rollercoaster weekend, I guess
8 May 2006
Lots of ups and downs this weekend. My buddy Kyle came up and the plan was for me to get drunk pretty much for 50 straight hours, but that didn’t really happen. Well, it kind of did, but it wasn’t as cool as I thought it was going to be.
Now’s the time where I complain about how I don’t have many friends in NYC because they’ve all moved away or weren’t here in the first place, but it doesn’t really matter, since (drumroll, as this is a major announcement) I am 90% sure that this is my last year in New York City. I love the city and I have some great friends here, but I feel like I’m about ready to move on. I wouldn’t move until next June, so that means that by that time I’ll have been in NYC for six years. That’s a long ass time. I feel like if I’m going to do something crazy and pick up and move, I should do it now before I get too old and while I’m still single and desperately lonely. I have a pretty good idea where I’m going to move, but a lot can (and will) happen over the next year, so I don’t want to make any formal announcement yet. But I have been thinking about this for some time and it seems very likely that I will be moving to a new city next June.
But to stress, this is not because many of my friends have left the city. While this is true, it’s not the impetus for my (possible) move. Even though for the most part I have not made a new friend since 2001, I have adapted nicely and we had a pretty good crew all weekend. Friday night we boozed at my place before going to Lolita and another bar where a friend knew the owner, so we had many free tequila shots, which meant that my Saturday morning/afternoon was not very fun. Saturday night we watched the fight, went to a local bar, but then wound up taking a limo (?) to Tribe, where two of my buddies randomly realized that they went to college with the bartender/owner, so though I ordered about $200 worth of booze, my bar tab was significantly less.
The ups and downs of the weekend were that though I had a good time, some of my good buddies completely dissed the hell out of me and didn’t partake in any of the weekends activities. One dude ignored me so hard that I’m seriously hoping that he is ok. Another went on a date, because that is obviously much more important than a friend finishing his first book (though to be honest, I probably would have done the same to him, although in my defense, I go on dates with the frequency of the Olympic games, whereas he goes on dates about every four days). And a third friend was simply too drunk after the fucking horse race to make the trip into the city from Brooklyn (this was the easiest to forgive).
Other weekend randomness:
1) I’m not a ladies’ man, but did I miss something this weekend? I’m pretty bad with women to begin with, but it seems like every woman I came in contact with from the time I woke up on Saturday afternoon could not have been less interested in dealing with me. I’m not just talking about sexually either (though that was certainly the case as well); every woman I spoke to – chicks at bars, female friends, the waitress at breakfast on Sunday morning, my own damn family members, – just seemed pissed off at me.
Was there some sort of Woman’s Conference on Jason Mulgrew at the Newark Airport Ramada on Friday night/Saturday morning that I didn’t know about? And was the theme of the weekend, "Jason Mulgrew: What a Dick?" Was a consensus reached that all women should be a total bitch to me in order to further deflate my ego and self-esteem?
If there was, I’m sorry. Women of the world, whatever I did to incur your wrath over the past 72 hours, I assure that I did not mean to do it. I was probably drunk and being insensitive and made a mistake. But I am truly, truly sorry. So please go back to being nicer to me. I’m not saying that we have to make out all the time, but a little kindness would really make me feel better right now.
2) Excellent fight on Saturday after some of the most boring undercards I’ve ever seen. I’m a little upset that Mayorga couldn’t put up a better showing, but they say that a boxer will always beat a fighter. I really enjoyed it though, and not just because I got to watch two Mexican-type people beat the hell out of each other. I secretly really love boxing.
3) Lastly and most importantly, I have a new addition in my life. Previously, the most important thing in my life was my iPod, which I use about six hours a day. However, it has been replaced. By this: a brand new Martin guitar.
I know it was a little expensive, but the theme of the weekend was a celebration of me, and what better way to celebrate myself than to buy an exorbitantly expensive present (for myself)? I justified the purchase as follows:
- What fun are credit cards if you don’t use them?
- I will have this guitar for many many years (or until I become retarded after a hot air balloon accident)
- When else can I reward myself for finishing my first book?
- At least I’m not spending the money on booze
Also, I love this guitar. As soon as I started playing it in the store, I knew I had to have it. It makes me deeply and profoundly happy. So I’m ok with the purchase.
I even went so far as to take some pictures of the new guitar so that I could post them on here – the first ever pictures posted actually in the blog. I took some exterior shots of the guitar, the neck, etc. Then I thought about taking a picture of me playing the guitar before I realized that that would be just about the gayest thing ever (c’mon - my roommate Brian, standing there, taking a posed picture of me playing guitar? I had a momentary lapses of toolness). So instead, I had Brian take a picture of me simulating masturbation on the guitar. Because I’m into photography, art, music, and self-sex.
But then a snag: I lost the cord that connects my digital camera to my computer. Therefore I could not upload the photos to my computer. Therefore my digital camera is now useless.
The point is that I had a hot and cold weekend but I have a lifetime keepsake for the rest of my life. Never mind that my rent is due in a week and I have NO IDEA how I’m going to cover it – that is not as important as art.
[I apologize for my lethargy in the post. It's Monday, I was too stressed to sleep well as I worried about money, and my ass is killing me. Apparently, my intestines have turned into a cement mixer. I'm so loaded on stool softener right now that I accidentally called my manager "Grandpa." Christ. I really need to go to a clinic or something and get everything taken care of at once.]
