Showing posts with label NYC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NYC. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Faggot Fotch

You may be familiar with the drinking game "Fotch" but at the advent of a threesome some adaptations were made:

2=you [drink]
3=triple kiss
4=whore (you choose who you want to kiss)
5=kiss person on your left
6=dicks (you choose who you want to feel up)
7=hand out 7 "drink" counts
8=kiss person on your right
9=rhyme (e.g. I suck cock, when it's as hard as rock, and never watch the clock....each person adding a phrase)
10=category (e.g. lube brands, sexual positions, etc)
J=rule (e.g. Everytime I drink, you take off an article of clothing)
Q=question (e.q. When was your last hookup?)
K=dare
A=waterfall

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

PRICE LE$$








Spotted in the stall today at Borders:



Thursday, April 17, 2008

NYC

New York New York, big city of dreams and everything in New York ain't always what it seems. Thanks, Epiphany! Peace. Love. Unity. Respect.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

eggs, baskets, candy & crosses















I took my rentals to the Cloisters. It was part Easter and part hang out / have a good time. The whole museum is still in Manhattan part of the Metropolitan Museum of Art located 190+ street at Fort Tryon Park. Specializing in Renaissance art, the Cloisters brings something outer inner. Amidst a major city is this throwback that decidedly makes you question Mary, Jesus, and the Holy Ghost. Designer sheets just aren't made the same these days.

Friday, March 21, 2008

Shit Speak

I got out of work early today. Our summer Fridays in the city have been extended year-round. My rebirth is scheduled for this Sunday while my rental units are up. I have a friend coming over now for movie night and sushi. So with all of this company coming I recognize that it is good I get out a little early Friday to hit the grocery and pick up a little something something. Before leaving the Manhattan I thought I could hit up a Duane Reade for some of said something somethings, but hey it's early on a Friday my Keyfood can't be that crazy today. And I was right, easy breezy through the grocery. I did laundry and dishes and all other preparatory bull shits. And here I have found the trifling perpetrator: toilette paper. Sad, but true, I have been out since Wednesday and using tissues. Through all of this I have yet to purchase a roll and I can't quite figure out WHY the Charmin fairies have failed. So now I quit typing to make my special trip to buy *just* TP...when all along I put off buying it so it wouldn't be so trifling to stand at the counter with *just* TP...

Friday, March 7, 2008

West Side Club

So at some point best friend I decide to go to the bath house circa
4:30 AM on Sunday morning. It cost $69 to get in.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

EclipsE






















As you may or may not know, I was eclipsed last week! MOOOOOOOOON! Things are pretty hectic in my world...drama, drama, drama...I didn't get my promotion at work so I'm in an all-out body/self crisis...I've immersed myself in my art though. It's a good refuge (above).

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Re: The night of trifle....

Well I have done pretty well at not posting much if any of my late night antics....but this was just too good. Here we are midweek out at a bar after hours where the slim pickings would make a Thanksgiving feast for a pack of hyenas... And talking to an older man not particularly ugly but just not my type he explains how he grew up in NYC but lives Roma....my response in classic form: "I always heard that Italy was a boot full of shit." After seeing copious offense snowballing and me pushing small talk further I get, "I don't want to talk to you any more." And that leaves me where I sit on the bar stool...maybe I am an ass...and no one gets it...Italians really are turds confined to a boot, but I'm from Delaware....what do I know Wayne?

Sunday, January 13, 2008

going the full circle

You know there are some people that you just click with: you have great conversations, always something meaningful to say and not fluffed small talk. A business associate is one of those people for me. I guess it's now been a year and a half that I started to change the way I ate and lost a good 30-35 pounds. I wasn't fat by any means, but I had to buy up a size or two in jeans depending on cut and my blood pressure was high. Avoiding taking a daily pill and embracing my dislike of running I knew I had to change my diet at the very least. Well this leads up to a year ago. I had jotted this conversation flow and randomly found it while filing, but it was just too cool how full circle we went. We had a meeting and after the business talk she commented on the weight I had lost and how good I looked. Well, it turned into a hour and a half conversation recapped below. I always find the flow of conversation interesting, how bridges are formed through unique, personal experiences.

