July 18, 2000.  Tuesday
 
 
 

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    So last night after work, I grabbed Rodzilla and we eventually headed up to the Sidewalk bar on 6th st. and Ave. A.  There, we met up with Jed, James, and Dan, my roommate at the SHOE.  He's in town from CA for a few days, en route to Lexington, VA for a wedding.  Hadn't seen him in a good 13 months I reckon.  He's engaged.  Weird.

    So we sat around for a while, shooting da shit and whatnot.  James was playing the open mic there that night, which I suppose was the main reason we met there.  And it's only two blocks up from Rodzilla's school, so I thought it'd be a good chance for her to familiarize herself with the neighborhood.  After a few beers, Rodzilla started telling me and Jed about how, when she was 16, she was babysitting this 6 year old or something, who just wouldn't behave.  No matter how nice she was, I guess the kid just kept being a terror.  So, in her words "I pretended to be a robot."  That bumps her up a few notches in my book.  Later, she displayed her robot-like movements, much to our amusement.  Although we found it hilarious, Rodzilla was actually quite remorseful, because her robot-antics apparently traumatized this poor kid, and she wouldn't stop no matter how much he begged.  I guess that could be kind of scary, some weird woman you don't know, suddenly turning into a robot.  Not that I'd really know.
    Anyway, Rodzilla's remorse made talking about it all the funnier.  I can't seem to recall exactly what was being said, which was odd, because it was hilarious at the time.  But I do know that Rodzilla was hunched over with laughter for much of the subway ride home, and would periodically fling her hair into a passed-out guy sitting next to the door.  That was funny too.

    So I was out for lunch today, walking around Washington Square Park, when I noticed a thin crowd along the Northeast entrance.  I guess there was movie or something being filmed.  I stood there for a while, and could see the actors, but I couldn't make them out. One looked like William H. Macy.  I eventually asked the girl next to me, and she said she thought it was Ashley Judd.  After they started filming again, i had a clearer view, and it did look like her.  She's yummy.  Anyhow, as I was kind of bored, and felt a little stupid for just standing there, so i left. But as I left, I figured I'd just ask one of the guys whose job it was blocking the path to where they were filming exactly who it was over there. Before I could ask him anything, he said "The path's closed." Then i said "Who is that?" And without looking at me, he said "It's a mayonnaise commercial."  The fuck.  I wasn't really expecting such a bitchy answer to such an innocent question, and I was actually sort of stunned. So, dumbfounded, I just walked away.  But the more I thought about it, the more it really pissed me off.  He was copping a real uppity for a guy whose only job is to be a human roadblock.  So of course I thought about all the witty things I shoulda said to had I not been so dumbfounded. "Oh yeah, what kind of mayo?"  "I love mayonaisse."  Or "I love you."  Yeah, I'm pretty fucking funny.  Pissed me off, man.  Of course, if someone else were writing this, I think it'd sound like the bitter ramblings of a little man who can't get over his own insignificance.  If it were someone else, that is.
 

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