I was raw from last nights drink-a-palooza but needed to get up early and pick up my shades. I had lost them last week in a cab and was miserable without them. All week I felt down and it got me thinking. Why was the loss of shades affecting me so much? The answer was obvious, these shades were no longer shades, they were a part of me.
As children we have a teddy bear or blanket (blankie) that comforts us. As adults we have shoes or jeans that fit just right and make our ass look great. For me it’s a pair of black wrap around Blinde shades.
After we picked them up from Dis Respectacles Eyewear in the West Village we did some window shopping and had a late lunch at Olive Tree. When we got back I skipped dinner and watched Sunshine, Danny Boyle’s attempt at sci-fi.
It started out like you standard sci-fi movie, a multi-cultural crew (earths last hope) is tasked with jumpstarting the dying star we call the sun. Thirty minutes in and the movie took a nosedive and devolved into a muddled mess. The verdict, skip it.
American Gangster was next in the queue and it didn’t disappoint. The movie was long but never felt boring or tedious. Each scene helped flesh out the characters and drive the plot. Go figure. Verdict, definite must see.
I feel I should add a bit of a disclaimer, I heart Ridley Scott. In my opinion he is the best director working today.
I didn’t really do anything with my morning, which was defiantly welcomed considering I’d been out late all week.
In the evening I met up with Al and T for dinner at Gobo. I wanted to eat relatively healthy and had a craving for their stuffed red pepper. When we arrived the wait was an hour long but my charm and luck got us seated right away. I realized immediately they were not serving the stuffed pepper since it’s seasonal. So, instead I opted for the scallion pancakes, fried spinach dumplings (so much for healthy) and butternut squash risotto.
Afterwards T took us to Voldenuit for drinks. The place had a really strong Eastern European / vampire coven vibe. I was expecting a sexy vampire girl to slide out from the shadows, seduce me and leave me in some alley drained of all my blood. After having hot vampire sex of course 
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Considering we were in the neighborhood I decide to show Al and T Blue Ribbon Bar. After a cocktail and some interesting conversation about dreams and the metaphysical (typical drunk conversation) we tried to catch a cab to Vig Bar. That proved impossible so we opted to walk across town in the cold. It was like living in Russia minus the babushkas.
T took off and Pab showed up shortly thereafter. We ended the night at Big Daddy’s Diner were I got shot down by this girl that looked like Tera Patrick, heartbreak. Next time I’ll sweep the leg so she can’t get away.
I was tired from last night’s party at Touch and prayed Friday would be quite but had no suck luck. My 9:00am meeting was grueling and I was expected to pay attention and actually contribute. The rest of my workday was rounded out by an afternoon trip to the Tower for a “working session” which played out exactly as I thought it would. The client was willing to do just enough to keep their job and fuck innovation.
As soon as 5:00pm rolled around I punched out and made my way to The 30-30 Challenge. Erik really tried hard but we only placed 4th. Had the contest been based purely on heart and a desire to win we would have placed first. Better luck next year.
A few of us headed to Stone Creek afterwards for a quick drink before I met up with Lisa, Genevive and T for dinner at Rayuela. The food was phenomenal and the ambiance ridonkulous. I think this might be my new date spot.
As I sat at dinner I couldn’t help but feel grateful that I have such amazing friend’s. They were defiantly the highlight of my night.
I had received an invitation to a NYC TV release party in the mail (yes the mail) from Timi and figured it would be fun. I planned on meeting Christopher and catching up considering I hadn’t seen him since we had dinner at the Palm Too restuarant.
I brought along Ray and the both of us went to town. It was like we had entered the Walmart of on-air personalities / models and they were having a clearance sale. We both had a great time and I made a few new friends. Now lets see if they remember me when I call them.
What should have been a boring Wednesday turned out to be a day I’ll never forget. I arrived at work late as usual and began my daily routine. I saw an email from someone interested in getting to know one another from Match.com in my inbox. The message was short and included their email address and instant messenger handle.
We instant messaged throughout the day and decided to meet after work at Gstaad. Drinks turned into a hunt for candy (Swedish fish and malt balls), a movie (The Diving Bell and the Butterfly), and a failed attempt at illegal after hours shopping in Bloomingdales.
We had just met a few hours ago but already on some level we had clicked and all the bullshit commonly associated with first dates faded away. Our inner child emerged and we were able to just be ourselves and enjoy each others company. Bags’ full of candy lay in our laps as we sat in an empty theater watching a French foreign film. With every joke or lull in the film we teased one another.
It was like a scene in a movie minus to contrived romance. What was happening was natural and real. So much so that a warm feeling washed over me and for the first time in a long time I felt like life was going to be better than I’d imagined.
A while ago I mentioned Chika had gone to Japan for New Years and brought me back a bunch of cool little knick-knacks. One of them I specifically requested is called the neko nyanbou. It’s an artificial, bionic, prosthetic cat paw.
