Thursday, October 30, 2003
Do you have any idea how GOOD it feels to be on vacation for a week, only to come back to a work week that started on a Wednesday?!?! I woke up this morning and thought “Yay! The weekend is coming already!” It’s just about the breast feeling in the world.
I went to bed as soon as I got home last night. I literally passed out the second I put my bag down on my floor. I slept for an hour and a half without interruption. Then I woke up, made a sandwich, and turned on Sex and the City for an hour. Although I had seen both of the episodes a couple of times, I found myself sobbing to the point of embarrassment. One of the episodes dealt with the death of Miranda’s mother and my tears just flowed and flowed. I’ve said it before and I will say it again…it is truly one of the best acted and well written shows ever to air on television. It doesn’t matter what walk of life you are on, the characters on Sex and the City enable you to identify with everything they go through. It’s a rare find in a TV program. God bless you HBO. And God bless you chewy Sprees. I chomped on them for a good hour last night and loved every second.
Tomorrow is Halloween. Usually this is my favorite holiday of the year, as there are really no expectations. No one to buy gifts for and no one to visit. Just a good wholesome feeling and tons of vodka tonics. How could one NOT enjoy the day?
Well this year, we have been really struggling to put together some REAL Halloween plans. In the past, the holiday fell on a weekday, so it was totally acceptable to go out for happy hour, grab some McDonald’s burgers and go home for a viewing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show (a tradition that Kelly and I have been taking part in 3 years in a row). But this year, the day falls on a Friday, so we wanted to make a bigger deal out of it. Initially we were going to shroom. For those of you who don’t understand the drug world, this means, “eat magic mushrooms”. It’s been years since we did that and it looks as though it will be years before we do it again. As the day got closer, no one really wanted to spend the evening acting like maniacs.
Paul has decided to have a Halloween blow out in his apartment. It could be fun, but it could also be the most irritating function on the planet. I had the luxury of going out with some of Paul’s friends from work a couple weeks ago and although everyone jumped all over me when I walked into the bar, they then proceeded to give me advice about my life and tell me what to do in order to be an actor. “Listen people, I just went out for a casual drink…not for help with my fledgling acting career”. Sheesh. So either the party will happen and everyone will be extra spooky, or the party will happen and everyone will be extra douchey. It’s really a toss up.
Afterwards, we will go out for some drinks in Gay Chelsea. I am dying to see the different costumes. I mean, it’s like a night worth of jokes that I don’t even have to TRY to make. I have already decided that if I see more than one gay boy dressed up as an angel, I am going to rip those fairy wings off and……run away as fast as I can. Shit man…I want a pair of fairy wings too.
The role I play in my group of friends is “Party Organizer”. Usually it’s easy. Pick a bar, call everyone up and tell them to be at my apartment at a certain time. But since it’s Halloween everyone has something they want to do and no one has any ideas that everyone will agree to do. I will probably end up staying at home and dressing up my hamsters in super cute outfits. I mean, it’s not the WORST Friday night a guy could have.
Since returning from California, Paul and I have been getting along famously. We have spent quite a bit of time together and I have never laughed so much in my life. He has been increasingly more affectionate and kind. I decided to reward him with a little bit of sex. It all worked out nicely. I spoke at great lengths with my uncles about Paul and my relationship. As I mentioned they gave me excellent advice. They asked me if I had ever considered “couples counseling”. I almost burst out laughing when they said that (and so did my friends when I mentioned it to them), but on further analysis, I believe it to be the best idea I have heard of so far. I mean, it makes perfect sense.
Most people my age would never consider something like “couples counseling”. But I also feel like most people my age aren’t as committed to working through their problems within a relationship as Paul and I are. It may be a little hokey to pursue this avenue, but I also think that if we are really serious about figuring some of our shit out, counseling may truly be the way to go. Since returning we have been getting along great, so I haven’t even mentioned the idea to him yet. Who knows. If it gets to the point again where I have to bring it up as an option and he shoots it down, then I will. And at that point, I don’t want him to think that he isn’t making some major improvements.
Home Improvements? ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUH! (that was my best Tim Allen/Home Improvement impression)
Enoughs enough. Eight is Enough.
