It’s Thursday, Thor’s day! All hail the god of thunder! Onto Asgard! Get in the goat ridden chariot! Whee! Had to get Norse mythology off my mind. Now, where was I? Yes it’s Thursday, we know we know. Last night, nothing special. Bill came home, I went to bed about a half an hour later. Slept really well. Something may be happening between us. Sometimes death causes estrangement. Then again, sometimes I love him a lot, and sometimes I wish he would go away. I guess that’s how relationships go on occasion.

I watched the usual, Scrubs, Daily Show, Colbert Report then Lawn hor d’oeuvre Criminal Intent, quite good. Chris Noth was cool as usual, followed by Lawn hor d’oeuvre the original. That was good too, not enough to keep me awake for the news which was more than likely Spitzer Spitzer Spitzer which is more than enough for me. Today it’s all about Billy Crystal turning 60 and being first at bat for the Yankees spring training camp. No really it was on the morning shows, local news and national news and will likely be repeated at the 11:00 broadcast.

Juan chatted with me from Montreal. That’s where he went for his spring break. Lucky him. Someday I’ll make it to Montreal. Someday I’ll speak French too. But not today. C’est la vie. Work was ok today. A bit slow and office politics played a part. Too convoluted to get into right now, but I’m sure there will be something about it tomorrow though I hope not. Nothing that I did, I’m just the middle man. I wish there were more things for me to do at work, but it’s slow.

Just got a phone call from Bill. He’s at his mother’s apartment. He called to let me know that he was going to sleep now. It’s 7:18 and the poor boy is exhausted. I wished him a good night.

Today is the birthday of one of my dearest friends, Pedro. Hard to believe that he’s turning 40, or as I like to say, he’s gotten farty. I’ve known Pedro for 20 years or so. I find it amazing that we are so close, and I know he loves me very much. He’s always looking out for me, worries about me. When I first met him he was just another kid from the streets of Queens, a friend of a friend actually. We all worked together and partied together. I’m probably the only gay guy that never tried to get into his pants. He appreciates that and also the fact that I am totally honest with him.

I look forward to twenty more years of friendship. I sent him a birthday card and he mentioned that it was the best card that he’s ever gotten in his life. He says that every year. Most of his other friends are fellow Corrections Officers at Rikers Island and aren’t really the type to wish each other a happy birthday with a card. No, they’re more the type to go to a strip club and get a private lap dance for him, which I’m sure is nice, but I got him a birthday card. So a very happy birthday to my dear friend, Pedro Ramos. Even though he doesn’t read this blog, I wish him the very best, with love.

Mr. Farty and Me