Friday, March 19, 2004
The Last 36 Hours
Over the last 36 hours I have had quite a few random experiences.
It all started on a stormy St. Patrick’s Day evening. I met up with my friends Angie and Mariah and my little ghoulie Paul was there. We had some drinks and played some music and danced around like idiots. Finally at 10pm we decided that we couldn’t spend the whole evening inside. I mean, it was St. Paddy’s day after all.
We trudged out into the cold and hiked our way to the Boiler Room . Once there we downed a few vodka tonics and played a few games that I learned in acting class. Anyone up for a round of BUZZZZZZZ? The crowd was lifeless and lame, so we THEN decided to go over to Urge for one more round of green vodka.
Upon walking in the door, I noticed a familiar face sitting at the bar. I glanced at him a few times and I kept thinking, “That’s Randyboy! “I just know it…that looks like my old friend Randyboy!” I turned to my friends for confirmation and Paul was like “No way. That’s not him.” But I just felt that it was, so I turned once again to that familiar Randy face and mouthed “Are you Randy?” His face looked confused, so I marched right up to him and asked him up close. “Are you RRRRANDY?” (Always trilling my R’s) His face lit up and we proceeded to have hot passionate sex on the floor of the bar.
Well, the clothes stayed on and the tongue within the confines of our own mouths, but it was pure joy seeing him. The last time that Randy and I were in the same place, it was about two years or so ago. My friend Rita and I met him at a bar, while he was visiting from Chicago. He was a faithful reader of my journal and I always liked what he had to say. We seemed to click really well. That night at the bar was a blast, but in typical Joe style, I threw the wall up and never returned his calls. Now that our paths have crossed again, I’m sincerely hoping that he and I will become fast friends. As we decided, he’s supplies the gay boys; I supply the entertainment of lipstick lesbian hotness. It all works out in the end.
So to my Randyboy: Lesbee friends! Very much looking forward to hanging out with you soon.
After a couple of drinks, we left the bar so that Paul could make us all English muffin pizzas. They were burnt, but kinda good.
Yesterday I decided to invite my old friend Mark (from Albany) to visit me in NYC. Mark is someone that I kind of dated a few times at the end of last year and we have kept in touch since then. Paul doesn’t want me hanging out with him because he has a super good body and treats me like a princess. It’s not that I’m cheating on Paul by having Mark down…we never hook up. The most we do is hug a little and lay in bed with our t-shirts and shorts on. Very G rated.
So Mark showed up at my place and we drank some wine and talked about our lives. It was really wonderful seeing him in person again. When he wraps his big arms around me, it makes me feel uniquely differently than I do with Paul. It’s not like I’m falling for Mark or anything, but…(heavy sigh)…he’s definitely a breath of fresh air in my otherwise stuffy world.
Mark and I ate some pizza and watched a movie and slept for about 3 hours. He left promptly at 9am and then I came to work. Feeling a little out of sorts, but also really satisfied. Nice combo for once.
Upon arriving at work, Ari and I ordered some breakfast from the local deli. I took a huge dump and then we left to pick it up. Right before we walked out with our bounty, I looked in the window and noticed that Dan Futterman was sitting there. Who is Dan Futterman you may ask? Well…click on his picture and you will see! He was very very adorable sitting in the window reading a script and drinking his coffee. I hope to one day say to him “I think it’s very cool that we are in the same movie. Especially since I have been stalking you since that day in the deli. You didn’t know I was there, but I knew you were there and I blew my load on myself. Glad we can be actors together.”
Ari was upset that we didn’t give him our “boobies” when we had the chance. I was upset too.
Other than that, my 36 hours have been a cake walk. Sometimes I hide in my bedroom for days, only emerging to piss and shit and occasionally brush my teeth. Other days, I run into my Randyboy, have an encounter with a past flame, and rub elbows with the acting elite.
Now back to my bed.
Have a great weekend everyone!
Over the last 36 hours I have had quite a few random experiences.
It all started on a stormy St. Patrick’s Day evening. I met up with my friends Angie and Mariah and my little ghoulie Paul was there. We had some drinks and played some music and danced around like idiots. Finally at 10pm we decided that we couldn’t spend the whole evening inside. I mean, it was St. Paddy’s day after all.
We trudged out into the cold and hiked our way to the Boiler Room . Once there we downed a few vodka tonics and played a few games that I learned in acting class. Anyone up for a round of BUZZZZZZZ? The crowd was lifeless and lame, so we THEN decided to go over to Urge for one more round of green vodka.
Upon walking in the door, I noticed a familiar face sitting at the bar. I glanced at him a few times and I kept thinking, “That’s Randyboy! “I just know it…that looks like my old friend Randyboy!” I turned to my friends for confirmation and Paul was like “No way. That’s not him.” But I just felt that it was, so I turned once again to that familiar Randy face and mouthed “Are you Randy?” His face looked confused, so I marched right up to him and asked him up close. “Are you RRRRANDY?” (Always trilling my R’s) His face lit up and we proceeded to have hot passionate sex on the floor of the bar.
Well, the clothes stayed on and the tongue within the confines of our own mouths, but it was pure joy seeing him. The last time that Randy and I were in the same place, it was about two years or so ago. My friend Rita and I met him at a bar, while he was visiting from Chicago. He was a faithful reader of my journal and I always liked what he had to say. We seemed to click really well. That night at the bar was a blast, but in typical Joe style, I threw the wall up and never returned his calls. Now that our paths have crossed again, I’m sincerely hoping that he and I will become fast friends. As we decided, he’s supplies the gay boys; I supply the entertainment of lipstick lesbian hotness. It all works out in the end.
So to my Randyboy: Lesbee friends! Very much looking forward to hanging out with you soon.
After a couple of drinks, we left the bar so that Paul could make us all English muffin pizzas. They were burnt, but kinda good.
Yesterday I decided to invite my old friend Mark (from Albany) to visit me in NYC. Mark is someone that I kind of dated a few times at the end of last year and we have kept in touch since then. Paul doesn’t want me hanging out with him because he has a super good body and treats me like a princess. It’s not that I’m cheating on Paul by having Mark down…we never hook up. The most we do is hug a little and lay in bed with our t-shirts and shorts on. Very G rated.
So Mark showed up at my place and we drank some wine and talked about our lives. It was really wonderful seeing him in person again. When he wraps his big arms around me, it makes me feel uniquely differently than I do with Paul. It’s not like I’m falling for Mark or anything, but…(heavy sigh)…he’s definitely a breath of fresh air in my otherwise stuffy world.
Mark and I ate some pizza and watched a movie and slept for about 3 hours. He left promptly at 9am and then I came to work. Feeling a little out of sorts, but also really satisfied. Nice combo for once.
Upon arriving at work, Ari and I ordered some breakfast from the local deli. I took a huge dump and then we left to pick it up. Right before we walked out with our bounty, I looked in the window and noticed that Dan Futterman was sitting there. Who is Dan Futterman you may ask? Well…click on his picture and you will see! He was very very adorable sitting in the window reading a script and drinking his coffee. I hope to one day say to him “I think it’s very cool that we are in the same movie. Especially since I have been stalking you since that day in the deli. You didn’t know I was there, but I knew you were there and I blew my load on myself. Glad we can be actors together.”
Ari was upset that we didn’t give him our “boobies” when we had the chance. I was upset too.
Other than that, my 36 hours have been a cake walk. Sometimes I hide in my bedroom for days, only emerging to piss and shit and occasionally brush my teeth. Other days, I run into my Randyboy, have an encounter with a past flame, and rub elbows with the acting elite.
Now back to my bed.
Have a great weekend everyone!
