bowie. It seemed oddly appropriate for some reason. It was cool enough this morning so I didn’t have to change my t shirt when I got to the office.

Last night while walking to O.W. With Billie there was a sudden downpour which was violent but broke the humidity and made everything rather pleasant. Pleasant enough for a jazz cigarette while walking through the park with Billie and Bill. The park was deserted except for a couple of tourists anyway. So all that made for a really cool day, weather-wise. Work was ok, not too stressful. Greg Stevens left early and won’t be back until Monday. I’ve also been working with Fay Victor from Wanker Banker days and that’s bringing back some fun memories. She’s cool to hang with. She sent a copy of her latest cd and a get well card to Frank. I also got a copy.

I saw Billie at Chop’T today, and had another expensive salad except this was cheaper since I found a buy 9 salads get one free in my desk at work and since I’ve been the only one sitting there for the past three months, I claimed it as mine. The salad which is usually expensive cost 2.00 and change. Nice. I finished my work with Greg Stevens early and opted to leave the office at 3:30. My work was done and it was too nice to stay in an office. I walked across midtown, listening to Young Americans and got back on the bus reading once again, 2Stoned. Bill’s at his folks tonight so I’ll be chilling out here all by myself. Quite a change from last week.

No T Mobile drama today. I also think I wrote too soon last night, regarding my bad day, Bill’s bad day and Annemarie, Rex and Earl’s traveling horror story. Well I suppose the post script would be about Juan’s car being towed to the impound lot in Hoboken. That sucked. Right around midnight, I get a call from Juan. He came back up after having left a few minutes earlier. We watched The Devil Wears Prada on cable with Bill. Juan was frantic and I did my best to reassure him. He left to walk up to 15th and Jefferson and from what I understand that didn’t go well either. Maybe Juan will blog it.

I slept relatively well. I cuddled with Bill which was nice. I hadn’t done that in a while. He was dead to the world anyway. I had a restful sleep and woke up with Bill leaning over me ready to kiss me good bye on his way to work. I soon got out of bed and paddled my way around the apartment. Bill made coffee and even poured cereal in the bowl before he left. No milk for the cereal since Bill never eats cereal and doesn’t know how much milk would go in the bowl. Damn physics!

Work was more restful today than it was yesterday. I was busier at my desk, no swimming around midtown in the hummus for me today. Most of the work was for Greg Stevens, so I gave it 110%. He’s now the president of some investment social organization so I needed to organize some administrative information for his group. I was surprised at what I could do, though I did chat with Bill online about some kinks in an excel program that I wasn’t able to figure out for myself. Bill did point me in the right direction and I was able to figure it out.

I was going out tonight with Bill and Billie, who is up from DC training in Manhattan. I’ve known Billie almost 25 years now. He’s going to be managing the opening of some Chop’T salad joints in DC. Chop’T is an upscale salad bar. I ate there on Monday and got a salad that cost 9.00 and change. It was good, but 9.00? I only went since I knew Billie would be there, unable to really sit and chat since it was lunchtime. Maybe I’ll wind up in possession of some free salad passes.

We went to O.W. Which stands for Oscar Wilde. It’s an okay bar. They used to serve Guinness but not anymore. It was formerly an old Irish dive bar. I pop in every one or two years. It’s usually bearable, but tonight it was cool since Billie was in town, making it a special occasion. I was wearing black pinstriped trousers and a white cotton shirt. Apparently I looked like a chef. That’s what some guy asked me. He was being earnest though. He was wearing a Commander in Chief t shirt so I asked him if he was the president. He wasn’t and we both regretted it.

Here are some snaps.

Billie and the long dreads

Chef John Ozed on the right