Finally, the room is mine, and I have a quiet moment. Though Nora will be back from the bathroom in a few minutes or so, depending on what she's doing in there. And then she'll read what I've read so far, and act shocked or dismayed or something, like I'm blaming her for the fact that this hasn't been written yet. It's not like an assignment or anything, but I hate when things get backed up like this. I'm going to go turn the A/C back on, so Nora's complaints will be diluted among different things.Anyway, a lot of activities lately, so I wanted to get caught up on everything before the week started. Let's see. On Wednesday night, Matt and I looked at a few more apartments. He really loved this place three blocks from here, but I wasn't too wild about it. Anyway, we took it the next day. And I'm fine with it. So then we decided to go to the beach. I had a lot of work to do for Caryn, transcribing three hours' worth of Leonard Cohen interview. After some debate, I convinced myself that I'd take the work to the beach with me and do it there. "Don't you have a laptop?" Matt asked. "You can do your work at the beach. I've seen the commercials." So we packed up the car and went to Tobay beach, just past Jones Beach on Long Island. I worked very very hard. I must say that I had some lovely frisbee tosses. Maybe I threw them rather then had them. Hmmmmm. Anyways, we spent many fun filled minutes taking photos of ourselves and looking at fake penisheads in garbage cans. Hmmmmm. Leading, eh? You'll never know. Soooo, we went on home as sunnier and happier people (see pictures below) and I spent most of the lonh hellish night doing more of the awful transcribing...what looked like a good idea for a little extra cash on the side turned into such an awful chore in the wee hours of the morn listening to Leonard mumble on about metaphysics. Oh the pain the pain the pain. Why does it feel like staying up that long was so much easier in college? Why do I sound like a forty year old? AHHHHH. It has already started. BUT, I managed to come through like the trooper I am and turned in the grand THIRTY FIVE FUCKING PAGES on time. Of course, I had to use a bit of 'real' work time to finish up, but come on...who can reeeeally spend 9 fucking hours a day dealing only in the import export business? Know what I mean?
So, on to Friday night...the night that was meant to be 'the night of FUUUUUUNNNNN'. And it was fun. But...it wasn't craaaazy fun. We ended up drinking the good old Capitan's favorite rum before we left the house and unfortunately Nora 'the life of the party' Zwehl was not feeling quite up to par that evening and had to choke down her own throw up for much of the night. She managed pretty damn well and even finished up the night without getting sick. Nice jobby Nora. So we met my brother Geoff outside Baraza on 8th St. and Ave. C. We couldn't get in because we didn't have enough girls with us. Fuckers. Anyway, we ended up just going to a few bars and drinking some of the night away. Matt and Jed were pretty drunk and funny and I watched somewhat cynically as is my style. Unfortunately, I ended up a little sick and couldn't dance the night away with the others when the bar played salsaish music. But the real question is would I have danced if I had felt better or am I a chicken livered sissy? Hmmmmmm. One to ponder.
Then, on to Saturday...Nora woke up around 9 am, when Matt called and wanted us all go to Mohawnk or somewhere, resort thingy upstate, to go hiking or something. I slept the morning away after Nora and Matt left. I had a dream about a coming Nuclear Holocast, a train I needed to catch, a giant mushroom cloud, and a supermarket bin of cheese. Sleepwalking my way through most of the day, I was glad I didn't go. I had a lot of laundry to do anyway. Nice to have a little time to myself to watch tv and fold my undergoods. So around 9 Nora and Matt returned from their outdoor adventure. We had planned on going to see the movie "The Others." And since that was the plan, that's what we did. It looked super creepy, particularly because it featured British children. And a very pale Nicole Kidman. We thought it was great. It was about as scary as i thought it'd be, but a little more clever than I was expecting. I was actually totally surprised. On the way home, down dark 7th ave, we were walking, all with a slight case of the creeps, when we happened to pass an older than dirt woman, sitting on her steps. I doesn't sound that scary, but when i saw her, at that moment it was about the biggest shock I'd ever had in my life. Nora and I were like "you saw that, right?" thinking maybe we were imagining things to creep ourselves out. Matt didn't see her, and didn't really believe us, so he walked back the thirty feet to look for himself. Then he turned back our way, sprinted past us, and ran the rest of the way home.
So then Jed and Dylan and I and a friend from college, Mark, and his brother went down to the bars on 5th Ave. We tried a few outdoor places, but they ended up being too crowded. So we ended up at Great Lakes. it was pleasantly uncrowded. And there were even some cute young ladies around. James and his girlfriend Rosario eventualy showed up, and it was a big ole party. James has recently shaved his beard, after nearly two years of facial hair. I'd forgotten how expressive his face is, and how uncomfortable he can make you with a single smirk.
Anyway, i'm incredibly tired. I had a lot more to say, but i suppose the lack of detail is ok for today. And i have plenty of pictures. Look!
Close up of me. And Nora's forehead. Matt took this. He gets the shakes.
Attempt number 2 by matt. Better.
Matt, doing one of his regular poses, on the beach.
Nora on the beach.
Closeup of Nora on the beach. With drier hair.
Closeup of me. I think this picture looks I'm a 60's folk singer. Or a member of the Monkees or something. Nora took it. We like this one.
Nora's past acting work includes a mayonaisse commercial, Miss July in the Advanced Auto Parts 2000 calendar, and "Migraine Sufferer #2" in an Excedrin ad.
Nora, Jed, and Me, on friday night. Jed wore my shirt and pants. And spiked his hair a bit. All New York-ed out.
Jed, Matt, and Me. Matt, by the way, has lost close to 20 lbs in a month.