I could write for hours on end about the many applications but instead I’ve decided to include a few pictures that illustrate some of its most basic uses. Enjoy.
At least that’s what it said in the email I got from my ex-wife. I’m not really sure how I should feel. Part of me is sad that I failed at marriage while another part is filled with a sense of relief that all the bad stuff is behind me and I can finally move on.
After work we hit Mad Hatter for a little President’s Day celebration. While at the bar two blondes grabbed my arm, pulled me aside and asked, “is jigaboo a racist term? ” I would have normally walked away but I had to see what other bullshit would spill out of their pie holes. Twenty minutes and a series of racist remarks later they mustered up enough courage to ask for my number. I gave them a fake one and walked away. A few people from work saw the whole thing and I think I might start getting a reputation for picking up tramps. I’m not sure if this is a good or bad thing.
Before heading home Erik and I decided to start training for the 30-30 Challenge.
The 30-30 Challenge
Time and Date: TBD (Possibly Friday Feb. 22nd 5:00pm)
Venue: 10th Floor Kitchen
Eat 30 McNuggets in 30 minutes.
Fastest time wins.
- Max of 4 teams — team is comprised of an eater and a saucier.
- The saucier man cannot consume any nuggets.
- Team must supply beverages
- Teams must be nominated no later than February 20th 2008.
- Competing teams must provide a $7.00 entry fee.
- Judges will consider nominations. Please be persuasive.
- Please send nominations to ________ or ________
The organizers will provide 30 McNuggets to each team. Dipping sauce is available, if needed.
In the event of a tie, a 10 nugget eat-off (same rules apply) will break the tie.
The winner will receive the McNugget Champion Cup.
All rules subject to change by judges at any time.
Good Luck To All!
After pounding back 20 nuggets I went home and watched The Last King of Scotland.
The Last King of Scotland
The poster sums it up perfectly. Charming. Magnetic. Murderous.
George and I headed to Coney Island to get our taxes done. I would normally just get them done around here or do them myself online. But for the past three years George and I have used this accountant that always gets us money and makes us laugh.
I was feeling raw from last night’s party and needed grease badly. I convinced George to drive up to Roosevelt Field Mall for Johnny Rockets and shop therapy. I picked up “The Perfect Pushup.” I usually avoid any product that has an infomercial but for some reason this product looked like it worked. Four hours later my chest, arms, ab’s and back were burning.
I think I lost my black Blinde shades on Friday. I need to check my desk at work. Please let them be there or else I’m out $275.
I was planning on going to Staten Island to visit Nick but the past few nights had been taxing. Instead I opted to sleep in and catch up on 21 Jump Street season five. My only concrete plans were Corina’s/Monica’s birthday extravaganza.
The invite said eight but I knew that was way to early. I figured ten would give me enough time to get dressed, get money from the ATM and some road sodas.
I exited the subway and made my way to the convenience store. Two minutes of fighting with the ATM card reader later and I was finally able to punch in my PIN. While waiting for the money to dispense a pair of “fuck me” pumps began to use the ATM next to me. She too was having difficulties and I couldn’t help but make a smart comment. She laughed and smiled but I was thirsty.
We bumped into one another again on line and struck up a conversation. I would have normally sprung into action but she wasn’t doing it for me. She was attractive, well dressed and friendly but didn’t have that “magic.”
I had heard from various people that Corina’s apartment was ridonkulous and they weren’t kidding. The place was huge and I had a great time.
We hit Key Bar for a quick drink before heading home and this hot Asian girl was all over me. I thought it was a wrap when she started drinking from my martini and dancing with me after only knowing me for a minute. I realized she was drunk and had a man that was passed out in the corner. Popping her would have been unsportsmanlike
The city was dead tonight but I was still able to have fun. It wasn’t the typical, go out and “sarge” women kind of night but I think that had a lot to do with President’s Day weekend.
After work a few of us hit Bulls Head Tavern. The first round went down smooth and I would have stayed for another but I really wanted to see Abigail, Pab’s newborn daughter. I looked at my watch and realized that it was already 7:45 so I jumped in a cab and headed uptown.
I decided to call GG, one of the girls I picked up last night at the Anti V-Day party. She had sent me a txt at four in the morning so I knew she was feeling me. My gut reaction was to reply right away but I opted to call her back later. I figured this cab ride uptown was the perfect time to call. Ten minutes later I had a date for next Saturday and five minutes to get up to the maternity ward.
Contrary to popular belief I love children. Sure they can be annoying and smelly but Abigail was neither. She was small, cute and had these little feet that were begging to be dunked in barbeque sauce and eaten like a McDonalds Chicken McNugget. Perhaps, next time when no one’s looking.
Once visiting hours were over I bolted back uptown to shower, change and eat. I was back in the city for Annie’s birthday party at Ginger Man around eleven. I’d never been and it was really nice. It defiantly has a lot of potential. And by potential I mean tons of drunk girls, yummy.