No more cheesy Television sitcom jokes.
I have to go figure out Halloween now.
I’m starting to have a nervous break down.
I went to bed as soon as I got home last night. I literally passed out the second I put my bag down on my floor. I slept for an hour and a half without interruption. Then I woke up, made a sandwich, and turned on Sex and the City for an hour. Although I had seen both of the episodes a couple of times, I found myself sobbing to the point of embarrassment. One of the episodes dealt with the death of Miranda’s mother and my tears just flowed and flowed. I’ve said it before and I will say it again…it is truly one of the best acted and well written shows ever to air on television. It doesn’t matter what walk of life you are on, the characters on Sex and the City enable you to identify with everything they go through. It’s a rare find in a TV program. God bless you HBO. And God bless you chewy Sprees. I chomped on them for a good hour last night and loved every second.
Tomorrow is Halloween. Usually this is my favorite holiday of the year, as there are really no expectations. No one to buy gifts for and no one to visit. Just a good wholesome feeling and tons of vodka tonics. How could one NOT enjoy the day?
Well this year, we have been really struggling to put together some REAL Halloween plans. In the past, the holiday fell on a weekday, so it was totally acceptable to go out for happy hour, grab some McDonald’s burgers and go home for a viewing of the Rocky Horror Picture Show (a tradition that Kelly and I have been taking part in 3 years in a row). But this year, the day falls on a Friday, so we wanted to make a bigger deal out of it. Initially we were going to shroom. For those of you who don’t understand the drug world, this means, “eat magic mushrooms”. It’s been years since we did that and it looks as though it will be years before we do it again. As the day got closer, no one really wanted to spend the evening acting like maniacs.
Paul has decided to have a Halloween blow out in his apartment. It could be fun, but it could also be the most irritating function on the planet. I had the luxury of going out with some of Paul’s friends from work a couple weeks ago and although everyone jumped all over me when I walked into the bar, they then proceeded to give me advice about my life and tell me what to do in order to be an actor. “Listen people, I just went out for a casual drink…not for help with my fledgling acting career”. Sheesh. So either the party will happen and everyone will be extra spooky, or the party will happen and everyone will be extra douchey. It’s really a toss up.
Afterwards, we will go out for some drinks in Gay Chelsea. I am dying to see the different costumes. I mean, it’s like a night worth of jokes that I don’t even have to TRY to make. I have already decided that if I see more than one gay boy dressed up as an angel, I am going to rip those fairy wings off and……run away as fast as I can. Shit man…I want a pair of fairy wings too.
The role I play in my group of friends is “Party Organizer”. Usually it’s easy. Pick a bar, call everyone up and tell them to be at my apartment at a certain time. But since it’s Halloween everyone has something they want to do and no one has any ideas that everyone will agree to do. I will probably end up staying at home and dressing up my hamsters in super cute outfits. I mean, it’s not the WORST Friday night a guy could have.
Since returning from California, Paul and I have been getting along famously. We have spent quite a bit of time together and I have never laughed so much in my life. He has been increasingly more affectionate and kind. I decided to reward him with a little bit of sex. It all worked out nicely. I spoke at great lengths with my uncles about Paul and my relationship. As I mentioned they gave me excellent advice. They asked me if I had ever considered “couples counseling”. I almost burst out laughing when they said that (and so did my friends when I mentioned it to them), but on further analysis, I believe it to be the best idea I have heard of so far. I mean, it makes perfect sense.
Most people my age would never consider something like “couples counseling”. But I also feel like most people my age aren’t as committed to working through their problems within a relationship as Paul and I are. It may be a little hokey to pursue this avenue, but I also think that if we are really serious about figuring some of our shit out, counseling may truly be the way to go. Since returning we have been getting along great, so I haven’t even mentioned the idea to him yet. Who knows. If it gets to the point again where I have to bring it up as an option and he shoots it down, then I will. And at that point, I don’t want him to think that he isn’t making some major improvements.
Home Improvements? ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUH! (that was my best Tim Allen/Home Improvement impression)
Enoughs enough. Eight is Enough.
No more cheesy Television sitcom jokes.
I have to go figure out Halloween now.
I’m starting to have a nervous break down.