The biggest component of my weight loss was portion control. Basically don't eat so much all the time. I still don't consider it binge eating, but I could easily put down 2 double cheeseburgers, a McChicken sandwich, a small fry, and a 4 pc chicken nugget as a meal. Portion control helped, along with eating slower to recognize satiety before overeating. Having recently had a 2nd child and wanting to lose the last 15 pounds she was interested and had never really thought that even if eating healthy if it's too much it could still hinder weight loss. Lifestyles are a big part of how we eat (what, when, where, how). As a busy mom of two along with a full time job it's hard to eat right. And that as a family she's left eating what the kids and husband want to eat. Fortunately homemade chicken noodle soup is a favorite, and healthy. Working 11-12 hour days on both sides plus a commute make it hard to cook, which is generally healthier because of ingredient control. Obviously, what's normal? How do most people eat? The majority of Americans considered to be overweight, so what's going on with our eating. Most of us are doing something wrong...it can't be all genetic or glandular. Passing seemingly normal people on the street of all sizes, they may be crazy. They appear normal, but maybe have an eating disorder. You can never know until you live with them. You can learn a lot about someone by the what/when/where/how people eat. What kind of portion is normal anyway? What lifestyle is normal? Normal for us is city life. She's adjusting to suburbia and a commute post birth of her children. The move was mostly financial and so the kids could have a more normal life. People eat differently in suburbia than they do in the country. Fortunately her neighborhood has a good Chinese restaurant. Her favorite was midtown east near her apartment...plus they would deliver for free....15 minutes wait at most. So how crazy is the city? There are so many great restaurants in the city to eat at or even stop for drinks. Heck, you can buy food on almost any street corner. You can't control portions at restaurant, but you can always get the doggie bag. Some of our favorite restaurants only have moderate portions. Some of the best restaurants skimp a little on portion even though you're paying a lot, but we both acknowledged we never left hungry. We just felt the portions were a little small. But isn't NYC amazing in its diversity? So many normal and abnormal people? A multitude of ethnic food options...not only to go out, but also in the grocery stores if your so inclined to cook. I'm trying to diversify my mum's good home-cooked country recipes with new tastes available in the city. With so many people around, you're unable to avoid interacting in the melting pot. The wait-staff at my neighborhood sushi bar is incredibly polite and hospitable now that they know me. She knows my usual, often even recommending a new sake that they have a case of I might like. I like it dry. How big a portion should you be drinking anyway? First rule to lose weight is to cut out alcohol. Sometimes with all of these people and cultures intertwined it feels like you're in another world. Go to the heart of Chinatown on LES and none of the signs are in English. I've been to Europe, but never so submerged into a city alone that I could get lost or communicate. I always seemed to be in tourist-friendly cities. With work a lot of colleagues have to go to the East for short periods. It seems that total submersion is good in small doses...comforting to know you'll be back in NYC soon where you feel at home. Even with all these differences abroad or in the city, you still build relationships people on many levels. So many New Yorkers are transplants, but we still make friends and find lovers. We still have families and careers. She has a family friend that was not happy with public school system, and decided she would home school her children. The catch is they sold their home and with that money and savings, they bought a mobile home so they could drive around the US. Now, when teaching they can actually go firsthand to somewhere of relevance (the government in D.C. is easiest example). They've also been able to see many different parts of the country and many different ways of life. The children have had no problem adapting to the lifestyle. All of their friends are other home-schoolers they see periodically at conventions or other planned meetings with families on the road. Their social interaction is completely different from ours' in the city. Even still we have to find a balance between people. How you interact is really important. You have to learn where they come from, how they live, and so forth. Especially because you're meeting so many different people you have to reach that balance in understanding and respect to make all levels of interaction a positive experience (walking past someone and not punching them because of what they are wearing or because they have kids all the way to marrying and converting religions and living differently). If there isn't harmony then conflict arises. There is so much strife in the world because people cannot coexist peacefully. To reach this balance with other people, though, you really need to find a balance in yourself. You have to balance the different parts of your life: money, love, family, etc. If you're not balanced how can you expect to find balance with other people? In college my Dad advised that my life would have 4 parts: eating, sleeping, studying, and partying. At any one time I would only have the money and physical resources to do 3 at a time...one thing would always be left out. I would have to choose to party or study, eat or sleep, party or sleep, and all permutations therein. The trick he claims was to find the balance in that 4-part life and wisely choose what could not be done when. Even now in the bustle of NYC it's hard to find a good balance. When I'm feeling most balanced my eating healthy and in good portions at proper times is easiest. When my schedule is interrupted or changes, falling off balance, it's when I'm most likely to overeat or eat junk food. Even when stressed from work or very angry and upset (even at states of euphoria and act invincible so yes I'll have seconds and dessert) I've noticed I eat differently. It's not always bad. Sometimes because it is late I won't eat pasta and have a salad or chicken and vegetables instead. Moderation is really key. Control your portions: the amount of food you eat, the people you interact with, your sleep, your life. It's an old adage that everything is good in moderation. So far it's worked for my weight-loss, maybe that is missing component to her diet. She also thinks that you have to place moderation on your portion of work too. I agree...we work too much and don't take enough vacation.

