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Jul. 13th, 2002 05:08 pmI'm back at the Madame Tussaud's Cyber Cafe. Samuel L. Jackson likes to hang around outside and have people take his picture. At least the wax version of him does.
Last night was some fabulous drunken reverie with my work cohorts in New York, including a former intern. We started at Cowgirls, passed on Henrietta's because of the cover, and went to Asylum (on Bleecker) then ha a final beverage at some sports bar near the 6 train station. I slept well after a shower and a VitaminWater. Those things are great for post-drinking, pre-sleeping hangover prevention.
Most of today was spent with my old college friend who moved to NYC shortly after graduation to work for a trade magazine. I haven't seen her since October of 1999, and I was a littel nervous, but mostly excited because she seemed happy to meet up with me and unphased by any parts of my lifestyle I've ever talked about (when I say lifestyle, I don't really mean "gay" -- I mean more like being a slut, being a music geek, being politically active, etc. etc.)
She looked great -- pretty much how I remember her looking, because she always looked older than her age anyway. But there was one key difference: she smiled and laughed more in the 4 hours we hung out then she did in an average month during school. She was always stressed out and overworked and overbusy, all while caretaking some friend and scheduling interventions to help folks out with their problems. She had a remarkable knack for even calling me up and taking me out to dinner when she worried I was having a hard time, and we weren't really that close. I mean, out of the circle of friends, she was only one step above Former Roommate. But I never felt like we weren't close because of personality differences -- we just never had as much of an opportunity to hang out, since we never lived together or had the same classes. But out of everyone in the group now, I'm most connected to her and Seattle Friend. She also keeps me up-to-date on all the gossip and news from other folks, so I feel more connected anyway. I don't really fondly reminisce about the group of friends from my first year of college, but not because they were a miserable bunch -- it's just that we've all moved and formed separate lives and I'm just happy for them, thank you drive thru. No need to pretend there's a more significant connection there.
But anyway, we had a fine day of dinner brunch and getting lost in the area west of the village, and spending money in some bookshops and record stores. She's taken to NEw York quite nicely and we had a conversation about when one can say you're "from" a city -- she's taken to saying she's from New York now that she's been here 3 years, especially since she plans on being her longer. I have major envy.
I want to be here. I want to live here. Though I'm sure some of the luster would wear off once reality set in, but to be honest, I have a fairly realistic idea of New York, and the perfect imperfections are part of why I'd want to be here anyway.
But now isn't the right time I suppose. Hopefully someday. Part of me likes know that it's a constant back up plan -- if I have some major life crisis, like losing my job, losing my partner, etc. etc. I can pick up and start over here. It'll be just like the movies.
Now I will try to call Dillon again on my crappy cell phone. If he's not around and I don't hear from Dean either, perhaps I'll just go to a movie and enjoy my last few hours here.
Last night was some fabulous drunken reverie with my work cohorts in New York, including a former intern. We started at Cowgirls, passed on Henrietta's because of the cover, and went to Asylum (on Bleecker) then ha a final beverage at some sports bar near the 6 train station. I slept well after a shower and a VitaminWater. Those things are great for post-drinking, pre-sleeping hangover prevention.
Most of today was spent with my old college friend who moved to NYC shortly after graduation to work for a trade magazine. I haven't seen her since October of 1999, and I was a littel nervous, but mostly excited because she seemed happy to meet up with me and unphased by any parts of my lifestyle I've ever talked about (when I say lifestyle, I don't really mean "gay" -- I mean more like being a slut, being a music geek, being politically active, etc. etc.)
She looked great -- pretty much how I remember her looking, because she always looked older than her age anyway. But there was one key difference: she smiled and laughed more in the 4 hours we hung out then she did in an average month during school. She was always stressed out and overworked and overbusy, all while caretaking some friend and scheduling interventions to help folks out with their problems. She had a remarkable knack for even calling me up and taking me out to dinner when she worried I was having a hard time, and we weren't really that close. I mean, out of the circle of friends, she was only one step above Former Roommate. But I never felt like we weren't close because of personality differences -- we just never had as much of an opportunity to hang out, since we never lived together or had the same classes. But out of everyone in the group now, I'm most connected to her and Seattle Friend. She also keeps me up-to-date on all the gossip and news from other folks, so I feel more connected anyway. I don't really fondly reminisce about the group of friends from my first year of college, but not because they were a miserable bunch -- it's just that we've all moved and formed separate lives and I'm just happy for them, thank you drive thru. No need to pretend there's a more significant connection there.
But anyway, we had a fine day of dinner brunch and getting lost in the area west of the village, and spending money in some bookshops and record stores. She's taken to NEw York quite nicely and we had a conversation about when one can say you're "from" a city -- she's taken to saying she's from New York now that she's been here 3 years, especially since she plans on being her longer. I have major envy.
I want to be here. I want to live here. Though I'm sure some of the luster would wear off once reality set in, but to be honest, I have a fairly realistic idea of New York, and the perfect imperfections are part of why I'd want to be here anyway.
But now isn't the right time I suppose. Hopefully someday. Part of me likes know that it's a constant back up plan -- if I have some major life crisis, like losing my job, losing my partner, etc. etc. I can pick up and start over here. It'll be just like the movies.
Now I will try to call Dillon again on my crappy cell phone. If he's not around and I don't hear from Dean either, perhaps I'll just go to a movie and enjoy my last few hours here.
