Maybe it's just me, but lately I've become tired of the party circuit. I mean it means dressing up, drinking, drunk-texting/calling people, acting silly, hitting on that hot guy you never had the guts to approach (but in a very unglamorous way), puking, and then waking up the next morning with the fuzzy memory you did something pretty embarassing.
And then the people. Ahhh the people. Seems like the only friends I have in NY are the ones who are about "the scene." What is up with that? What IS "the scene?" Some of my friends can't have a normal dinner with me. Instead, they have to have me and Other People, they have to have it loud, it has to involve drinking, a cool lounge, beautiful people, and a chance to buy rounds.
It's frustrating. I come back to NY, and I expected to have nice quiet dinners with people. Instead, nothing much has changed. Everything has to be frenetic, cool, and expensive. I think it has to do with the people I hang out with here... not as much good friends, but fun people to drink with. I'd be some kind of arm candy since I look dramatically different (in a nice way) when I actually give a shit about what I wear, not someone to have a deep convo with.
Hmmm I guess I've changed a bit. I used to like the going out, but it's gotten a bit tired. I mean if you like that, that's cool. As for me, I don't as much anymore. Plus I have an unnaturally strong liver. So I never get drunk and I can never act silly the way everyone around me starts acting. In the end, I laugh, chat, pick them up, and wish I were at home. With Bwoy, Best Friend, or like-minded people-- or at least drinking with them.=)
Monday
Tuesday
Shhhh
Currently I am hiding in Bwoy's apartment while I hear movements that his roommate is making outside. Why am I hiding?
Reason 1: I had assumed that today nobody would be home so I started walking around in my bra and panties like I always do alone in my own apt. I was in the kitchen spooning honey in my mouth when I heard the doorknob rattle. I did a 6 meter dash to Bwoy's room, globs of honey sticking to my chest, and I locked his door. So now I am stuck in Boy's room in my bra and panties with my finger literally in a honey pot. And my suitcase with any semblance of decent clothes stuck outside in the hallway.
Reason 2 : I don't like Bwoy's Roommate. He has two-one of them I like, the other one I don't like. And the apalling reason I don't like Bwoy's Roommate is I don't like his girlfriend. Don't you love how this hate really comes from hate within? It's like one of those Russian dolls you open, and there's another Russian doll inside. Surprise! I hate you, but really I hate you because-I-hate-your-Girlfriend.
Anyways, as I type this, Bwoy's Roomate Whose GirlFriend I'm Not Fond Of is entering the bathroom. Oh no. Why doesn't Bwoy's Roommate Whose GirlFriend I'm Not Fond Of go away and leave me be to wander out again aimlessly in my underwear, spooning honey in my mouth, like the honey-fiend I am?
Grumble. I'm going to stake a sit-in until he leaves....
Reason 1: I had assumed that today nobody would be home so I started walking around in my bra and panties like I always do alone in my own apt. I was in the kitchen spooning honey in my mouth when I heard the doorknob rattle. I did a 6 meter dash to Bwoy's room, globs of honey sticking to my chest, and I locked his door. So now I am stuck in Boy's room in my bra and panties with my finger literally in a honey pot. And my suitcase with any semblance of decent clothes stuck outside in the hallway.
Reason 2 : I don't like Bwoy's Roommate. He has two-one of them I like, the other one I don't like. And the apalling reason I don't like Bwoy's Roommate is I don't like his girlfriend. Don't you love how this hate really comes from hate within? It's like one of those Russian dolls you open, and there's another Russian doll inside. Surprise! I hate you, but really I hate you because-I-hate-your-Girlfriend.
Anyways, as I type this, Bwoy's Roomate Whose GirlFriend I'm Not Fond Of is entering the bathroom. Oh no. Why doesn't Bwoy's Roommate Whose GirlFriend I'm Not Fond Of go away and leave me be to wander out again aimlessly in my underwear, spooning honey in my mouth, like the honey-fiend I am?
Grumble. I'm going to stake a sit-in until he leaves....
Sunday
Break
It's been a long time since I posted.
What's happened since then? Um, work. Lots of it. And now I have a delicious month-long break with... NOTHING TO DO! Hehe. And I'm back in NY, staying with Bwoy, sleeping with Bwoy ;), and sleeping all day...
My day today:
12pm: Woke up! Bwoy woke me up from the coffeeshop where he was estudiando.
1pm: Groggily (and proud of it) showered, put on decent clothes, hopped on train to Long Island City to Best Friend's (BF) boyfriend's apartment.
