It’s a rainy Sunday. Nothing but rain rain rain. So far the high winds haven’t hit but it’s been pissing all day. Some streets are flooded, the skylight outside our apartment in the hallway has a leak and I had to put some pots out there to collect the water and I’ve been popping my head out there to make sure they don’t overflow. I called Peter Amin, the landlord about it but so far he hasn’t shown. Not that he could do anything about it in the middle of the storm. This happened a few years ago and it was fixed then, but once again soggy carpeted stairways abound.

I think I’ve been outdoors more times today than I was yesterday and yesterday was the better day to be outdoors. I went out for the bagels and went to the supermarket and also played nurse practitioner to Julio and Stine’s headaches. Seems like the pipers union was in town for them this morning, due to the fact that they had gone out the night before, Julio not eating, and mixing the grain with the grape, drinking wine, champagne and beer, and Stine having something to eat, with just a general hangover, i.e. Dehydration. I hung out with them for a bit this morning after the emergency call for aspirin, or Tylenol, or Advil and luckily for them I had all three.

They had quite a good time it seemed at a surprise party for Julio’s cousin’s 40th birthday. Julio turns 40 next year which should make for a good reason for a great party. I’m sure Stine will come up with something.Last night I hung out and watched Volver, Almodovar’s latest. It was good but not as good as All About My Mother or Talk to Her. Penelope Cruz was great and it was wonderful to see Carmen Maura in an Almodovar film again. Almodovar’s films have definitely evolved over the years from when Julio and I first saw Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown at the Bleecker Street Cinema in 1987.

And it continues to rain. Just looked out onto the pots and there’s maybe an inch of water in both of them. It’s supposed to rain for the next couple of days actually. I’m taking the rain to be a good omen for me with the new job. When I first interviewed with Wanker Banker it was during a deluge and tomorrow promises to be exactly that. I’m pretty much psyched for it. I just looked at the list of responsibilities for the job and looking forward to doing each and every one of them since they were cherry picked from my resume, so I have no doubt I can do this.

Julio and Stine wished me good luck this week and then they went about trying to decide to go to another family party out in NJ somewhere or go back to bed. They were really struggling with the decision when I left and I don’t know what it was that they decided to do. That’s about it for this rainy Sunday, April 15, 2007.

Saturday and not doing much of anything. A bit of a hangover from last night. I think I had six pints over the course of a few hours and went to bed at 11:00 soon after Bill came home. Slept ok, just a few feet behind the rest of the world today. Woke up around 8:30 this morning, had some coffee, took a shower then went out and got a haircut. The guys in Mr. L’s were talking about Imus and the sorry state of affairs the world is in right now. Well, actually it was all about Imus.

I thought about chiming in about how Rush Limbaugh should be next, followed by Michael Savage et al., but instead I kept my mouth shut, after all I only had one cup of coffee. Tony did an excellent job, also trimmed my goatee, nose and ear hair as well as my eyebrows. And it’s definitely better than the Jean Seberg do I had last month. After that I walked up to Washington Street, got my bagels then to the supermarket, walking like a robot due to the hangover and not enough coffee. Luckily I didn’t have to communicate with anyone after the haircut until I got home where Bill was up and about doing his ‘Bill’ thing.

Had a nice breakfast, Bill puttering around, then he was off to his vocal classes. I did the laundry and sat around reading the papers. Took a short walk around Hoboken, talked to Julio on the phone and took a nap. I also watched Bill Maher’s rebroadcast from last night and it was very good. Bill Bradley, Dana Carvey and Scott McClellan former press officer for the White House Bush regime. Of course McClellan towed the Bush junta line and Bill Bradley shot him down most every time. I wonder why Bradley doesn’t attempt another White House run? Dana Carvey was a borderline idiot breaking into schtick and impersonations of Bush every chance he could get.

And then I napped. Haven’t napped in a few weeks and it was really only for a few minutes, maybe twenty. I watched a dreadful dvd called Circuit which I read a decent review in the New York Times about the party circuit in gay circles. Oh man it was bad soft core porn with wooden acting and flaccid cocks. Lost interest after the lead character tried his first drugs after years on the police force. Oh it was bad. Immediately I put it back in the Netflix envelope, knowing that I would be able to get rid of it soon enough.

Then I watched Stranger Than Fiction starring Will Farrell, Emma Thompson, Dustin Hoffman and Maggie Gyllenhaal. It was ok. Not the bees knees. It was like the movie didn’t know what type of movie it wanted to be. No need to watch it a second time. Despite the prevalence of buses I don’t think I’m recommending it to Bill due to the fact that I’m returning it tomorrow and don’t want to watch it again.

Tomorrow a Nor’ Easter is expected. Whee!