July 30, 2001.  Monday
 

    Nora has a shirt that has "Moody" written on it in sparkles.  I think it's funny.

    I'm sitting here in the dark, not wanted to go to bed yet.  The goal is to stay up until I'm super tired, then get into bed and fall asleep immediately.  Until then, I'll just do things to keep my mind occupied.  Like this.  I don't want to lie there for an hour and let my mind wander and torture me with all these stupid things I've got to worry about.  It's the usual mix of work/career/future problems and various other personal dilemmas.  I won't bored you with the details.  Instead, I'll bore you with something else, like a rundown of the weekend.
    Friday night is a bit hazy.  Jed, Matt, and I polished off a bottle of vodka in a fairly quick time, then went to meet Nora and her friend Kelly in Union Square.  We took a car there, and had some minor conversation with the driver about what a nice car he got to drive, a leather interior Lincoln Town Car.  I said some stupid shit.  By the time we got to Union Square, which I don't even really remember, Nora was already there, waiting.  I had to pee something fierce, so after finding Nora and Kelly and their friend Kim, i ran off looking for a commode.  I ran across Union Square East, but couldn't find anything, so I tried the Barnes and Noble on Union Square North, to find it was closed. So I sprinted over to the McDonalds on the West side and had to wait in of course a terribly long line.  I'm sort of impressed that I was able to sprint so well, weaving through traffic and pedestrians, without any incident at all.  I suppose I was, as they say, "ripped to the tits," but surprisingly in control.  So after that, I ran back to the south side of Union Square where I'd left the gang.  From there, no one had any idea where we wanted to go, so I suggested some bar on 18th St, on block north of the square. It's called the Old Town Bar or something like that.  I had a tall, thick Murphy's Irish stout, which I nursed for like an hour, while slouching incredibly low in the booth.  Nora and Kelly amused themselves by taking my cell phone, as well as Matt's, and dialing random numbers from the memory dial.  I ended up talking to some Korean girl I'd met in San Francisco, outside the Boom Boom Room, the night of Dan's wedding in April.  For some reason, I'd put her number in my phone that night.  That night is sort of hazy too.  I think she told me to call her the next day if I'd really meant all those things I'd said.  So I took the number, then called her when she was a block away.  So on Friday, Jed found the number in my phone, dialed it, and handed it to me. I talked to her for about 7 minutes, mostly explaining why I was calling, though I can't remember exactly what I said.  She's moving to New York in a month, and I told me to call me when she gets here.  I'm a fucking idiot.  She already thinks I'm a fucking insincere jerk, and if she actually does call me I don't know what I'll do.  But she knew it was me when I called, so apparently she had my number stored in her phone as well.  I should either drink less, or just drink this much more often, so I'm better behave when this sort of thing happens. As it is, right now, after six shots, I pretty much end up acting like a teenage girl who's drunk for the first time.
    Anyway, after someone ordered me a second beer, I had to get out of there, so I went back to the McDonalds and ordered up some of them Mighty Wings, which to my great pleasure came with a tangy cheese sauce.  So matt and I sat on some steps across the street from the bar and I ate my wings until the rest of the party emerged from the bar.  So we walked over to this place called the Galaxy, a sort of chic little bar and restaurant next to Irving Plaza.  After sitting there for about 2 minutes, I decided I had to get out of there.  First of all, i didn't want to pay  7 dollars for another beer I didn't really want.  Second, the place was a little too hip for me.  Once it was decided that we were leaving, i bolted from my chair and ran out to the sidewalk.  I guess i didn't want to be part of the conspicuous group that walked in, sat down, and left.  We found some other bar across the street, ordered a pitcher of beer, and called it a night.  Matt, Jed, and I got in a cab, and the next thing I knew, we were home.

    The next morning I was feeling incredibly poopy, but I'd told Matt I'd go down to the gym with him.  So he came and picked me up and we went to this crappy gym down in southern Brooklyn. I really hated it.  This gym didn't give you towels, and I hated using the equipment after some sweaty guy. It's just disgusting.  Anyway, it was unpleasant in general.  That evening, got a call from Rodzilla and went over to her apartment to watch a movie.  She and her roommate decided to rent Bring it On, that cheerleading movie with Kirsten Dunst.  It was entertaining.  Dumb here and there, but generally amusing.  And Rodzilla give me half a cheese and vegetable omelet, so in general the experience was a pretty positive one.  After the movie, I met up with Matt and one of his friends from law school at a bar on Avenue C, some Brazilian kind of place that served these tasty Brazilian drinks. I forget what they're called.  Anyway, the place was small and packed and they weren't letting anybody else in, but Matt came out an got me.  They were talking to these two girls that are leather designers, who apparently have designed things for J. Lo and the like.  They were friends of this Andrea girl, who was celebrating her 31st birthday and was the reason Matt and his friend Greg were there.  The group in general seemed pretty nice, and these leather girls in particular were really nice and actually sort of interesting.  After a while we walked over to the Alphabet Lounge a few blocks south, but by then I was pooped and the only really interesting thing I did was drop a full Corona on my foot and watch 70 percent of the beer flow onto the floor, then I stood there for 5 minutes waiting for the foam to settle.  Then i really wanted to go home. Then an hour later, my wish was granted.