After discussing the balancing of the parts of your life and how it's all about moderation to have just enough of each that I proclaimed, "Portion control!" We both sighed at sat back in our seats at the same time laughing. She said, "We made it full circle." It certainly not the type of conversation I expected to have at work, especially as she only comes in for meetings with me a few times a month. She doesn't even work for the same company. But after 90 minutes we both felt calm, relaxed, and ready to tackle that 2nd half of our days. I'm still amazed at how we moved through that conversation of that long without it feeling so long. The full circle is yet another reminder of the beautiful complexity of humans and the awesome world in which we live.

Saturday, December 8, 2007

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

PRICE LE$$





Overheard in line at Duane Reade, "No, not Marlboro reds. They'll kill me." Laughing, "I want the lights."

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Raid Update

32 busted

Hands up!

Friday night just got way out of control. After partying all day, and night in fact. We were at mr black circa 5:00 AM dancing having a good time without being too trifling when all of the sudden the music stops and the cops start filing in. The first one had a sledge (like he had to break down the door???) and yelling for everyone to put their hands above their heads where he can see them. Drug raid. Immediately the entire staff is rounded up and cuffed. They're taking the cash registers and searching the entire place. Then we noticed that there were 3 or 4 undercover cops that we had seen in plain clothes now moving freely about. So they're busting a drug ring led by the people who work there...OK...not so bad. But when can we leave? 5 at a time we are allowed up stairs on the sidewalk where we are questioned and frisked. I did actually have to laugh because, like most nights out, I didn't have a shirt on. The first question, "Where's your shirt?" You just raided a gay club at 5 AM...boys are dancing without shirts on...what did you expect? He didn't get very far because the guy next to me barely spoke English and was giving them a really hard time, so my cop just sort of patted me on the back with a "Get out of here..." We had to wait across the street as rest of our friends came out. I guess I don't have any legal rights at that point even in a public place??? Also comical was the amount of baggies that instantly appeared on the floor...mission accomplished I guess.

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Summer Rain

I had the most amazing walk home from the train last night. A strong t-storm cell was blowing through with torrential rain...literally curtains of water. I didn't have my umbrella and I wasn't about to congregate with the local riff-raff at the station, so off I went. It is one of the greatest, most refreshing feelings: cool rain drops falling all over you on a warm summer evening. I was soaking wet, all the way through my underwear, wringing out my water-logged jeans and t-shirt when I got back. The looks from passersby and people holed up under awnings were most amusing...like I was completely crazy. It's just rain, people. And if I'm any judge of character most of them could use a good soaking!

Tuesday, July 31, 2007

randoM

The weirdest request I ever got after hooking up was for resume paper. Yes, let's blow eachother, and by the way do you have resume paper? Why in fact I do! I have a standard white with watermark and an antiqued white both in heavier stock...which do you prefer? I'm not sure if I am more weak by the request, or that I obliged with an option of resume papers...he took the white watermark...

Friday, July 27, 2007

PRICE LE$$








Chatting brings all kinds of entertainment. I have a short list of what works and what doesn't on my profile. This recent exchange gave me a good chuckle...shut him right up...

boy: dAM U SOUND LIEK EERYTHING U STATE WHAT DOESN'T. BUT WHO THE FUCK A i & U DNT FUCKIGN CARE.. SRRY.. FOR BEING PRESUMPTIOUS.

me: damn, insulting me and can't even spell your way through it...no need to be sorry you made yourself quite clear...in fact upholding my assumptions about you...but why the fuck do you care?

boy: NAH I CAN SPELL, JUST ON A PDA & MY FINGERS R TOO BIG & I DIDN'T PROOF IT CAUSE IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER.. bUT PLS BRING OR SEND ALL THE UNTRIMMED, UN PLUCKED REAL SMELLY , MASC MEN HERE PAPA.. HAVE FIN UN BENSONHURST.. HMM UR ALL MUSCLE, WHAT MUST i BE LOL..

me: no need for excuses dude, and you must be a size queen cause I never said I was all muscle....if I find some unkept men I'll be sure to pass 'em on...you must like sloppy seconds...

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Friday, June 29, 2007

TGIF

I never carry change or cash so that I don't feel guilty about not giving to beggers--not that I would any way. This guy was begging today on 53rd jingling the change in his dixie cup, "Can anyone help me please? Spare change? What? Credit cards? TGIF people!" I still didn't give anything, but I did find amusement in his creativity in appealing to the working class' excitement for the weekend.