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"I know where the whiskey lives."
May. 8th, 2004 02:15 pmI don't know how to start this. I don't really want to start this. I'm so tired and spaced out I doubt anything I say will make a lick of sense. I honestly don't feel like writing at the moment, but I'm at work and the hours are crawling, and I'm pretty sure I'll fall out of my chair and land on the floor snoring if I don't do something to keep myself busy. So I'll tell you the story of yesterday, which turned out to be the most eventful 24 hours I've had in a long time.
First the basics: woke up at 1 pm, bathed, engaged in some retail therapy at Barnes and Noble, went to the grocery store, watched Angel.
Earler in the week I'd gotten hold of Elisabeth and we'd arranged to have dinner together, so at 6:15 PM I met her on the corner of 86th and Broadway and went over the Hanafin's. I was surprised to see that Liz had cut her hair. Like, REALLY cut it. Those long wavy black locks that once cascaded to her waist were replaced by a chin length bob. It looks really good on her buts it's definitely a change. In the eight years I've known her, her hair has never been that short.
So we went and we ate and we talked about work. She applied and was rejected from Bank Street, and is waiting for Hunter to get back to her. I don't remember much of what we talked about but I know we laughed a lot, and I bitched a lot, and I didn't feel so bad. Afterwards we went over to Staples and browsed all-in-one machines. I found one that was cheaper and prettier then the one I decided I didn't want. I think I may go back and purchase it soon.
Liz and I parted ways around 8 PM and I hopped on the train and headed downtown to Mike and Danielle's farewell party that was being held at my brother Greg's loft. I got there at 8:30, people were just beginning to trickle in, Mike and Danielle were putting the final touches on the cheese platters, and Greg was nowhere to be found. I asked where he was and Mike told me a crazy story.
( White Boy Sings the Blues )
That's how we rode out the rest of the night, on the cords of Duke Ellington's "I'm Beginning to see the Light." At 4 AM I got into a cab and went home. Slept for four hours. Now I'm at work. I have to call mom when I get home and tell her what happened. This weekend she's in Florida at my cousin Anna's wedding. She'll all be at the reception today but I still need to at least call and leave a message for her.
Tomorrow Mike and Danielle are having a moving sale. I've already laid claim to all their bookcases. And they reconsidered taking the CD rack with them, and decided to give it to me afterall. So I'm gonna go over there tomorrow and...I dunno...gaze lovngly at all my new furniture.
First the basics: woke up at 1 pm, bathed, engaged in some retail therapy at Barnes and Noble, went to the grocery store, watched Angel.
Earler in the week I'd gotten hold of Elisabeth and we'd arranged to have dinner together, so at 6:15 PM I met her on the corner of 86th and Broadway and went over the Hanafin's. I was surprised to see that Liz had cut her hair. Like, REALLY cut it. Those long wavy black locks that once cascaded to her waist were replaced by a chin length bob. It looks really good on her buts it's definitely a change. In the eight years I've known her, her hair has never been that short.
So we went and we ate and we talked about work. She applied and was rejected from Bank Street, and is waiting for Hunter to get back to her. I don't remember much of what we talked about but I know we laughed a lot, and I bitched a lot, and I didn't feel so bad. Afterwards we went over to Staples and browsed all-in-one machines. I found one that was cheaper and prettier then the one I decided I didn't want. I think I may go back and purchase it soon.
Liz and I parted ways around 8 PM and I hopped on the train and headed downtown to Mike and Danielle's farewell party that was being held at my brother Greg's loft. I got there at 8:30, people were just beginning to trickle in, Mike and Danielle were putting the final touches on the cheese platters, and Greg was nowhere to be found. I asked where he was and Mike told me a crazy story.
( White Boy Sings the Blues )
That's how we rode out the rest of the night, on the cords of Duke Ellington's "I'm Beginning to see the Light." At 4 AM I got into a cab and went home. Slept for four hours. Now I'm at work. I have to call mom when I get home and tell her what happened. This weekend she's in Florida at my cousin Anna's wedding. She'll all be at the reception today but I still need to at least call and leave a message for her.
Tomorrow Mike and Danielle are having a moving sale. I've already laid claim to all their bookcases. And they reconsidered taking the CD rack with them, and decided to give it to me afterall. So I'm gonna go over there tomorrow and...I dunno...gaze lovngly at all my new furniture.
