February 11th, 2001.  Sunday
 
 

    My weekend:

    I spent most of Friday in the East Village.  After a quick lunch, I sat in a coffee shop all afternoon reading newspapers and my book, drinking coffee, and eating cookies.  Very pleasant.  I was trying to find story ideas for the magazine.  I also put a good dent in the Vonnegut short stories I'm reading.  Anyway, after that I strolled around killing time for the rest of the afternoon.  I had absolutely nothing to do, and nowhere to go.  So I headed west, and ended up at NYU, mainly to use the bathroom.  From there i wandered further west to the Barnes and Noble on 6th Ave, and sat and read some comic books and a book of pictures taken by the Hubble Space Telescope.  Fascinating. Very pretty.  Called Jed, made plans to meet up later in the evening. It was about six now, and I'd been wandering for a few hours and was pretty tired, so I decided to just get on the subway and ride uptown, just so i could sit.  But as I was waiting for the train, I just decided it'd be more interesting to follow someone around for half an hour.   So I started following this girl getting off the A train.  I walk really fast, and a lot of people complain about that, but this girl left me in the dust.  maybe I was tired from walking all day, but I just couldn't keep up. by the time she got to Washington Square Park, I gave up.  But for the brief time I was following her it struck me how easy it is just to follow someone around without them knowing.  It's a but disconcerting actually, especially since being mugged.
    So I eventually met up with Jed and had a dinner of greasy fried chicken. then, with nowhere to go, we wandered around the Village, and headed back east.  Ended up at the Astor Place Barnes and Noble. Then over to a bar on St. Marks called Holiday, where we spent last saturday night.  Cheap drinks. Anyway, out roommate dylan showed up eventually, and we sat in the bar and watched Dateline.  it was about these siamese twins that were being separated.  it was sort of...something. I'm not sure what.  Anyway, that was about it for Friday night.
    On saturday, I slept till about 1.  Spoke with Rodzilla, and headed into the city to catch a movie.  The woman who runs the school she works at has this weird knack for always making me feel like I'm doing something wrong whenever I see her at the school.  I'm not sure what it is, but it's getting sort of creepy.  Anyway, Rodzilla and her roommate Katey and I stopped for a bite to eat at the 2nd Ave Deli.  I was saying that I could eat anything, as long as there was meat and cheese on it. So when I told the waitress that Rodzilla and I wanted to split a cheeseburger, I was horrified to find out the place was kosher.  I don't understand this no meat and cheese thing.  Makes no sense to me. Anyway, we split a bologna sandwhich.  It was tasty.
    So then we walked to the Lowes theatre on 3rd ave. and 11th to see Traffic.  I'd heard different things about it, but i have to say I really liked it.  It was entertaining, and it made me think. I don't ponder the war on drugs very often, but the film brought up a lot of interesting points.  I want to boil it down to something simple like "we can't win" or something, but I don't think that's possible.  And frankly, trying to formulate an opinion on it right now would be too tough. So let's move on.

    So after the movie, it was significantly colder than when we'd gone in the theatre, which made the walk back to Rodzilla's place fairly unpleasant.  Rodzilla and I sat around and watched the Simpsons for a bit, then went to the coffee house I'd spent all of friday in.  So we sat there for a few hours, drinking tea and eating cookies and talking.  It was pleasant.  Sitting in bars hasn't really been doing it for me lately. It's just a way to get out and talk to people.  Sitting around and drinking tea and eating cookies works just as well. And it's cheaper. So we did a little catching up, and I headed back to Brooklyn. I was supposed to meet up with Jen at some point, but it was too cold to walk around until she called, and it was already 11.  I was also supposed to go to a part at Amy's house, but I couldn't muster the strength for that, even though i was really curious about it.

    So I came home, had dinner, and decided to go down to 5th Ave, where jed and Kathy were.  They're "just friends" now. Though I saw no evidence of that last night.  Anyway, Kathy had a little dinner party that night that I didn't go to, so I decided to meet them at Great Lakes, just two doors away.  I didn't do a whole lot of talking while i was there.  Not until Rachel showed up.  I've known her for almost a year now, and only recently have I actually begun to really enjoy her company.  Which sucks, because I just found out she's leaving NY in a few weeks.  Never care about anything. That way you'll never get hurt.  Anyway, I'd spent last thursday in the Lakes with rachel as well after returning from the Sidewalk in the Village, and we've gotten to talking about stuff.  It's nice to have new people to talk to where you can say about anything.  I guess i could have been talking to her for the past year, but it's only recently that i decided to exercise that option.  I think she's been somewhat surprised that I can actually go out and have fun, because normally when she was around and hanging out with Jed, I'd just sit there silently for a few hours and then go home.  I've been known to be a bit of a wet blanket.  Anyway, I was really planning on going to bed early yesterday.  I was just really tired all day.  but i just got sucked into staying out all night.  Here's something I learned about Rachel.  we were joking around about something, I forget what, and she said "Oh, buy me a drink, Pookie." And I was all "What did you just call me?"  And she said "uh...Pookie"  And I said "why?"  and she said that that's what she used to call her boyfriend.  She said they'd always say things like "Hi pookie!" or abbreviate it like "hey, pooks, buy me a beer," or "Goodnight pooks."  Needless to say, I found it all terribly disturbing.
    We didn't really stay out that late, but by chance we were the last people in Great Lakes.  that'd pleased us to some degree, because we've spent so much time hanging out there and we've never been the last people in the bar.  there's always some creep in the back hanging on some girl or something. The latest I was ever there was around 5:30am, and there were probably still 10-15 people there. But the place was empty by 4.  So we took a car home to my apartment and hung out till like 6:30 I think, listening to music and babbling non-sensically and trying to make conversation. I think I kept falling asleep, and would have conversations in my dreams that would carry into the real world. I do that, and i hate it. It's really embarrassing, and sometimes I say some really fucked up stuff.  Anyway, when she called for a car to take her home it was already light out.  I'd never seen the 6am light outside in Brooklyn. It was very peaceful and calming.  It's the only time when it's light out and there's really no activity, particularly because it was sunday.
    So I went with Rachel down to the Tea Lounge on 7th ave. this afternoon.  The crowd there is pretty much the same crowd that's in Great Lakes at night.  So I continuted to tell my stories, and she told hers, and I had a strawberry and hibiscus tea and a cherry bar.
    Rodzilla was saying yesterday that she thinks she might be spending too much time by herself.  Something about voices in her head.  Anyway, I think I'm not doing that enough.  I really need to get centered and settled.  I'm feeling better than i have in a while, but I'm still restless at times, and I'm thinking some quiet time alone, besides at 2am in my room, would do me more good than I even think.  We shall see.

    In retrospect, I was feeling a sort of silliness yesterday that I hadn't noticed was gone.
 

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