When I first moved to NYC, I started a diary of funny things that I saw/overheard on the Subway. I was reminded of this by a funny incident on my way to work last night. A young girl was sitting on the train with her parents standing near her. After a few moments of silence after their arrival in the car, the mother spoke up.
"There is to be no surfing on the train. It is the parent's responsibility to tell their children. It says so on the back of the card."
The father chimed in, and the daughter eventually replied, "What is surfing on the train?" A short discussion followed, wherein I believe the parents misinformed her that it was surfing on TOP of the train. New Yorkers will know that it is actually holding onto the outside of the car door-frame as the train leaves the station. (Anyone dumb enough to try this deserves their fate, which I suppose would be certain death.)
I had started to giggle to myself over their conversation already, when the daughter said, "I guess you should have known that I wouldn't have a clue as to what that was!"
Probably not the funniest exchange I've ever heard, but it did make me giggle over my game of Moon Chaser out loud, making the young woman next to me giggle as well. Rare train moments...
So, my birthday turned out as predicted. Work, then sleep, then... awake for a few hours until work the next morning. I was dog-sitting for Caren for the weekend, so I went to take care of Pebbles, and then headed to Shanna's Birthday BBQ in BK. It was quite lovely, and I met some new friends as well as catching up with a few old ones as well. HOWEVER, it caused me to stay up through my ENTIRE bedtime on Saturday. I made it to bed just as I should have been waking...
The next day was my Birthday Brunch with Kellee and Kim. A nice outing to Blockhead's for Bulldogs and Burritos. Mmmm. Then Kim and I headed home to move furniture around in the apartment, and I was finally able to head to bed at Caren's with Pebbles at 5:30pm where I slept 12 hours. Needless to say that by the time Monday afternoon rolled around I only slept 4 hours, and am kind of in misery right now... Ah well. That's what Birthdays are for, yes?
Now that Kim and I are in the larger bedroom I can get my stuff out of storage, buy a desk and a bed and hopefully get my life in order. Yay!
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Friday, August 10, 2012
August 10, 2010
On this 37th year anniversary of the day of my birth, I will be celebrating... alone. Well, not reeeeeally alone. I am working, so I will be spending the day with my co-workers and the residents of 180 Montague St., and also a few of the lovely inhabitants of NYC. My roomies may by in my future this evening as well, because it is Friday night, and this usually brings them in later. My wake-up time is set for 1am, officially missing my Birthday, but I'd honestly rather have the sleep. If I'm feeling adventurous, I may venture out to a bar... probably not, though.
I don't mean to sound all depressed about this fact, however. Kellee has planned some sort of gathering (maybe Wing Bar!!!) on Sunday. Even if it just the two of us, I will be happy. Celebrations are often harder on me than not celebrating at all. Right now, however, the exhaustion from the new sleep schedule is what I am really fighting...
Ramble, ramble, ramble...
BIRTHDAY! blah.
And as my work day ends, I am feeling better. About one-million messages came in on my phone, but I really think it is the 2 cups of coffee that I pumped into my system today. Hopefully I can SLEEP!
I don't mean to sound all depressed about this fact, however. Kellee has planned some sort of gathering (maybe Wing Bar!!!) on Sunday. Even if it just the two of us, I will be happy. Celebrations are often harder on me than not celebrating at all. Right now, however, the exhaustion from the new sleep schedule is what I am really fighting...
Ramble, ramble, ramble...
BIRTHDAY! blah.
And as my work day ends, I am feeling better. About one-million messages came in on my phone, but I really think it is the 2 cups of coffee that I pumped into my system today. Hopefully I can SLEEP!
August 7, 2012
My first weekend off! It is hard to think of it in any sort of normal terms as my weekends are now Sundays and Mondays, and my sleep schedule is so different.
On Sunday, I was invited to brunch at Mike Shaieb and Brent Lord's amazing apartment in the West Village. As it was actually my "evening," I felt free to have a few glasses of... whatever it was they were serving. Some delicious mixture of wine and liquor. Mike made gluten free pancakes, and poached eggs paired with a whole strawberry and baby spinach salad. Amazing.
This same day, on the Sunday morning which is my afternoon, I got into some very heated debates on FB. I know, I know... It's completely pointless to argue over religion and politics on this waste of life called Facebook, but I want to be able to express myself without having some Xtian show up and tell me I'm intolerant. Just because I may point out how silly your beliefs are doesn't mean I am not allowing you to believe. If you get offended, it is only because you are insecure in those beliefs. Blah blah blah...
I don't get all the spitting going on in this city. Spit on the sidewalk, spit on the train platform, spit ON THE ROTATING GLASS DOOR OF MY BUILDING. Does spitting make you more of a man? Spitting, like smoking makes me so angry I could almost... spit!
On Sunday, I was invited to brunch at Mike Shaieb and Brent Lord's amazing apartment in the West Village. As it was actually my "evening," I felt free to have a few glasses of... whatever it was they were serving. Some delicious mixture of wine and liquor. Mike made gluten free pancakes, and poached eggs paired with a whole strawberry and baby spinach salad. Amazing.
This same day, on the Sunday morning which is my afternoon, I got into some very heated debates on FB. I know, I know... It's completely pointless to argue over religion and politics on this waste of life called Facebook, but I want to be able to express myself without having some Xtian show up and tell me I'm intolerant. Just because I may point out how silly your beliefs are doesn't mean I am not allowing you to believe. If you get offended, it is only because you are insecure in those beliefs. Blah blah blah...