2-4pm: Had bruch with Bwoy, Best Friend, and Best Friend's Boyfriend (BFBF). Also goggled at the rapid gentrification Long Island City is undergoing. I remember the times growing up (not too long ago, too) when it was all junkies and abandoned warehouses... now there are luxury high rises popping up all over the place!!! I miss the gritty days. I do.
Oh, and did I ever mention how brunch is my favorite meal EVER? We cooked whole-grain pancakes with Vermont maple syrup (the real kind-- thin and sweet, not the thick sticky scary Aunt Jemima kind), omlettes with onions, mushrooms, cheddar, toast with butter, blackberries and bananas to top off our pancakes, orange juice and champagne= mimosas!
=) Food Coma Alert- for real.
4pm-5pm: Back to Manhattan, and Starbucks after the really heavy brunch. Oh funny story.... so after I ordered my drink, I joked about how yuppie I had become. I mean, I ordered an eggnog latte (skim, no whipped). I had become one of those pretentious snobs who gave about a thousand directions on how to make my particular cup of coffee, and then paid a ridiculous amount of money to have it handed over to me. I remember as a teenager growing up on the poor side, I'd walk around in my puffy coat, bandana, and sneaks, loving the way the yuppies would shift their eyes when they saw me enter their sacred kingdom of Starbucks (where I'd buy a water- ha!). Now I had become one of those yuppies!! Ay caramba.
So as we joked about it and walked down the street with our overpriced, oversugared beverages, a woman in stylish boots and a leather jacket stopped us, out of breath. "Oh my god, where is the nearest Starbucks?" Bwoy blinked, pointed down the block, and she breathlessly thanked out and ran towards the Starbucks. We looked at each other and laughed. A lot. Good lord. What a city.
5pm- 9pm- worked in Bwoy's room. Bwoy working on writeups, me figuring out why I can't register for classes because of bills online I allegedly hadn't paid. Argh, stupid office of financially retarded people.
9pm- well that hasn't happened yet, but the plan is to eat and then write Holiday cards. Yum! I love doing that=) I bought these small cards from Barnes & Noble for 20% off-- that's right, bitches! Don't hate.
What's happened since then? Um, work. Lots of it. And now I have a delicious month-long break with... NOTHING TO DO! Hehe. And I'm back in NY, staying with Bwoy, sleeping with Bwoy ;), and sleeping all day...
My day today:
12pm: Woke up! Bwoy woke me up from the coffeeshop where he was estudiando.
1pm: Groggily (and proud of it) showered, put on decent clothes, hopped on train to Long Island City to Best Friend's (BF) boyfriend's apartment.
2-4pm: Had bruch with Bwoy, Best Friend, and Best Friend's Boyfriend (BFBF). Also goggled at the rapid gentrification Long Island City is undergoing. I remember the times growing up (not too long ago, too) when it was all junkies and abandoned warehouses... now there are luxury high rises popping up all over the place!!! I miss the gritty days. I do.
Oh, and did I ever mention how brunch is my favorite meal EVER? We cooked whole-grain pancakes with Vermont maple syrup (the real kind-- thin and sweet, not the thick sticky scary Aunt Jemima kind), omlettes with onions, mushrooms, cheddar, toast with butter, blackberries and bananas to top off our pancakes, orange juice and champagne= mimosas!
=) Food Coma Alert- for real.
4pm-5pm: Back to Manhattan, and Starbucks after the really heavy brunch. Oh funny story.... so after I ordered my drink, I joked about how yuppie I had become. I mean, I ordered an eggnog latte (skim, no whipped). I had become one of those pretentious snobs who gave about a thousand directions on how to make my particular cup of coffee, and then paid a ridiculous amount of money to have it handed over to me. I remember as a teenager growing up on the poor side, I'd walk around in my puffy coat, bandana, and sneaks, loving the way the yuppies would shift their eyes when they saw me enter their sacred kingdom of Starbucks (where I'd buy a water- ha!). Now I had become one of those yuppies!! Ay caramba.
So as we joked about it and walked down the street with our overpriced, oversugared beverages, a woman in stylish boots and a leather jacket stopped us, out of breath. "Oh my god, where is the nearest Starbucks?" Bwoy blinked, pointed down the block, and she breathlessly thanked out and ran towards the Starbucks. We looked at each other and laughed. A lot. Good lord. What a city.
5pm- 9pm- worked in Bwoy's room. Bwoy working on writeups, me figuring out why I can't register for classes because of bills online I allegedly hadn't paid. Argh, stupid office of financially retarded people.
9pm- well that hasn't happened yet, but the plan is to eat and then write Holiday cards. Yum! I love doing that=) I bought these small cards from Barnes & Noble for 20% off-- that's right, bitches! Don't hate.
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