Ok then. Alcohol and me need to have a healthier relationship. These hangovers are giving me hangovers!
Friends’ over from London and we’ve been getting the red paint and going to town with it. So thats the justification at least for the hangovers and also that the long weekend in New York city had to be paid its due respects.
Started off with midtown, after work. Midtown Mayhem the concept is called. 3 pints and much talk. Then to the Village. Place called...shit I forget. Not important really, every bar’s the same in the village. Oh how I hate the Village. No soul there really and way too touristy, if you ask me. But the best Kathi Rolls in town...yummy. Especially at 2 am. I know, the time just flew. Then off to home near the upper west side. Bar hoping. 3 bars. Dead poet, westside brewing company and the gin mill. Hangover, which gave birth to little hangovers. Lots of water at kitchen tap.
And the long distance relationship is getting onto different phases now. Its scary. Like, going to fall any minute. Refusing to start. Very positive the next. Its fun. But please don’t try this at home. Only trained artists.
Christmas was most sunny in new york. Went to Central park with a friend, walked in the rambles, which is a huge ecosystem inside central park and one of the top bird watching sites in the US. I googled that. Who cares really. But it was scary and we got lost in it. Got a coffee from the boathouse and sat on a rock near the lake. Sighed contentedly. Very much so.
Thought I’d do sooo much in this loong weekend. So Much. Drank and made merry. Thats a lot come to think of it.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Where Do You Go To My Lovely?
I’ve always believed it doesn’t work... even when I saw one myself, hoped for it to work, realised only too late that that hope was misplaced...I still believed all along that there was little chance of a light at the end of the tunnel. The odds against, seem insurmountable.
And now, I find myself at the beginning of yet another long distance relationship and I’m again hoping it works. Its not really a relationship yet, but its got such great potential to be one, if you know what I mean.
This time though, for some reason, it seems different. Not easier, just different in a good way.
They always do, says the devil’s advocate. I smirk saying, but you’re supposed to say that, thats your role, so I’m not listening.
I have a nasty feeling he’s smirking back at me behind my back.
Ah advocates!
And now, I find myself at the beginning of yet another long distance relationship and I’m again hoping it works. Its not really a relationship yet, but its got such great potential to be one, if you know what I mean.
This time though, for some reason, it seems different. Not easier, just different in a good way.
They always do, says the devil’s advocate. I smirk saying, but you’re supposed to say that, thats your role, so I’m not listening.
I have a nasty feeling he’s smirking back at me behind my back.
Ah advocates!
Sunday, December 9, 2007
I Am The Highway
Self reflecting day broken into points (cause its weirder that way):
1. I hate the sound of my alarm clock. Yeah, no surprise there. I suppose thats also one of the reasons it works every morning. Even on a freakin weekend.
But what’s worse is that its winning. The alarm clock that is. I swear to you. That cunning fox of a clock is hatching a plan by working its way into my subconscious.
Today afternoon, I was sitting alone in a coffee shop, doing the usual, whatever that is and suddenly I hear the clock. It hurt,no it pained..reached deep into me and brought out my deepest...well, pains. I’m usually sleeping when I hear this, so am not very threatening, but awake, I wanted to upturn the table, tear my clothes and slam my neighbours head into the wall. Thankfully, all I did was to throw my coffee in the air.
The coffee shop wasn’t much pleased. Not my fault that their microwave sounds like the devil worshipping thing that my Alarm Clock is (Notice the capitalised letters...yes, I’m giving it respect from now on).
2. I also took a journey to my past this afternoon. You know, trying to be nostalgic and the like. It was that kind of a day and I give in easy.
But the past is a country of its own. There are barbed wires all along the border and machine gun outposts every 50 yards. Civil war just around the corner.
So I got back a bit bruised. I like the present, only my Alarm Clock to fight with.
3. My potted plant almost died, what with all the snow and cold. But this plant I love, so I worked hard and its now happily revived. Not to its full glory, but much much better than when mother nature had her way with it.
About me:
Fights evil mechanical devices from the future threatening to take over the world, one mind at a time, jumps across borders and barbed wire to keep the past alive and saves lives from the ravishing effects of nature.
No movie offers or peace awards please. No time really.
1. I hate the sound of my alarm clock. Yeah, no surprise there. I suppose thats also one of the reasons it works every morning. Even on a freakin weekend.
But what’s worse is that its winning. The alarm clock that is. I swear to you. That cunning fox of a clock is hatching a plan by working its way into my subconscious.
Today afternoon, I was sitting alone in a coffee shop, doing the usual, whatever that is and suddenly I hear the clock. It hurt,no it pained..reached deep into me and brought out my deepest...well, pains. I’m usually sleeping when I hear this, so am not very threatening, but awake, I wanted to upturn the table, tear my clothes and slam my neighbours head into the wall. Thankfully, all I did was to throw my coffee in the air.
The coffee shop wasn’t much pleased. Not my fault that their microwave sounds like the devil worshipping thing that my Alarm Clock is (Notice the capitalised letters...yes, I’m giving it respect from now on).
2. I also took a journey to my past this afternoon. You know, trying to be nostalgic and the like. It was that kind of a day and I give in easy.
But the past is a country of its own. There are barbed wires all along the border and machine gun outposts every 50 yards. Civil war just around the corner.
So I got back a bit bruised. I like the present, only my Alarm Clock to fight with.
3. My potted plant almost died, what with all the snow and cold. But this plant I love, so I worked hard and its now happily revived. Not to its full glory, but much much better than when mother nature had her way with it.
About me:
Fights evil mechanical devices from the future threatening to take over the world, one mind at a time, jumps across borders and barbed wire to keep the past alive and saves lives from the ravishing effects of nature.
No movie offers or peace awards please. No time really.
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