Monday, August 28, 2017

My Boring/Busy/Beautiful Life This Past Week, Part III

It’s still August. What. The. Fuck. With that in mind I’m going to do another one of these cheat blogs wherein I type a bunch of stuff about the last week because it’s Monday. It’s still mother f-ing August and I am so brain dead and busy that I’m in actual physical pain.

Hope your summers have been as full, fun, and sometimes filled with existential doom as mine has been.

Monday 21

Went to work. It was the solar eclipse ya’ll! I was going to go to Tompkins Sq. Park and try not to burn my eyes out but then one of my co-workers got us access to the roof and had extra glasses. That was nice. Went up. Had weird ‘work’ small talk and faux conviviality and looked at the sun. The sun was pretty cool. The roof was nice. Got to see all these roofs gardens and hidden spaces and it was nice to see the city in this way. Watched a man who was sitting by himself in a stairwell on another roof (not looking at the sun). Wondered what he was doing/going through. Went home and made a stir-fry with Szechuan peppercorns and passed out at 11pm.

Tuesday 22

Went to work. Celebrated my one-year anniversary at job by getting a pedicure. Didn’t want to talk to anyone that day but somehow got trapped into a lot of small talk. Met up with friend who was staying with me from out of town at The Narrows. Drank white wine and talked about philosophy, existence of god (theodicy) and dissertations. Got a little buzzed. Made salad and sardines for dinner.

Wednesday 23

Went to work early for a meeting. Arrived late. Craved bagel but didn’t want to interrupt. Talked more then I should have but seemed okay. Went to office. Went to doctor to get new pills. Weighed myself on scale and saw I am losing wait. ‘Must eat more.’ Back to office, another meeting then another meeting. Talked to people from London about upcoming trip. Got picked up by friend in Red Hook to go to Rockaway for dinner. Talked in car and then parked near his apt and got groceries. Cooked food. Talked and then got into a weird, upsetting thing (not really a fight). Leave in not the best of terms. Listen to The Knife, Future, Junglepussy and Portishead on train ride home and try to feel less upset. Don't get back to my apt until 11:30pm. Pass out.

Thursday 24

Went to work. Feel sad about night before. Overly emotional! Leave work early to deal with mental state. Talk to friend. Take a nap, shower and get ready for evening. Take a bus to artist’s house who is reading me and my friend’s tarot cards. Go to bodega and pick up 3 Corona’s to be polite. Friend and artist and I chat and get ready for reading. Friend goes first. It seems good. I go next, I thought about one thing but the cards were all about money. It said I should be wary of an older man who is dull and who is money obsessed. The cards said if I align myself with him, it could be my ruin. Seems okay. Dash off for a dinner party in Manhattan. Train is very slow so take a cab at Delancy. Cab driver is young, 27, eating a slice of pizza and his name is Baz and he is a native New Yorker. He is nice and zips through traffic because I am late. Arrive at restaurant and everyone else is there but seems okay I am late. I’m flustered. Only know one person there. Everyone is young, dressed well and nice. One of the guys who is eating with us, his girlfriend is one of the chefs. The place is very swish. We order lots of food and wine. We are there till the place closes. I feel a bit disconnected at some points during the dinner but plow through it. Go to a speakeasy like bar. Pay for tequila shots and beer for everyone. Drink more drinks. Go to old Swat bar. See other friend there. Go to another bar and then pass out around 5am.

Friday 25

Feel incredibly hung over. Go home and shower and nap for hours. Get some food. Go to a publishing opening at Mathew. Too many people! Get me out of here! But stay and see friend read who is funny so it seems okay. Drink even though I feel pickled. Do some coke. Feel really shitty from the crappy coke for the next few hours. Go to a house party. Do more coke, feel even shittier! Talk to people but barely able to keep eyes open. Go to another thing in Bushwick but it’s a lil weird so go home and pass out.

Saturday 26

Feel completely annihilated from drinking and drug use. Lay about most of the day trying to recover. Try to be human and walk in the park with friend but give up after 15 mins. Going to see boxing match later so muster up energy and will to live. Go to park, walk to Forlini’s, drink wine and eat shitty Italian food. Go to boxing event which is in a weird/but cool Chinatown space. Get more drinks. Talk loudly and become annoying. Sort of don’t remember the fight or my behavior for most of that evening. (Yikes.) Go to old Swat bar (again) get mad at bartender for putting on shitty version of Nothing Compares to You. Slam mic on bar and get banned from karaoke like a lil freak. Feel embarrassed but also don’t remember most of the evening. (Cringing in the inside.)  Wake up entirely clothed and not sure how I got there.

Sunday 27

Dead. Meeting parents for Lunch at 2:30 in Hoboken. Feel bad that I can’t communicate/pay attention. Seems okay though. Go home to show people room in apt open for sublet. Talk to friend. Guy comes over and we get Thai food and eat in bed and watch Armageddon (terrible) and the final episode of Game of Thrones. Exhausted by 11pm. Try to read but just pass out in the AC.