I just got back from Stuyvesant Town, helping Bill shred documents from over the years and helping to make a space for the home health care aide from the visiting nurses program for Bill’s father who should be released from the VA hospital this week. Bill mother was there, she said hello and at first she mistook me for Fred, Bill’s friend (and onetime dreamboat) who helped Bill out yesterday. We reassured her who I was and she kindly offered that I stay overnight in the apartment, but I had to turn it down since I did have to come home and write as well as get ready for work tomorrow. There are still many boxes to go through and still plenty of junk mail to be shredded from the last century.

And occasionally while going through the papers and crap there are snapshots from years ago, which makes Bill stop and reminisce. I remember doing that when we were cleaning out my father’s house back in the day. It’s a nostalgic trap which can stop everything, when you’re making progress on the boxes of papers. Luckily when I was cleaning out the house in Lodi Annemarie was around to prevent falling into the pitfalls of old photographs. Today I played the role of Annemarie, bearer of common sense.

Last night I went to Chaz’ party in Jersey City Heights. I walked out into a light rain without an umbrella. It wasn’t so bad but I didn’t feel like climbing up the flights of steps again, it took a lot of energy to get me out of the apartment. I walked to the Path train where it was plenty crowded, all the hipsters heading into the city, and a handful of us headed to Journal Square. The ride was uneventful and unmemorable. I baked some cookies for the party and carried them in a plastic bag, running across Kennedy Boulevard to buy some Guinness since one doesn’t want to show up with one arm longer than the other.

On my way I had a nice Padron which I smoked in the light rain, then the teeming rain, then the light rain again, then no rain, all in about five minutes. Got to the party relatively dry and saw Alice Genese and Martha Griffin as well as a few other people that I only see at these holiday parties. Chaz’ old friend Andy was there. He was the guy who told me about the Bob Mould DJ parties last summer and hyped up the December event so much that by the time the day came for the party in December, neither Bill nor I was much into it due to the late hour it was going to start, that and the fact that we like being old stay at home farts. Martha regaled us with tales of colonics followed by smoothies at some spa outside of Palm Springs.

Alice and I caught up on old times with Martha. Marianne who I mentioned last night zeroed in on Martha, ignoring most everyone else. Really obnoxiously too. Alice introduced herself and was brusquely dismissed which was funny to watch. I didn’t see Alice’s reaction, but she was cool about it. After a few hours and after drinking most of the Guinness I brought, I was able to get a ride home with Alice back to Hoboken. She had a nice ride and since she didn’t know what happened between Chaz and Kathe, I gave her a sanitized version of the events, taking care not to make it sound like gossip. Alice went out with Chaz a few times in the eighties and basically thought he was gay.

She didn’t have any problems with his being gay, she’s been bisexual herself, and she got over the lackluster sexual performance since it was over 20 years ago anyhow. She also thought my ex-roommate William and I were lovers. True we lived with each other for 11 years, and it still make the both of us laugh, but I had to tell her, no we were not lovers. She bemoaned her problem of trying to find the right man, we’re both in the same age group, she has a 19 year old son, but getting a good man and getting him to stay is a problem. She was amazed at my relationship with Bill, being an open relationship and all, but there are still the hazards of jealously and loneliness.

She dropped me off in front of my building and we made plans to stay in touch and maybe see a movie. We both love going to the movies and we both hate going by ourselves so it seems like it could be fun to have someone to do that with. I was back by midnight, and watched most of Saturday Night Live before turning in. Woke up after a sad dream about looking for one’s mother, but in the dream a phone call from Juan of all people, set it straight, the dream that is.

and here are some pics.

Waiting on Track 2

Last of the season…

Martha!

Alice with cheeses!

Marianne, Chaz back to camera

William, former roommate, never lover

Well it’s very very cold out today. This morning when waiting for the bus it was 14 degrees. Now it’s probably 19 degrees. A bit windy and that wind cuts like a knife. Work was ok, nothing special and offers very little to write about, but write about it is what I’ll more than likely do. I took my time once again, counting on the fact that a lot of people have this week off. And once again I got in before everyone else. Tomorrow is a scheduled day off though no one knows exactly why. I submitted the days that the office would be closed, following Greg Steven’s instructions and January 4 was on it and got his approval.

Some people are going in, but I’m not. I was wishy washy about it all day, but since I’m not expected in, I won’t be in. I look forward to sleeping in for the next three days. It’s been so cold out that sleeping is great, Bill emits so much heat that it can be overwhelming but it’s comfortable nonetheless. I couldn’t log on this morning and now that I’m back from work, I still can’t log on. Our not so Optimum Online service isn’t connecting and I’d rather wait for Bill to come home and work on it since it’s all through his Mac in the next room. I’m not going to disconnect anything, lest I ruin everything that he has set up.

Perhaps someone with computer knowhow would be able to do it, but I’m not the knowhow kind of guy. It’s a trade off of sorts. I will wash the dishes that he left in the sink last night, and he can set up the wireless connection. I washed away the anger I had about the dishes taking up residence in the sink anyway. I don’t mind (yes I do). I offered to make him dinner last night, not so much to feed him but to minimize the mess afterwards. I use one pot and a colander, he uses two pots and sauce gets everywhere. I cleaned it up last night, but still the dishes sat near the sink. Sometimes he does it before he leaves, but not this morning. But like I said, I can be fine with it. I wanted to make dinner for myself tonight and to do so I had to wash his dishes. They weren’t going to wash themselves.

Now I’m writing on the computer, just posting it might be a problem. Hopefully Bill will be home soon and everything will be alright in our apartment in Hoboken. Or I’ll just forgo the Internet tonight and read, and watch TV. I hope Juan has a safe trip to and from Costa Rica, and I hope Song makes it home to Australia, if he hasn’t already. Sorry to have missed him. Well I thought Bill would be home by now, but it’s been over an hour. I guess something might have come up vis a vis his parents.

I’m watching a VH1 documentary on Acid, part of the Drugs Years series. It’s pretty good, but doesn’t make me yearn to do that again. I did it, gained some insight as it was an experiment. Mostly it’s all a bunch of hippies though. I just thought about Andrew Loog Oldham’s comment from his memoir about how he feels the sixties ended around 1966-67, which was when things all went hippie. Up till then, for Oldham at least, it was all about flash and looking sharp.

Well I’m back online and everything is OK thanks to Bill. Hip Hip!

And a happy ending that’s not costing you $10.00.