    The parents came into town on Sunday, so I met them up at brother Geoff's place on 65th street on the Upper West Side.  They'd brought me my trumpet, which James thought he might like to use on the album he's recording. I haven't played it in a long time, and James is pretty picky when it comes to sounds, so i'm guessing what'll happen is I'll go into the studio, play the melody he wants me to play, he'll say it sounds like crap-either the way the trumpet sounds or my playing or both- then i'll be somewhat indignant but act nonchalantly ok about the whole thing, then I'll leave the trumpet with him if he wants to screw around with it, then I'll go get a beer or something.  We shall see.  Anyway, so I was in a pretty shitty mood for most of yesterday, which has carried into today, and doesn't look to go away until at least after work tomorrow.
    After work today I went to the gym with Matt, mostly because exercise and sleep is supposed to help your general mood.  Matt's on this crash diet where he eats only oatmeal in the morning, salad for lunch, then a "sensible" dinner. He sounds like Tommy Lasorda in those Slim Fast commercials. Still, he's a good guy to go to the gym with. I get really lazy when I go by myself. Not to mention, I often hurt myself as well.  So after lifting for an hour, we ran a not-too-quick mile, then left.  We ran a few errands, then I came home and continued feeling like crap.

    Here's something sort of exciting though-  A long lost highschool friend, Jaime Bashore, emailed me yesterday. She told me she'd been at a bridal shower, and had heard from one of her friends, Darcie, that her husband had been searching her name on the net, and "came across a site of ramblings that had both of our names in it.  when she told me about what it said and i knew it had to be you!  so i decided to search for it when i got to work today and i found it and laughed!"  After feeling like a tool for a good few minutes, I was amused by the "site of ramblings" part. Still, it was a fucking huge shock.  I was always sort of afraid that people from high school that I didn't really want reading this would find this.  Which is why I tried not to use my real name here too much.  Too late now though.  after I went back and read the entry she was referring to, the April 3rd entry from this year, i was even more embarrassed.  But I guess it was worth it.  I'd actually been thinking 'bout that Jaime girl recently, kind of wondering what ever became of her. I hadn't spoken to her in over three years, and I can't even remember the last time we saw each other.  There was a time, arond 1993-94, that she was a pretty important person to me.  I had a lot of fun hanging out with her, though I could never really figure out why we were friends.  Looking back, I have even less of an idea now.  i like to think it's because I'm such a quality person, and people are just drawn to my refreshing, witty, irreverant, and often outrageoustake on life.  I'd also like to be able to fly.  Anyway, she's engaged now, as I'd heard in April.  I guess I met the guy once when I was visiting her up at Penn State many years ago.  She's also doing her residency at the Reading Hospital now.  I was born there, as were two of my brothers and countless friends and acquaintences.  She's in the ob/gyn field.  Never woulda pegger her for that.  Can't wait to hear the stories.  She said that she gets a lot of former classmates in, and how weird it is to have know them from highschool, then, in her words "asking them to let me check their vaginas."  That amused me.  I'm going home in three weeks, and I guess we'll meet up at some point.  I'm really curious about how that'll be.  I can't remember how she talks really, and I'm sure it's different from how it was when we last spoke on a regular basis, which was probably at least six years ago.  By the way, there's a mildly amusing, to me anyway, anecdote about Darcie and her dog from a little list of childhood memories found on the October 9th entry.  I've since been told by another highschool classmate that the dog was an Irish Setter named Clancey.  So that's one little mystery solved.  Anyway, at the very least, it'll be interesting.  There is one unresolved issue I have with her, that I will forever be pissed off at her about, that I'm hoping now she's mature enough to resolve.  But that's sort of a long story.
    Anyway, I'm still not very tired, but at least I'm in a little better mood.  So we'll give this sleep thing a shot.  I hate going to bed after Nora's asleep, because I too polite and crawl around silently, trying not to wake her up. She's on of those people who's always annoyed when you wake her up in the middle of the night.  Especially if you're naked.  Or so i'm told.

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