9/12/06: Is It Moring Already?

I know, I know, I know.

I've been somewhat lax in my writing as of late.

Blame it on the alcohol, anti-depressants or this fucking cold I can't shake.

So this is for my long awaited blog for my fans – or something like that.

When we last left our mighty hero (a.k.a me) she was balancing her life as a single woman with the demands of domestic and business life.

Well – not much as changed since then…just the scenery.

Made an oh so fun trip to New York last week; spent a day walking a trade show. Schlepped my ass all the way over to Manhattan, a place I DREAM of being a tourist for day because I would love to (all together now) explore Central Park because there have been so many movies filmed there and I would just love to see the place with my own eyes.

But instead all I saw the concrete & glass walls of Jacob Javits Center…for the third fucking time.

At the entrance of the convention center there is this larger then life statue of Senator Javits - this is the best picture I could find (http://www.javitscenter.com/showmanagers/photogallery/photo_22.htm). It's this 8 foot full statue of this smiling friendly Jacob Javits with his hand leaning up against a oversized chair. Every time I passed by the damn thing there was somebody using that chair as a freakin chair. C'mon it's a statue folks…not your fucking living room. Sorry my momma taught me manners – art is for looking at not to be used as a place to rest your ass. But then again this is New York we're talking about…those folks are a bit strange.

We drove past Ground Zero – pretty much looked the same as it did last time. We didn't get out but that was because I was trying to rush to LaGuardia to get on the 6pm flight rather then the 7:45 flight we were booked on…didn't make it…should have gotten out and walked around because by the time we checked in our flight was delayed until 8:35, then we got some food at Chili's (there were 4 items on the menu burger, salad, turkey club & soup) but they did have alcohol & I got 6 double Grey Goose & tonics - I was happy. By the time we made it back down to our gate our 8:35 flight was once again delayed until 9:35. My boss started calling all of his kids…since I'm childless I chose to sip on yet ANOTHER double Grey Goose & tonic. Fast forward to 9pm when the bar closed (so much for the city that never sleeps) I polished off my 9^th GG&T said goodbye to my stool mate, Bo, and walked back down to the gate only to find that my 9:35 flight was once again delayed to 10:10. By this time I was pretty certain that I was going to spend the night in an airport…something I didn't quite find all that appealing…so I started drunk dialing all my friends. They appreciate it – I know I bring joy and laughter to all those around me when I do that – they realize that whatever worries are in their life aren't so awful because I'm such an inebriated fool. I made plans for the weekend…set up a date for Monday and then closed my eyes for about 15 minutes until I heard the applause – apparently our plane had arrived at the gate & the pilots still had hours.

I actually fell asleep on this ride – missed the drink cart – but that was probably a good thing – physically not mentally.

Made it home – passed out about 2am – and being the trooper that I am was wide away at 8:05, enough time to let the dogs out for 10 minutes, roll on a little deodorant and brush my teeth.

I swear my tombstone will say "Dedicated – but stinky".

p.s. Monday's date, scheduled for 8pm, bowed out at 5:30 that night. Had drinks with a friend instead. SURPRISED???!!!???!!!

3/29/07: My time is water down the drain

I had to pick up some dog food last night.
There were three women in line in front of me talking about dog bones. The size, the shape, the material (don't want the one made out of pink stuff those just fall apart), how long they last, blah, blah, blah.
Funny, if that conversation was held anywhere else I'd probably have to pay $2.99/minute to listen in.

Somebody came over yesterday to work on my garbage disposal.
While I was waiting for him I said 'hi' to the woman across the street.
I have no idea what she said because there was a plane flying over when she talked.
I always find that the nod & smile works best in those situations.

When I was 21 I spent New Years Eve with my parents at the Rattlesnake Club… just the three of us.
We toasted at midnight and cashed out.
As we were waiting for the valet to pull out the Regal we were corralled into the booth… to avoid the gunfire.

Last year, the Sunday before Labor Day, I was up at Champps. I was waiting for a date to show up but I got stood up instead. (again SURPRISED?!?!?) **Sidenote, for my loyal fans. The wait wasn't totally wasted I did meet a guy, we exchanged numbers, a week or so later we set up a date...while I was waiting for plane in New York.**
Hung out a bit longer for the suiter to show up... he didn't. Got a text from a guy I know...ran home, squeezed into a tight pair of jeans, a clingy black t-shirt and laced up my steel toe boots and drove over to Luna.
Stood outside for an hour, listened in on conversation between a couple of pretentious, newly goth twits, wondered to myself if my life was that vacuous - the vote is still out on that one. Finally got in and within 10 minutes my friend starting feeling sick and left. Waited around for awhile... ran into a couple of people I knew... hung out, danced a bit, got a text message, met someone for breakfast, ended up with a gash on my ass, got home about 4-ish... all in all not a bad night.

Ralph Waldo Emerson once said "How much of human life is lost in waiting". I don't know if I necessarily agree with that… I seem to find more real life in the downtime rather then when I'm rushing out and trying to live.

Listening to: Fugazi - 13 Songs