Ahh, it finally feels like a vacation. Most everyone else is at work, I stayed up late and watched Saturday Night Live, recorded from the night before. It was good. Not as funny as the previous week. Bill had gone to bed really early. He’s been working on some play and yesterday he had church, his parents and rehearsal. I’m getting used to his not being around again. I did mind that he wasn’t around and I did mind that there have not been any physical signs of attraction from him. It sort of makes me feel undesirable, despite what various friends say.

I made a run into the city with Rand. Two days in a row, riding public transportation with el Jefe. He wanted to go to Best Buy and I went along for the ride. I thought maybe buying something would bolster my spirits, but couldn’t find any dvd or cd that floated my boat. We walked over to Tek Serve and I was going to ask about a cd adapter for an iPod but the girl behind the counter was busy trying to answer a couple’s questions, and it didn’t look like any answers were going to come through anytime soon.

I walked out and told Rand what I was looking for. Turns out there is no such adapter for the iPod, at least not yet. I’m sure the question would’ve stumped the girl behind the counter. All in all it was a dash in and dash out of the city. We weren’t there for over an hour and didn’t spend a dime. I suppose that was a good thing. We parted ways at 7th and Bloomfield, once we were back in Hoboken. It very much resembled the ending of the Bicycle Tour’ episode of Monty Python’s Flying Circus.

Just napped and watched some TV. Bill came home and it was odd betweens us, mainly by my doing. I was lonely and dare I say it, horny and I wasn’t going to get anything from Bill, that much was for sure. He went into the bedroom, running some lines for the play then it was off to bed, all by 9:00. I so feel like Mrs. Roper sometimes, but where is my Jack Tripper? I have been noticing some very hot men around Hoboken and occasionally in the city, so perhaps I will test the waters.

Well that’s what I felt yesterday. Today, let’s just say I didn’t just test the waters, I dove in head first in a manner of speaking. Two times and of course, safe and I feel so much better god damn it! And to be appreciated, wow. I forgot how that felt. Apparently I’m not such a lousy lover as I had come to believe. I walked around Hoboken, feeling so good, like I hadn’t felt in such a long time. And speaking of a long time, I spoke to someone from my book company days. Out of the blue! Mi gusta!

Well it’s a gray Sunday. Overcast white clouds, not much sun today. It was quite similar yesterday. Met up with Rand for a bus ride into the city. He was off to a Comics Convention, I was off to meet up with Sweet Sarah and her husband Bob at the Museum of Modern Art. The two of them had gotten to the museum before I did and they wandered around the galleries. I got in the queue and paid my twenty dollars and walked around looking at some classic paintings and sculptures that were modern fifty years ago, now are classics.

I finally met up with Sarah and Bob as we wandered from room to room. We looked at Monet, Manet, Matisse, Rousseau, Picasso and Miro and Van Gogh and Man Ray and Duchamp and Warhol, Oldenburg and Lichtenstein. It was fun to walk around and discuss art history with Sarah and explain various things to Bob who admittedly doesn’t know anything about art. We discussed how Duchamp’s ‘Bride’ paintings caused riots in the early part of the twentieth century. He didn’t know and we explained it to him. I was never too keen on the Museum of Modern Art, and even after the renovation I still don’t like it, though I’m pretty sure a security guard clocked me.

After the museum we wandered around midtown trying to find a pub that Sarah’s friend Ellen and her boyfriend were in. I was hungry and hoped to get some pub grub but the pub we found them in after walking around for about 45 minutes was very crowded. I found myself being the fifth wheel amongst two coupes so I quickly downed a pint and said good night to everyone, heading onto to a local train at Grand Central Station to the Village.

I got off at Union Square and walked over to Farfetched, saying hello to Jessica and Lois. Apparently they wished I was there a few hours earlier since they had an unruly customer that needed to be forced out of the store. Luckily they called on Fausto, a local handy man who is big and burly who was able to escort the jerk out of the store. I soon left and lit up a cigar, walking over to First Avenue and stopping by East Village radio to finally meet Tim, someone I’ve been chatting online with for a few years. We both have similar interests though some of those interests are one way.

I hung out with Tim for a few minutes. I was tired and hungry and hadn’t sat down for about six hours. He was busy with his radio show so I walked off after wishing him well and walked up to St. Mark’s Pizza for a slice and a coke. I still think they make the best slices in Manhattan. I do like their sweet sauce.

There was a party I was invited to and I invited Bill, Julio and Stine. Rand and Lisa were planning on going. I got back to Hoboken, Julio not answering his cell, Bill out, who knows where. I called Rand and he was on the phone with Jane. I asked him to call me when he got off the phone, but I wound up falling asleep. It was just as well, since Rand didn’t get off the phone until 1:00. I was asleep by then. C’est la vie.