On my last night in New York, the universe reminded me of one reason why I love the crazy metropolis in which I live.
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How fast time’s passed
They say, “Rome wasn’t built in a day,” but recent events don’t convince me. Surely, one day someone looked around, awestruck that Rome had been built. Seemingly. Finally. Completed one day.
Contemplating just shaving it and starting over
My growing-out hair is driving me crazy. It’s not as short as it has been since June, but it’s not long enough to have grown out all the short, choppy layers yet. It also has a tendency to become an afro if I go to bed with hair that’s too damp and could power a small town with its intense static electricity.
The return of weekends
Memories of the weekend lap the edges of my mind, pushing up the corners of my mouth. Saturday school - a long, tedious commitment since October - is finally over. I’ll miss the money and some of the interactions, but I finally get to sleep in. Hooray!
Guys are just monkeys who’ve adjusted to wearing pants
While descending the stairs to the uptown 1 track at Times Square, Cade decided to remind me he’s a guy. He jumped gibbon-like, grabbed an overhead bar, and casually swung off it.
So much for the luck o’ the Irish
The weekend began when Nick tried to startle me outside the pub. He wasn’t successful out there, but what happened inside made up for the shortcoming. In honor of St. Patrick’s Day, the end of the grueling work week, and any other excuse to down a martini, we’d planned to meet at Limerick’s with the group from last week. The place didn’t look as crowded as the previous Friday, because people sat planted at every booth, table, and bar stool. I graciously accepted the bar stool offered by the brusque old man in work clothes. Nick stood and leaned on the bar.
The songs stuck in my head right now
Megan suggested I do a survey-like entry that is seemingly trivial, but reveals a lot about my current state of mind. I’ve chosen to tell you the top five songs on my ipod. These are the songs I play frequently, and thus, have stuck in my head, which leads me to play them even more frequently…
Blunderwear
Oopsie. These underpants on sale at the Broadway dollar store a few blocks from my apartment are just asking for skid marks.
www.vom.com/aboutme
No one plans to be a cross-country public vomiter. It is a calling destined only by the gods. You know, like a shaman. My role of gastrointestinal gypsy/vomiting vagabond was revealed one fateful morning at the University of Texas.
Patrice O’Neal is one angry mofo
My redheaded pal Nick and I went to Caroline’s last night to see Patrice O’Neal do stand-up comedy. I discovered O’Neal one afternoon when I turned the tv on and watched Web Junk 20. What a pleasant surprise - something on snarky VH1 that’s actually funny. VH1 has become the snark channel in recent years and has desensitized a lot of people, one of them being me. Mo Rocca, you mad wack now.
