I got an e-mail from my mom today saying that my cat, eloise, has a urinary tract infection. Now she has to collect a urine sample. Poor baby kitty, poor mom for having to sit around all day waiting for my cat to cop a squat. In some sort of demented way this kind of makes me giggle a little.
Sonic Youth is playing in New York on Saturday for a suggested donation of $3. How fun does that sound?
Also, I'm only eating salad for the rest of my life, except when I eat cereal.
My friend/ old room mate Sean called me today while I was at work, this is odd because usually we keep in contact mainly through insults on facebook. Curiosity peaked. I called him back when I got home, and he had really awful news. Matt Miller, an old college "friend" had passed away from cancer at the ripe old age of 26 (maybe). I knew Matt because we lived on the same floor in the dorm, he roomed with Sean. We also saw each other on occasion after that year due to mutual friends, and eventually I ended up subletting his bedroom in an overpriced Kalamazoo apartment. We never spoke often, as we didn't have too much in common other than the people we knew, but he was a good man, with a big heart. Matt is the 2nd young person that I've know personally to have died of cancer. The other was my kindergarten "boyfriend" who died shortly after high school graduation.
It's unfortunate to have that kind of wake up call to realize how short life really is. I love where I'm at right now. No regrets.
I'm not sure what I thought I would accomplish by posting this, maybe I did it just because I could.
On another note, I have the apartment all to myself tonight. Win.
I got on the subway car today, and there is this mousy girl with her hands wrapped around, I assume, her boyfriends arm and her head on her shoulder. Did she not get the memo that it's a million degrees outside? If I were him I probably would have punched her.
I have a problem listening to, watching, reading the saddest things at the worst time. For instance today I came across a blog about a 25 year old woman who died of cystic fibrosis, and kept an online journal during her last years/months. Curiosity sparked. Listened to some of the video blogs while working, not the best idea considering my eyes welled up with tears, the story was heart-wrenching. Rewind a month ago when I was reading a few articles in a magazine about doctors telling their most intense moment at work. I cried on my commute home. I also remember a time where I was reading a book at the gym. cried. Moral of the story is to only read about bunnies and rainbows when in public spaces.
Last night my new friend Henry played at Birdland, a pretty famous jazz club in NY, and by played I mean it was open mic night and he sang an original about Lindsay Lohan while rocking it out on the accordion. The venue was amazing, the drinks were amazing, the company was amazing. In the audience sat Celeste Holm, she starred in the original "The Women," "All About Eve," and something else that I can't remember, but here is a photo :
I went to Whole Foods for lunch today, not unusual. When they asked me if I wanted a bag I said no, also not unusual. When I was walking back to work I glanced at my receipt and they took off 10 cents from my total on account of "go green bag refund." Obviously 10 cents is not that big of a deal, but I like that aside from preserving man-kind and all other living species there is incentive to be smart about what is necessary to have and what isn't.
Yesterday, after work, I met up with my room mates and some other friends for an open bar-happy hour, meaning we get free drinks for an hour so quit talk and order another. Awesome. We made our way down to the lower east side for some cheap falafel afterwards and decided the best decision was to leave (9:00-ish) after splitting a pitcher. On our way out we met some new friends, both named Andrew...long story short we ended up at a karaoke bar called "Sing Sing" in alphabet city. A private room full of strangers singing Metallica, so weird. We also bumped into Lech and Dorian at the door, I gave them my free song that we were given upon entering Sing Sing.
It's supposed to storm all weekend. I hope it does because that would give me an excuse to not leave my room.
1. Yesterday when I was leaving the train station I noticed a piece of masking tape stuck to the stairs that read "Work is Freedom." I suppose the interpretation of this is up to the reader, but at first I looked at it negatively. I thought "wow, what a miserable life this person must have if the only only way they can enjoy themselves is by sitting in an office (assuming that's their environment.) " How shitty would your weekends be if the whole time you're wishing for overtime? Or, on the flip side, maybe it was a homeless person looking for an out. I've been thinking about this piece of tape a lot lately. I don't know what my freedom is, and I'm going to explore al of my options. I want everything to be my freedom.
2. I sat 3 feet away from Jim Gaffigan last night. WIN.
Lisa (college roomie/ best friend in the entire universe) visited this weekend. We did a helluva lot of touristy things was is good considering I'm still semi-tourist. We went to the top of The Rock for a kick ass view of the city, took the staten island ferry so we could see the skyline and Lady Liberty, New York style pizza in Little Italy, Central Park, and to the Bronx to see Yankee stadium. Speaking of which, we rolled up at the perfect time because the Yankees were driving out of the building, and Joba Chamberlain (the pitcher) was pulled over on a curb signing autographs. YAHTZEE! ...except that I didnt get an autograph. The Yankees mean nothing to me, even Granderson.
I'm so exhausted, today was a ten hour day at work, plus two hours for commute, lack of sleep over the weekend, and waking up early to get Lisa to the train station.
Laura and I had the girls over for dinner. She (Laura) had made delicious cornish hens and they were ready by the time we had arrived. So so good. We spent the rest of that night talking about girly things and dancing around the living room until late into the night. It was nice, I hadn't hung out with a whole group of girls in that kind of setting probably since high school.
I made stuffed french toast for everyone in the morning. Laura and I bummed around town for awhile, watched a moving in the afternoon, and then headed into the city. We went to a club, yes a club (who am I?), and met up with Lech, and Chelsea, and later Dorian. First of all, I hate dancing, unless I've had enough cocktails. Anyway, it was just as I expected; over-priced, stuck up half naked people, smoke machines, and really terrible music. I had a mini anxiety attack as we waited to go outside to get a breather. I had never felt that way, I figured it was because I was getting shoved around, stepped on, and touching every single sweaty body surrounding me. We finally left around 3ish? to go to a diner down the road for a grilled cheese sandwich and shitty table service. Took the train into Hoboken, and a taxi back home. This city is so expensive.
The girls and I decided to stay in and try and save up since Sunday was the 4th and we knew we'd be out and about that day. It was a lovely day of sunbathing, eating New Jersey pizza (THE BEST PIZZA I'VE EVER HAD) and watching sex and the city. I'm excited to have girlfriends at arms length again, it's something I've been lacking for a couple of years.
Laura, Chels, and I went to Coney Island to watch Nathan's Hotdog Eating Contest, we followed that with a Circus Sideshow down the street. Then we took the train 40 minutes back into Manhattan where we waited 3 hours to watch the BEST fireworks show I've ever seen, and probably ever will. Everything was so well choreographed. When it was over New York looked like a zombie movie as thousands and thousands of people walked covered the streets. We ended the night with beer and Apples to Apples.
Life is good, I'm starting to get the hang of this place.