Bill was at his parents, I had the bed to myself and my stiff neck. Funny thing is, it affects me at home. At work it’s fine. Go figure. I got to find a radio station to wake up to. Since the Oldies station CBS-FM went off the air I’ve been adrift. I’d rather listen to something that doesn’t piss me off. I figured the chances of waking up to ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ would be greatly reduced if I had a classical station on and since CBS’ demise I stuck to one far left of the dial. A bit snooty sometimes and that was off putting.

So I went to Q104, which is the classic rock station. I woke up to Aerosmith, which is not fun at any time of the day. Maybe WBGO which is jazz station from Newark. Jazz is innocuous. I don’t hate it and I don’t actively seek it out. Bill loves it so I doubt if he’ll be offended. I just have to find it. It’s even further down the dial than WFMU, and I don’t want any JM in the AM. No offence, just not my cup of tea.

As I was puttering around the apartment the phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number and answered it anyway. It was Steven McPherson, one of the Senior Vice Presidents from Wanker Banker. Nice guy, very handsome, waspy with a patrician air. Great wife, Tracy too. One time Steven wore a fantastic pinstriped suit and I spent the day not looking at him because I wouldn’t be able to take my eyes off it.

Steven wasn’t calling me about the suit. He was asking if I was going to work. Of course I was I told him. He wanted to know if I wanted to ride into the city with him, so he can use the HOV lane at the Lincoln Tunnel. Awfully nice but I had to remind him that I no longer work in midtown, I work in Soho, so I take the Path. He was kind enough to ask about the new job and I explained that it was 180 degrees away from Wanker Banker. He wished me well and that was that.

I wandered to the Path and picked up my bananas from the man with the Plantain in his pants. Today he was wearing a cock ring on his wrist. What is going on? Is he hitting on me? I’m flattered. Still charges me full price on the bananas so maybe he isn’t. Or maybe he figures I can afford the thirty cents. I can.

Got to the office and could not get into the office. Key card not working. Immediately go into paranoid mode. Maybe I was fired. I shouldn’t be here. I waited a half hour before I was able to get in. Kristy Fallon let me in and I was grateful. Nice girl that. She has some dough and a house in the country and a condo in the city. She won me over when she started loudly playing the Afro Cuban All Stars “A Toda Cuba le Gusta” which means ‘I really like your shirt’. Or maybe not.

I love Cuban music, especially the Buena Vista Social Club stuff. I told her how I saw the movie 5 times in the movie theatres, owned the VHS and the DVD as well as many cd’s from the band and seeing some of them in concert. She one upped me with having gone to Cuba with her jazz saxophonist husband. Oh that Kristy Fallon.

The day went fast. Felicia gave me some notes last week and I asked her about one of the items. Music at the front desk. I asked if that meant no music was allowed. No quite the opposite. They want to hear music at the front desk.

I’ve already put the speakers and Ipod accessories in my bag.
Here’s some pics.

The Sopranos were excellent last night, Vito flipping out. He’s off to get himself killed. Tony’s being a dick to Carmela. I’m just glad the little brat, AJ wasn’t in the show. Meadow was and she was enjoyable. Meadow used to be a brat, now she’s a mouthy Columbia student. Tony’s sister showed her true colors, which were actually her mother’s colors. And poor Ginny, her house is being sold out from under her.

Big Love was exceptional last night. I think with each episode it keeps getting better and Bill Paxton is so gosh darn cute. Jeanne Tripplehorn, Chloe Sevigny and Ginnifer Goodwin are all so credible and the kids too. I highly recommend it. Last night’s baptism was really quite touching with Margene. And Nicky and Barb holding hands was just perfect.

Went to bed, neck and shoulders awfully stiff. Just crashed and fell into a deep sleep. Woke up stiff, I think it’s the pillows of the damned. No more Martha Stewart pillows. I should’ve known. Woke up at 5:55 AM. I reached over and hugged Mr. 555. Stumbled out of bed, it was overcast again, just like yesterday. Perhaps everyday is like Sunday after all.

A hot shower resolved some of the stiffness. Had the breakfast and coffee and I was on my way to the Path train. It was a Bowie morning, his greatest hits. Though somehow his crap version of ‘All the Young Dudes’ made it onto the Ipod despite my deleting it several times. I much prefer Mott the Hoople’s version, produced by Bowie with the Dame on backing vocals. I feel better having just deleted David’s version yet again. I replaced it with ‘John, I’m Only Dancing’ which is infinitely superior to ‘Dudes’ and unjustly left off the collection.

I picked up my bananas at Natural Plus across from City Hall in Hoboken and the guy behind the counter has a nice plantain in his pants. Fully ripe too. One can’t help but notice. I always make him smile when I leave and say, ‘Que tengo buena dia’ which for those playing at home means, have a nice day. Of course you can substitute Noche for Dia, or vice versa. Impress the people you come into contact with most everyday.

Felicia came in today, she seemed in good spirits. We may be coalescing into a team, which is a good thing. Linda, the Fab British woman was in also. A full house today and I’m starting to get a grip on things. It’s almost been a month, so it’s about time. Not too nice a day so I just ran out and got my salad and ate it at my desk. The day flew by again. How long will that last?

After work I was heading uptown and left at the same time as Felicia. We stood outside the subway station I was going to get on and smoked cigarettes and chatted. Gossiped more like. Felicia was married at some point. That’s gossip. I didn’t pry. I’m sure her onion will unfold all by itself. Smokes finished we separated. I hopped on a 1 train to Times Square where there were Gauloises waiting for me.

I snapped them up and continued on my way home. Bought some groceries and chatted with Rod2.0 who is my favorite blogger. Entertaining and intelligent. Maybe I should try that angle sometime. He’s a success and was just interviewed by the Advocate. He even makes money from his blog. He’s almost as much an inspiration for this blog as Lewis Lapham.

So now that’s two people you can blame.