January 16th, 2002. Wednesday
After work last night, I was supposed to go see In the Bedroom with Rodzilla. But that plan changed, so I met her at Cafe Orlin on St. Marks for coffee instead. I was pretty impressed with how quickly i got over there. It took me less than 20 minutes, which is pretty good from deep in the West Village to the East I think. Anyway, we seem to have an awful lot of discussions lately about how "we" are "doing." When we were dating, this would've been troublesome. Now, it's still sort of weird, but it's also fairly interesting. Though we still manage to insult each other and say hurtful things. Mostly inadvertantly, but no more excusable. But all in all, it's a very, and almost surprisingly, pleasant interaction.
Besides our status talk, conversation was lively. Until we decided to eat dinner there and she ordered a veggie burger. Rodzilla is terribly allergic to peanuts, so naturally the burger had ground up walnuts in it, which we did not discover until she'd eaten about half of it. So I gave her the rest of my delicious potato pancake and ate the rest of her burger. You know how occasionally you'll come across a meat the reminds you of dog food? Like at Taco Bell or in those Jamaican beef patties you can get in NYC pizza shops? The veggie burger was very reminiscent of what I think vegetarian dog food would look like. Not to say that's a bad thing. I love Taco Bell and Jamaican beef patties. I like the food at Cafe Orlin in genearl. And that potato pancake sure was tasty. Anyway, after dinner I walked her down St. Marks as far as the comic shop. Nothing was going on at the comic shop, that is, besides the girl with the freshly cut pink mohawk, so i went home.Dylan was making about a dozen chicken legs when I walked in. I they were tasty. And I finally removed the airconditioner from my window. It's the first time that window's been closed in 20 months. Trying to save money on electricty, and the little hole to the outside surely wasn't helping.
Got an email from Caryn just now. Subject: jason schwarzmam. Message: is standing next to me. Funnily enough, she was just online ordering the Rushmore DVD. It's kind of like that Mac commercial where that guy is sitting the the theatre, and all these musicians, like Liz Phair, George Clinton, etc., are up there and the guy is telling them what he wants on his mix cd. Well, it's not quite like that, but that's the best analogy I can come up with right now.
Just home. I planned on getting back from work relatively early and practicing for the guitar lesson tomorrow. I called Caryn when I got out of work, as I often do, just to have someone to talk to as I walk to the subway. She said "Come to Botanica," the bar on Houston. I said "Who's there?" She said "It doesn't matter who's here! I'm here!" I think she took offense to this, but I just wanted to know because I really wasn't in the mood to meet and/or talk to strangers, and she knows too many people. But it was fine. Besides Caryn, Nate, Julia Ana (Nate's roommate), and Phoebe were also present, so I had a beer and we sat there for a while talking about whatever. People whose company I enjoy. At least 75% of the time. Around 11:50 I looked at my watch and knew there was no way I'd catch the F train before midnight, when it stopped running to Brooklyn, so I just gave up any notion of going home any time soon and relaxed a bit more. So I took a cab home with Phoebe, made some pierogies, and played Nintendo with the roommates. Then concentrated on the guitar for about half an hour. I'm screwed. I have to start getting more than four hours of sleep a night. Weekend is two days away. Jen from DC is in town this weekend, though I probably won't see her until Sunday. I don't have MLK Day off. Can you believe that? So I'm sure I'll be out carousing with Jen and her friend Libby on Sunday night, which will just start this drink/sleep-deprived cycle all over again. Not that I mind. It's the most rock n' roll I can be these days. And I always like when Jen comes up to visit. I usually end up doing stuff around town that I normally wouldn't do. So I'm looking forward to that. But not as much as I am to sleeping until 3 on Saturday.
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