Out and In

10/3/06
And thus, without warning (at least on the written end of the world), the month begins. An on-again, off-again day of angst-wrapped jon-moodiness - was the Wired-Nextfest and Haunted House. Are all of our moods (his? mine?) based soley and at the most inner core on either the need for food or the need for sex? Are we that much like animals? Tempting thought. First was breakfast - jon getting entirely beyond all recognition of shit-ass lousy first with the dog bite, then my "bad planning" (LESSON OF THE DAY: NEVER LET JON ASK YOU A QUESTION AGAIN) - the grocery store coming last on his list, but as prediscussed first on "ours" - my bad - then everything going wrong with him from that point on, mostly involving his perfect plan for the day. I finally convince him that we need food first and foremost for our big day ahead, and we end up at a cafe off Christopher St, with a nice little brunch menu, but they have nothing we want. So disgruntled too me now, we leave, and end up at Stage Door Diner on 34th St, complete with large menu, and football on TV. With jon in a better mood, we head to the Javits Center, and awesome structure of glass and whatever, one massive room is nearly the whole building. Once inside, THIS would be a cool, groovy place to meet people (would.). Somewhat too touristy and crowded, I get a little perturbed at jon's interest in only specific things, and proclaimed disinterest in every male in the building, always never believing and totally skeptical of his 'holier than thou' claims. I was slightly disappointed they didn't have the Nintendo DS on display, but it was more of a exhibition for small, independent "inventors". (well GE, and a few other big names were there, i guess)
After that, it's off to the Lower East Side (new neighborhood for Matt!). I'm a little discomforted by the atmosphere and the general smallness of all the buildings (another city entirely, it would almost seem). Topping it all of for "dinner" we end up at a McDonalds after passing several trendy and appealing local eatin spots. Guess we were limited on time. We read our Wired magazines in the midst of neighborhood teens cursing at each other and semi-homeless-looking people littering the place. The haunted house turned out to be a "it had its high points experience", in which jon and i both thought alot of it could've been done a great deal better. Too many dead spots and too small a cast were our biggest complaints, i think. Then it was down to WTC, PATH back to Hoboken and somewhere along the way another mood swing by jon to cap off the day's activities. I believe it was founded in him asking me if I wanted him to stay another night so he could just go into work the next day (he brought his clothes...and also clearly wanted me to put out). He also was quoted several times with saying that it was totally up to me. (May the lord never let me answer another LOADED question again!) Following my "WRONG" decision, the "discussion" went from his basic inability to be honest about his feelings (=dishonesty), to him never getting what he wanted ("so why should i ever ask for anything?"), to me trying to get him to realize, yet again, that the only reasonable conclusions he ever sees to any situation is to either get pissed off, "retreat", or say some equivalent of "fuck it"/"whatever". God forbid he START with explaining how he felt about something. So then, of course, we spend the rest of the night in a helluva mood, in silence, with him not only daring (he said this aloud at his attempt to be honest about his pissed-off-ness; should i restate that all this erupted out of me not wanting to put out?) - him not only daring to not go to Target for my groceries but to just drop me off and leave, but him also purposefully turning on impulse at the last minute into the PathMark right NEXT to the Target undoubtedly just to see what I would do, if anything. Of course, i did nothing, and we said nothing...the entire time. We got back to MY PLACE ( ah, the feeling of that sound!) and as i took the opportunity to chat with michael downstairs while unpacking groceries, he went up, grabbed his things, and left, in what i realized was a hurry as he totally forgot his work clothes, and only waving a disgruntled goodbye and was gone with the slam of the door and slight embarrassment to me in front of my new housemate.
Well, that day seemed to be unpleasantly complete.
But my luck took a turn for the better (reported soon here, after I go put my laundry in the dryer...in "my" basement, in "my" house! *gasp* dare i say all these things?)
And upstairs, to pass out from my extra-long day....or so I thought. The moment i sit down to my desk, just as I am now, I get a call from none other than Mr. Ken Jen--ahem- Alan. And who should be in town but my good buddies from tally, come to see A Chorus Line's final preview night. So, I quickly freshen up, and head over to Boulevard East to catch a shuttle or bus per Michael's long winded "transport to NY" lecture. A couple buses pass, I chat with Sean about his date, and finally I catch a shuttle driven by a pleasant guy who I chat with for a moment. It's a short walk from Port Authority from Xth Ave Lounge, and there's them all tired and excited at the same time for their first time (?) in the city. Ken's looking up songs (it's "piano bar" night) to possibly sing, and George (manager 1) is floating around as usual ( love it!).... I quickly survey the "crowd" over my first drink (the special > $12> it was what they all were having! :) ), and come up with what turns out to be Manager ..1 of the place ( manager 2 to me), Joey > cute face, hairy peeking out of his express button up (ugh), pleasantly reminding me of some specific character actor, nathan lane, and a little bit of Kostas all wrapped up together. His instant attraction to me doesn't help matters at all. I stand near the piano as Patrick flips through the songbooks, and mutter that the two guys singin are doing horrible at the lyrics to "No More" from Tick, Tick Boom, catchin Joey's eye every minute (i'm innocent, i swear!) > But tally guys want to see the ads on display for ACL and they need rest after a long day. So we walk around times sq and the theater taking pics, then send them on their way in a cab. Then it's just me and Ken (fuckin love hanging out with this guy) and we head over to the newly opened Ritz. Upon entering we are instantly reminded of every bad 'attempting to look upscale', cabana-esque, beach lounge we've ever seen in florida, and our skeptical opinions are only further congealed when George arrives to meet us, and we are --hm..(well, i was entertained by his muscles!) by the ditsy bartender. Feeling we had the full picture of the place, we headed back to Xth Ave, at this point me becoming unsure of how much of the night was being dragged onward for my sake.....(joey was waiting, even though i had already gotten a number) .....but apparently ken had someone lined up for something....that is, until a phone call once inside Xth Ave. Joey was downstairs in his jeans-capris and flip flops...and came up once or twice, as he began to close the bar up, after george and ken had left. He joined me on one of the sofas in the back of the darkened place- i was getting sleepy-drunk. I sat and watched from a perfect vantage point of the bar as he escorted the remaining customers out, and even said g'nite to the last bartender and locked the doors with only himself and i left inside. ....well, to make a very long, very pleasant story short, there were several first for the both of us that night, and I was dropped off at Port Authority, with a promise for a date, and the 48th "You're so adorable" for the evening as he cabbed if off to Astoria, where he would soon be moving to somewhere in manhattan, i forgot. I stumbled home as daylight creeped up, and passed out in bed.
OUT WITH __(*any suggestions?*)__ AND IN WITH THE NEW, AS BEGINS MY DEAREST OCTOBER