Now’s the time where I complain about how I don’t have many friends in NYC because they’ve all moved away or weren’t here in the first place, but it doesn’t really matter, since (drumroll, as this is a major announcement) I am 90% sure that this is my last year in New York City. I love the city and I have some great friends here, but I feel like I’m about ready to move on. I wouldn’t move until next June, so that means that by that time I’ll have been in NYC for six years. That’s a long ass time. I feel like if I’m going to do something crazy and pick up and move, I should do it now before I get too old and while I’m still single and desperately lonely. I have a pretty good idea where I’m going to move, but a lot can (and will) happen over the next year, so I don’t want to make any formal announcement yet. But I have been thinking about this for some time and it seems very likely that I will be moving to a new city next June.
But to stress, this is not because many of my friends have left the city. While this is true, it’s not the impetus for my (possible) move. Even though for the most part I have not made a new friend since 2001, I have adapted nicely and we had a pretty good crew all weekend. Friday night we boozed at my place before going to Lolita and another bar where a friend knew the owner, so we had many free tequila shots, which meant that my Saturday morning/afternoon was not very fun. Saturday night we watched the fight, went to a local bar, but then wound up taking a limo (?) to Tribe, where two of my buddies randomly realized that they went to college with the bartender/owner, so though I ordered about $200 worth of booze, my bar tab was significantly less.
The ups and downs of the weekend were that though I had a good time, some of my good buddies completely dissed the hell out of me and didn’t partake in any of the weekends activities. One dude ignored me so hard that I’m seriously hoping that he is ok. Another went on a date, because that is obviously much more important than a friend finishing his first book (though to be honest, I probably would have done the same to him, although in my defense, I go on dates with the frequency of the Olympic games, whereas he goes on dates about every four days). And a third friend was simply too drunk after the fucking horse race to make the trip into the city from Brooklyn (this was the easiest to forgive).
Other weekend randomness:
1) I’m not a ladies’ man, but did I miss something this weekend? I’m pretty bad with women to begin with, but it seems like every woman I came in contact with from the time I woke up on Saturday afternoon could not have been less interested in dealing with me. I’m not just talking about sexually either (though that was certainly the case as well); every woman I spoke to – chicks at bars, female friends, the waitress at breakfast on Sunday morning, my own damn family members, – just seemed pissed off at me.
Was there some sort of Woman’s Conference on Jason Mulgrew at the Newark Airport Ramada on Friday night/Saturday morning that I didn’t know about? And was the theme of the weekend, "Jason Mulgrew: What a Dick?" Was a consensus reached that all women should be a total bitch to me in order to further deflate my ego and self-esteem?
If there was, I’m sorry. Women of the world, whatever I did to incur your wrath over the past 72 hours, I assure that I did not mean to do it. I was probably drunk and being insensitive and made a mistake. But I am truly, truly sorry. So please go back to being nicer to me. I’m not saying that we have to make out all the time, but a little kindness would really make me feel better right now.
2) Excellent fight on Saturday after some of the most boring undercards I’ve ever seen. I’m a little upset that Mayorga couldn’t put up a better showing, but they say that a boxer will always beat a fighter. I really enjoyed it though, and not just because I got to watch two Mexican-type people beat the hell out of each other. I secretly really love boxing.
3) Lastly and most importantly, I have a new addition in my life. Previously, the most important thing in my life was my iPod, which I use about six hours a day. However, it has been replaced. By this: a brand new Martin guitar.
I know it was a little expensive, but the theme of the weekend was a celebration of me, and what better way to celebrate myself than to buy an exorbitantly expensive present (for myself)? I justified the purchase as follows:
- What fun are credit cards if you don’t use them?
- I will have this guitar for many many years (or until I become retarded after a hot air balloon accident)
- When else can I reward myself for finishing my first book?
- At least I’m not spending the money on booze
Also, I love this guitar. As soon as I started playing it in the store, I knew I had to have it. It makes me deeply and profoundly happy. So I’m ok with the purchase.
I even went so far as to take some pictures of the new guitar so that I could post them on here – the first ever pictures posted actually in the blog. I took some exterior shots of the guitar, the neck, etc. Then I thought about taking a picture of me playing the guitar before I realized that that would be just about the gayest thing ever (c’mon - my roommate Brian, standing there, taking a posed picture of me playing guitar? I had a momentary lapses of toolness). So instead, I had Brian take a picture of me simulating masturbation on the guitar. Because I’m into photography, art, music, and self-sex.
But then a snag: I lost the cord that connects my digital camera to my computer. Therefore I could not upload the photos to my computer. Therefore my digital camera is now useless.
The point is that I had a hot and cold weekend but I have a lifetime keepsake for the rest of my life. Never mind that my rent is due in a week and I have NO IDEA how I’m going to cover it – that is not as important as art.
[I apologize for my lethargy in the post. It's Monday, I was too stressed to sleep well as I worried about money, and my ass is killing me. Apparently, my intestines have turned into a cement mixer. I'm so loaded on stool softener right now that I accidentally called my manager "Grandpa." Christ. I really need to go to a clinic or something and get everything taken care of at once.]
