I had plans. Great big fantastic plans. They included bowling and purchasing tobacco products in the great state of North Carolina. But alas they were ripped from me thanks to the FAA. Apparently they decided that there were just too many planes in the air and mine wasn’t going to go anywhere. Never mind that along with myself a hundred or so other people were suddenly at LGA for no apparent reason. There was a thunderstorm rolling in and no other available flights to Raleigh that night. Oh, they could get me to Philadelphia and then Raleigh the next day around 5pm. Somehow it just didn’t make sense to go for 25 hours. Seriously I couldn’t even have a beer with everyone I had promised in that time frame. Well, I might be able to, but it would hurt a whole hell of a lot.

So there I am at the airport with no place to go and all my plans in ruins. I called up some co-workers as we had talked about going to Ikea to get new office furniture one day and hey I now had the weekend. The Fabulous Pauline was having train issues and Cat was busy working–Boo. Hulk Heather offered watching bad television out in the Ridge. Tempting….tempting.

I phoned up Lori to see if she was at Kelly’s (home to people shitting on the floor) since that was relatively close and yes she was. She said, hang out I’ll come get you. Sweet no bus for me…just an hour wait. So I busied myself with reading whatever news was on the phone and talked to the ‘rents. Did you know it is legal to hunt bears in California? Anyway promptly at 7:30 (when I was suppose to take off) Lori arrived with meat on a stick, sticky buns, and lo mien. So tasty.

Today I’m debating what to do. Should I go check out the amtrak schedule? I hear there are good hot dogs in DC. I’ve never been to Philly. What to do, what to do?

So I have a death-wish.  Well, I do, but I happen to be referring to my continual attendance at the boxing class and my very own personal trainer.  Today at the personal trainer it was measuring day.  It’s been 7 sessions, 6 since we did the first measurements.  I was feeling good, all excited to see my progress.  Oh progress, you fickle fickle thing.

I have progressed.  I have.  I did not go backwards.  I just didn’t quite progress as much as I was hoping you know.  I’ve lost 10 pounds since 7/2 and 1.3% of my body fat.  That’s good.  I, of course was hoping for 15 lbs and 5% of body fat.  Now I’ve really got to start running else I’ll never be an olympic hopeful.

Yes I got 90% of them photographed.  The statues for the All Star Game that is!

I’ve been doing “tourist” things as of late.  I went to both a Yankees game and a Mets game.  Of course I took photos of both stadiums.  It’s just weird to be someplace with a brand new stadium being built next door.  I’m glad I went to both games, and even more importantly the home teams won both days.

I admit it.  I’m not the easiest person to live with.  I occasionally get plastered and bring home a houseboy who is scooted out the door by dawn.  Does this happen often?  Not really.  Once every couple of months usually on a Tuesday.  Does it wake up my roommates?  Probably.  But seeing how they are really heavy sleepers and not located on the same side of the apartment it really shouldn’t bother them.

Anyway…Steve locked himself out of the apartment on Friday.  I figured this out because when I got home the lights were on as was the television with his phone, keys, and general crap on the couch, but no sign of him.  I relaxed at dinner and enjoyed some television.  I ended up talking to my other roommate and found out that yes indeed he had locked himself out.  I said, well why doesn’t he buzz?  She passed it on–as no contact was made between him and I.

I then forgot about it and went to bed.  At 3:30am he shows up and buzzes.  And buzzes and buzzes.  I had decided to let the other roommate let him in as it was her he had contacted.  Well after 10 minutes it became apparent that she wasn’t going to hear the buzzer/let him in and damn-it this was keeping me awake.  So I got up and let him in with the comment of “Jackass!  It’s 3:30.”

Three hours later when his alarm went off and he didn’t turn it off and I was again awoken I was very unhappy.  I was so very annoyed that I went in and unplugged the offensive alarm.  Why is it that other people mess around and I get pooped on?  Screw them.  I’m going to NC.

My student loan interest finally dropped.  Now I’m rolling in it.

It’s restaurant week again here in NYC.  I’ve got reservations at a BBQ and a Russian place.  I bet you the Russian place is more fabulous than the BBQ.  I shall report back after tasting the fare.

I’m not real sure why I’m so bothered by the fact that Steve’s birthday is drawing near.  In fact I really hadn’t thought about it until last night when other roommate mentioned that Skanky Ho is organizing his party.  Did I mention that I hate Skanky Ho?  If I could I would pull the disappearing pencil trick with her head.  And really it isn’t even that I hate her, but rather I dislike Steve’s ability to not give a shit about anything, thus I want to take away things that make him comfortable.  Namely Skanky Ho.  Yes I am that bitter right now.  Will it go away?  Yes, in time.  Currently nope.

Usually I’m much better about this.  Usually if I double book I have no intention of doing both things.  Tragically it is not the case this time.  I have a Jayhawk Happy Hour on the roof of the Met Museum and I said I’d go see Xdrop.  If somehow if magically works out that the Happy Hour is indeed only an hour I can make it to the show.  I have a feeling it isn’t.  And I want to do the whole Happy Hour.  I want to met some fellow Jayhawks.  I need fresh meat for the grinder!

I can also meet up with the Xdrop kids after their show.  Doh.

I would like to think that I would notice this.