My challenge for myself is to write an entry every day whether I have anything to write or not. Which shouldn't be too hard, but which will probably be pretty tedious.
The elongated weekend was fun enough. Dined with Geoff and ladyfriend and Miss Charming Melodee at the Upper West Side Haru on Friday night, followed by ice cream and a nice walk. Geoff mentioned how different the upper west side was, a comment I always make when I'm up there, but for some reason I didn't realize that the major difference from the rest of the city was how white it was. Virtually no minorities anywhere. Having lived almost my entire life in predominantly white neighborhoods, I never really notice these kinds of things. Geoff mentioned that he likes to call the Upper West Side "Vermont." He claims to have once gotten into a cab, drunkenly told him to take him to Vermont, and next thing he knew they were in the Upper West Side. True or not, it's fairl amusing.
I also saw a girl that I went to college with. If I had guess where I would see this particular girl in New York, I would've guessed that it would be outside, smoking a cigarette on a sidewalk on the UWS. And there she was. She lived above the Honeycomb Hideout when Jed and I lived there, and I never really liked her much. Seemed very self-absorbed and had a gross overestimation of her own importance. Those things that automatically go hand in hand. Anyway, she seems to have lost a good amount of weight, which I can only imagine would make her all the more intolerable. Though, Miss CM pointed out, her calfs looked to be bearing quite a burden in her high heel shoes. Anyway, I'm supposed to go to a wedding this summer of a mutual friend- I can't even imagine that I have a mutual friend with this person- and I'll most likely see her there. I don't actually dislike her, and this is the most time I've ever spent thinking about her, but it's just reminding me how little that I actually want to go to this wedding. I won't know anyone else there, I won't even get to see my friend who's getting married, and it'll be a huge pain in the ass on the whole. I'm thinking of just saying that I'll be there, not show up, and take my chances that she won't even notice. It wouldn't be the first wedding I ditched, though in all the previous cases, the last time I spoke with those persons was when I told them I wasn't coming to their weddings.
The rest of the weekend was filled with picnic and barbecue committments, mostly in less-than-ideal weather. A Park Slope rooftop party/bbq on Saturday, a picnic in Prospect Park on Sunday, and a barbecue in a Gramercy Park apartment yesterday. None were hosted by direct friends of mine. I never seem to know anyone throwing a barbecue. The only time i really get involved in these things is when I throw them myself. That said, we're already gearing up for this year's Bastille Day B-B-Q. To this day, Jed and I still rank the "Fleur de Meat" as one of the greatest accomplishments of our lives.
Also of note- young master James returned to from his spring U.S. tour last wednesday, with a show at Siberia, which the crew attended. Also in attendence was Jed's old friend Sarah, previously of West Virginia. Afterwards we ate pancakes and whatnot at the diner next door, and tried to wait out the rain, which we did not do. But it did provide a nice picture.
Jen and Jed, in the rain on 9th ave and 40th st.