April 21st, 2002. Sunday

 
    I spent most of the weekend trying to recover from Friday.  Speaking of Friday, it went something like this:

    I got to work early, because I had to make sure I knew what was going on since the girl I work with is on vacation. It was a log day, and I worked a bit of overtime, but in general things went ok.  I had tentative plans to hang out with Rodzilla, stemming from the previous night.  Between work and home, there was a pretty spectacular thunder storm.  Pretty powerful . It was much more like a July-type storm.  Some of my favorite weather. It's jsut fun to stand outside and watch.  So it managed to bring the temperature down from the high 80's and it hasn't picked up since. Instead of summer, now it feels like fall. I just want spring.

    Anywhow, Rodzilla came over after work, bringing a chunk of expensive blue cheese from her wine store.  Then we, along with Josh, walked down to Matt's apartment, where he and Jed and Jen were already hanging out.  Jen recently moved out of her Upper West Side apartment, and into a friend's spare apartment near NYU.  So she's been hanging out a lot more. Which is nice. We have missed her.  So we hung out at Matt's for a while.  Rodzilla and Jen traded band-aid stories, since both had butchered feet from breaking in new shoes.  Matt said he could make a killing selling band-aids on the street right now, since it's the beginning of spring and all the ladies are breaking in new shoes.  Jed had a bottle of wine called "La Romance."  It said "Fall in love all over again."  It cost $4.99.  But it had a cork and everything.  So then we walked down to Long Tan. It was an incredibly pleasant night out, and it seemed the perfect time to sit outside and drink caipirinhas.  So we did.  Caipirinhas sure are tasty.  If you click on that link, you'll find a little rhyme about drinking too many.  I think I had about three, as did Matt and Rodzilla.  I can't really remember much about what we talked about. I think we spent a lot of time talking about college, which was amusing to everyone but Josh, since he didn't go to school with us.  Long Tan closes fairly early, so around 1:30, after Jed and Josh had gone home, Matt, Rodzilla, Jen, and I walked down to Great Lakes. Where I knew we'd end up.

    So more drinks at Great Lakes.  And a few hours of the sorts of conversations you can only have after many drinks at 3 am.  I saw Betsy and Paula, the regulars I always see there. I've started seeing at least one of them everytime I go out , even when I go to other bars.  They were talking to me about something, making reference to somethind I had said to them a while ago, and I had no idea what they were talking about. But I was really impressed that they apparently thought the same way I did. But when I congratulated them on that, they were like "No, you told us that. It's our favorite line that you've said." I think it was something about how the only innovation the Japanese ever come up with is to make something smaller and/or put a clock on it.  Now I remember. They commented on my t-shirt, and I told them it was from Japan.  Anyway, this is neither here nor there.  So Matt, Jen, Rodzilla and I are all wrapped up in conversation, and the next thing we know, it's 4:30, and the bar is empty and the gates are locked.  So we walked back to Matt's house.  On the way, we spoke with Rodzilla's roommate Katey, who had been out on a date with a young man named Juan Carlos.  I hope she keeps seeing him, if only so I can keep asking "So, how is Juan Carlos?"

    Back at Matt's, somehow we got to talking about the new Johnson and Johnson's pre-moistened toilet paper.  Matt said he'd read that 63% of Americans say they wet their toilet paper before wiping.  This was to make him feel better about the fact that he does this.  In fact, he doesn't keep the toilet paper on the roller by the toilet, from what I understand. It's so he can wet the paper more easily.  Jen, Rodzilla, and I didn't believe this, or didn't want to believe this.  But Matt insisted that his whole family did this, and raised him to do the same.  After we still didn't believe him, he composed a short email to his mother asking her to confirm that she indeed tell him to wet before he wiped.  It was a fairly graphic email, and Jen didn't like that her name was involved and didn't want the email sent.  There was some confusion after Rodzilla grabbed the mouse and the message disappeared.  So we're wondering if it was sent or not.  Anyway, by now it was around 6 am.  Rodzilla is asleep on Matt's bed, and Jen is falling in and out of sleep.  The cd mix I made is playing, and by the time the last song rolled around, Jen is fast asleep.  The last song is Mogwai's "2 Rights Make 1 Wrong." a nine-minute cosmic masterpiece.  I almost wish we had a video of the 15 minutes that matt and I played this song one and a half times. Then I wish we could burn it.  But i'd love to see it just once.  We had some sort of semi-choreographed dance going on.  It was like we were each doing a little interpretive dance to the song, and it was one of the funniest things I've seen in a long time.  There were some pictures taken, of what I can't really remember.  I know Rodzilla was somehow involved, as were her toes, and possibly a plastic fork. We'll just have to wait for the film to be developed. This is when I'm glad it wasn't a digital camera. There's something magical about getting back a roll of film and being completely surprised when you see the pictures.

    So around 6am I woke Rodzilla up, because she had to be at work in about 6 hours, and had a half hour trip back to Queens.  And I suspected she'd have been pissed off if I's let her sleep at Matt's and show up for work in the same clothes she'd left work in 12 hours earlier.  One of the little things that's always bothered me about Rodzilla is she has a tendency to do things that are fun and then express much regret about later.  It makes it really hard sometimes, because when you're hanging out, it can take some of the enjoyment away because you never know what she's going to say about it later.  It's probably some sort of repression/guilt thing.  And I'm pretty sure she'd agree with me on that.  Though in fairness, this sort of behavior has been much less frequent lately.  Anyway, I called her a car, then walked home. It was a pretty pleasant walk.  Many people were already up doing things, going for their morning jog or getting coffe or what have you.  The garbage was being collected, and in a drunk delerium and sprinted about a block, hurdling trash cans. I also talked to a few pigeons.  So i got home shortly before 7, and fell right to sleep, apparently right before there was a 5.1 earthquake somewhere little upstate. I didn't feel anything.  Anyway, I had that weird dream, and was woken around noon by the ringing phone.  It was Rodzilla.  She was standing on the subway platform in Queens, waiting to go to work. Poor girl.  She said I hadn't called to make sure she got home ok. I was fairly confident that she did, but I did plan to call later in the day to make sure she got to work ok, since I knew she'd be sort of a zombie for most of the day.  So I was trying to efficiently combine the phone calls.  Anyway, we had a short, sleepy conversation, then I slept for a few more hours.  Then did nothing all day but eat sushi, watch tv, do my laundry, and play guitar.  I was actually feeling insanely bored for a good portion of the day, since I was the only one home for long stretches.  Oh, and I watched most of the Pauly Shore movie Son In Law.  As tired as I was, I felt a real need to do something.  So I spent most of the night recording little guitar bits on the 4-track I borrowed from Caryn. Also spent a good time trying to fix my broken microphone, to no avail.  But I was pleased with the guitar playing.

    I had another unsettling dream last night, this one involving a lot of people and some weird settings. I know both Rodzilla, the army, and the cast of the West Wing played significat roles in the dream.  And I spent most of today doing even less than yesterday.  Though I did finish a review of the new Luna album that I'm writing for this website. I'm terrible at writing reviews, so i thought I could use the practice.  Though it wasn't really good practice, since I'm a big fan of Luna.  After reading the first draft, I had to change a lot, because it read like I was their publicist or something.  But at the very least, it's nice to be writing a little bit.  And I can't wait for next weekend.  I really don't like work at all.

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