Category Archives: moldies but moodies

What You’re Doing

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Well this is the second attempt at posting tonight. Lost the first edition which was just so great. Quite possibly my greatest work yet. In fact if they gave Pulitzers out for personal blogs, why I think I’d definitely be on the short list. In 1000 years if it is found, it would probably be the text for a new religion, based on Pink Bunnies and Lollipops. But now it belongs to the ages.

It’s been an indoor Saturday, quite cold outside. Bright and sunny outside and if you’re in the sun it was ok. In the shade, quite the opposite and if the wind hits you, fegedaboutit. I’ve been outside exactly twice today.

Once to get breakfast things for myself and that family on the 3rd floor. After that it was reading the papers and cleaning before I went out again. Had to get my Stevia. I was running low and didn’t want to be caught short tomorrow for my morning coffee.

I don’t use sugar or Equal anymore and Stevia is natural and good for you. And it’s only available in health food stores. There are only two health food stores in Hoboken I think. Basic Foods and Hoboken Farmboy.

I used to go to Farmboy since they’re more local and I knew people that worked there. But they’re not there anymore and they’re generally grumpy behind the register. At Basic Food they’re always happy to see you and they act like it too.

Then I came home saw Julio and Stine and Superboy and hung out with them for a while. Superboy Alexander can’t crawl yet so he drags himself around with his upper torso. He’s still adorable and Julio and Stine were wondering whether or not to go out for lunch.

My description of the environment outside had them do a rethink of the subject. I did offer them peanut butter and jelly sandwiches which amused the three of them greatly as I was then politely shown the door.

For the past couple of hours I’ve been watching the tv, and chatting with friends online. I did try to find a scarf that I lost in between seasons but I couldn’t find it. I was tempted to go get a new one, but the old scarf would probably turn up after I got the new scarf.

I’ll probably watch the Johnny Ramone video in a little while. Watch Wall-E tomorrow. Also have To Be or Not to Be starring Jack Benny and Carole Lombard. I’ve only seen the Mel Brooks and Anne Bancroft version and that was good so maybe the original will be better.

That’s how it’s supposed to work, right? I can’t think of any remakes that were better than the original, can you?

Certainly not the Marlo Thomas/Orson Welles remake of It’s a Wonderful Life called, It Happened One Christmas. Marlo was in the James Stewart role and it was meh.

I’m sure she meant well but some things should be left alone, lest they be written about in blogs 31 years later!

Every Kinda People

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Well it’s Sunday night. No feeling of dread, the feeling that I had better get my homework done. No spending the afternoon training with the Junior Rifle Squad, no going with my brother Brian to pick up a pie from Lodi Pizza. All is well though the pizza idea is a pretty good one.

But no, I just ate dinner. Or was it supper? Which one is later? Dinner or supper? My family used to eat dinner/supper around 2:00 in the afternoon on Sundays and then have the pizza later around 8:00. It was always a treat to have pizza on Sunday nights, something to look forward to.

No pizza for me, maybe some organic dark chocolate with raspberries instead. Once I open it, it has to be devoured. It rarely lasts through the night.

Last night was a pretty good time with Excer. I’ve known Excer for about 20 years and he is the only person I know named Excer. He’s a good guy and plays keys for Conjunto Imagen. I met him initially though Pedro when we were both working at 2 Park Avenue for Rupert Murdoch. It didn’t go well.

Excer pulled up in his red Honda and Pedro was in the front seat and I was in the back. We were all sharing a spliff in the parked car. It was the 1980’s so things were a bit lax as regards to law enforcement.

On the sidewalk 2 guys were walking up Park Avenue, they were a bit on the swish side which of course didn’t bother me since it’s the swish guys that are the bravest. But it bothered Excer enough to make a comment. I took that as my cue to go back in to the office, leaving Pedro and Excer in the car.

From what I heard, Pedro gave Excer an earful about how uncool it was for him to say what he said about the gay guys. Excer didn’t think he was that wrong at the time until Pedro told him that I was gay. This is one of the reasons I love Pedro so much. He honestly cares for me and looks out for me like that.

Eventually Excer came around and we became good friends, which is why we were hanging out last night at a bar called Kabin on Second Avenue. Kabin was a decent bar, great Happy Hour. One freebie for every drink purchased. Excer and I drank some Stella Artois before heading over to BBQ for some mediocre hamburgers.

Then instead of going out for more beers, I decided to head on home, Excer kindly dropping me off at the 9th Street Path station. I slept ok, Saturday Night Live was a repeat and I didn’t want to watch Kings of Leon again.

Woke up with the sun beaming on my face at 8:00. Went out and did my thing, and came home and made breakfast. Rand and Lisa were going to be at the McSwells flea market and I was planning on making an appearance until Bill called and asked if I could help him move his late father’s documents to a shredder truck that was going to be at Stuyvesant Town.

I took the Path once again into the city. Twice in one weekend is an accomplishment. After helping Bill, we sat and talked and looked at photos of Bill and his parents as well as his sister who died when she was just a child before Bill was born. Bill was such a handsome lad when he was growing up. What happened? Just kidding of course.

Portrait of Bill playing piano 1990, by William Vila Sr.

Had a Padron as I walked from 14th Street and Avenue C to 32nd Street and Sixth Avenue and listened to a playlist that I’ve been compiling while reading the latest Mojo and Uncut music magazines. Just made the train before it pulled out and was in Hoboken in 20 minutes.

Called Rand to see if the flea market was still going on but I missed the whole thing as they were packing up. And now I’m here at the beginning of tonight’s entry.

One more thing, Bill and I will be protesting against the church of latter day Twits at the Manhattan mormon Headquarters at 65th and Broadway at 6:30 on Wednesday night. Hope to see you there.