I don't get all the spitting going on in this city. Spit on the sidewalk, spit on the train platform, spit ON THE ROTATING GLASS DOOR OF MY BUILDING. Does spitting make you more of a man? Spitting, like smoking makes me so angry I could almost... spit!
Monday, August 6, 2012
August 4, 2012
Update: The DVD that I bought a couple of days ago on the Subway appears to be blank. BUT, there is a link to some YouTube videos, and it turns out that the guy is a legit cartoon artist. Most of the work is VERY rough and could use better voice-overs, but at least he is doing what makes him happy.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
August 3, 2012
I went for a walk last night around 4:30am to find food, and also to take a gander at Times Square since I hadn't seen it for 2 1/2 years. So much has changed! It is starting to feel a little too slick. Tons of video screens and HUGE billboards wrapping entire buildings. It is still bright and shiny, but not as hodge-podge as it used to be. Kind of sad, but it is a constanly changing animal.
9th Ave is largely the same as I remember it being with most of the same restaurants. For that I am glad. At least there is something familiar not too far from the ever-changing sea that is T.S.
9th Ave is largely the same as I remember it being with most of the same restaurants. For that I am glad. At least there is something familiar not too far from the ever-changing sea that is T.S.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
June 13, 2012
Frustration: Do residents really think we have nothing better to do at the front desk than tend to their precious packages? Is there any reason you need to do so much internet shopping that you receive over 20 packages per week? REALLY? Your pasty face could use the sunshine and fresh air, and your blobby body could use the exercise. LEAVE YOUR APARTMENT ONCE IN A WHILE AND GO TO A REAL STORE.
August 2, 2012
First of all, I have to express my concern about how many gay men are using Meth in this city! Perhaps it is just because of the time I am awake, but this (combined with my Grindr use) has caused many men to ask me if I parTy. I had to put on my profile that I do not...
I forgot why the hookup game totally sucks. Now I remember. Gay men are bitches. Straight up bitches. I wanted to tell Carlo this morning that I "didn't care for Asshole for breakfast." Oh well. Weeding is part of the gardening.
NYC Subway is a marvelous place. Last night I was treated to a man ranting on the other end of the car about how it isn't "right" to be homosexual. This rant went on and on (with much repetition) about how he only likes women, and has sired 15 kids (OH, THANK YOU! What the world DEFINITELY needs is more trash like yourself running around.) After listening to him for a time, I was very tempted to actually move closer and begin asking him questions. Like, "If you are so deeply convinced that you don't want to touch dick, why must you proclaim it over and over again on the Subway?" Most straight men just keep that fact to themselves. Perhaps he was issuing a challenge...? I'll leave that one to someone else, thanks.
Once in a while, the Subway car will become a performance space. I have witnessed many young (mostly black) men showing off their B-Boy skills in the past. I am always amazed by their ability to keep from decapitating anyone that happens to be sitting nearby. Last night was the first time I witnessed one of the youngsters knock a cell-phone out of a rider's hands. Surprisingly, the (I assume) lesbian woman did not get up to perform a beat-down, but did pull herself back the next time he came to swing on the pole near her.
There was a beautiful couple on the train this evening. A sort of rare partnership that you don't see very often. It was heart-warming. :)
Yesterday morning on the way home, I bought a DVD for a dollar from a man who claimed to be the artist of the film. I need to watch it. He promised that it is a hand-drawn cartoon. Can't wait to see what it turns out to be...
Ah, NYC. How lovely to be back. Never a dull moment...
I forgot why the hookup game totally sucks. Now I remember. Gay men are bitches. Straight up bitches. I wanted to tell Carlo this morning that I "didn't care for Asshole for breakfast." Oh well. Weeding is part of the gardening.
NYC Subway is a marvelous place. Last night I was treated to a man ranting on the other end of the car about how it isn't "right" to be homosexual. This rant went on and on (with much repetition) about how he only likes women, and has sired 15 kids (OH, THANK YOU! What the world DEFINITELY needs is more trash like yourself running around.) After listening to him for a time, I was very tempted to actually move closer and begin asking him questions. Like, "If you are so deeply convinced that you don't want to touch dick, why must you proclaim it over and over again on the Subway?" Most straight men just keep that fact to themselves. Perhaps he was issuing a challenge...? I'll leave that one to someone else, thanks.
Once in a while, the Subway car will become a performance space. I have witnessed many young (mostly black) men showing off their B-Boy skills in the past. I am always amazed by their ability to keep from decapitating anyone that happens to be sitting nearby. Last night was the first time I witnessed one of the youngsters knock a cell-phone out of a rider's hands. Surprisingly, the (I assume) lesbian woman did not get up to perform a beat-down, but did pull herself back the next time he came to swing on the pole near her.
There was a beautiful couple on the train this evening. A sort of rare partnership that you don't see very often. It was heart-warming. :)
Yesterday morning on the way home, I bought a DVD for a dollar from a man who claimed to be the artist of the film. I need to watch it. He promised that it is a hand-drawn cartoon. Can't wait to see what it turns out to be...
Ah, NYC. How lovely to be back. Never a dull moment...
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