It’s Wednesday and it’s ok. Frank maybe getting out of the rehabilitation center this weekend. That should make him happy, or at least less depressed from being in a hospital for a little over a month. It seems like I might have a busy weekend. Taking a train out to Garfield if Frank’s been released, maybe hang out with Julio and have some birthday drinks before he fies off to Copenhagen on the 28th. And I ran into the wonderful Ray Vega yesterday and had the wherewithal to get his cell number. I only gave him mine last time and neglected to get his.

It turns out I just missed him in Central Park last weekend after I bailed on seeing Television. I wandered past the softball fields where he used to play and apparently does once again. He really is a good guy and an old friend of Pedro’s and he’s a riot to hang around with. I wonder if he feels the same way. I wonder because when I saw him outside my building he told me he swings by every Thursday. So I try to make it out there around the same time to say hello but he’s never around. Of course I’m probably reading too much into it.

It was a busy day in the office. Tom Chin annoyed the hell out of me this morning, still insisting on using the incorrect ledger for an overdue expense report. I mentioned that it doesn’t make sense to use something that we know is wrong, especially after working on it for weeks on end, fine tuning it and handing it in last month. He sort of blew his top a bit and I just walked away. It’s just so annoying to be right (and that doesn’t happen too often) and someone else insisting that the wrong way is the right way. Carla the receptionist (who really is a sweetheart) and I both think Tom Chin is looking to move to a new firm. We just do.

It was a busy day in the office with guests coming in. Vivek is trying to get new investors in the company. Yesterday we had some big wigs in and we all had to dress up in proper business attire, suits and ties for the men, nothing slutty for the women. I wore a smart suit and had a nice smile affixed to my face to meet the moneyed guests. I really connect with guests and visitors. I see my future as a greeter at a box store somewhere down the line since, let’s face it, I’m not going to retire at 65. I don’t think anyone does anymore anyway. Paul McCartney hasn’t and he turned 65 on Monday.

Bill apparently made it on Conan last night. Annemarie saw it and said it was funny. Bill has the Cablevision commercial tomorrow, with an early call at 4:30 AM. So he should be coming home and going right to bed. Juan is coming over to keep me company which I greatly appreciate. The rest is all blah blah blah so I’ll just leave it at that.

and blabbeando added me to his blog roll. Now I’m on his and jockohomo’s. Cheers.

Yesterday wasn’t so good. I posted an online chat with whats his name and as truthful as it sounded, his myopic way of looking at things, I had actually gotten better. Spoke with Julio for a while on the steps when I got home. I was steaming then due to a foul up with Paul Frederick, an online men’s fashion company that I’ve been dealing with since I lived in Weehawken. Actually the fault lies with UPS who attempted a delivery on Thursday and required a signature. On Friday, they didn’t and left it at the front door, which is basically the same as leaving it on the street. So someone in Hoboken has two very nice, relatively expensive shirts.

The thing is when you get a delivery tag, you have to call the night you get it and arrange for a pick up the next evening. I neglected to do that and wound up calling three times on Friday night, leaving a message each time. I hoped to pick it up on Friday night and when I went to the truck the driver said that since I called that morning it would be on the truck Monday night. Fine with me. So I went out of my way and took the Path back to Hoboken like I used to. I walked over to the truck and the driver who remembered me from my Padron deliveries. Mr. Brown Clothed Handsome Man told me it was delivered already.

I trucked on home to find there was no package there. I was upset and Julio did his best to calm me down, but I knew that when I got back to my apartment I would be on the phone with customer services for both Paul Frederick and UPS. I called Paul Frederick and they checked and said it was delivered on Friday. It wasn’t. They told me to call UPS where I spoke with Tasha. Tasha told me to call Paul Frederick. I told her I did. She suggested that one of my neighbors might have the package. They didn’t. They’re not that type to keep it. Plus I’m the only guy in this building that wears a size 17.5 35 shirt as well as the only suit and tie guy in residence. I asked why was it that Thursday’s UPS guy needed a signature but not on Friday? Tasha said that it was because there were two different drivers. I asked her if it was up to the driver’s discretion for a signature and she said yes. Good to know. What can brown do for you? Need to lose a package?

They said they’d put a trace on it and it should take eight days to check it out. Then it would need to be reordered through Paul Frederick. These two shirts that I bought on June 13 for Meghan’s wedding on June 30 might not get here on time. I resigned myself to the fact that the original order was lost and there was nothing I could do about. I let go and it felt good. I doubt if the customer service people would agree but that’s why they’re there.

Juan came over last night after Bill and I talked briefly. That went well. He has a Cablevision ad so he was in a good mood. Juan came over afterwards and we watched Big Love and Creature Comforts and Scrubs, Bill went to bed and Juan and I watched the Daily Show. Then I went to bed.

Yes yesterdays limited edition posting was weird. Sometimes when you’re in an online chat, you’re writing and they’re writing and sometimes someone doesn’t read what was being Like that. written and sentences get out of order. Annemarie gave me some good advice in her comment which I have been following.

Bill might be on Conan O’Brien tonight in a sketch with Max Weinberg. I’ll let you know. Or Bill will.

Bill just came home. He was on Conan and really had a really good experience. No lines but face time for the camera. I love him despite his faults and it’s the same the other way, he loves me despite all of mine. He ain’t a beauty but hey he’s alright. And that’s all right with me.