I’m in the process of moving into the city.  Hopefully will get postcards out soon.

Photos from the Auto Show.

Last night CS & I ventured from the Hipster Hideaway to Blackstone’s, home of Saeri.  We both snuck up on Saeri and scared the piss out of her: amusing.  Well Saeri’s Married Man was there, of course so we introduced Married Man to Construction Steve.  They both shook hands and it was all good.  Five minutes later when I made some comment about Married Man, using the term “Married Man” instead of his real name CS went…OH!  And then Married Man, said, wait…is THIS Construction Steve.  Yes indeed it is.  They of course had heard all about one another, but had never met.  The glories of hanging out with girls.

Today I forgot my phone.  It’s sitting on the dashboard of the mighty SUV.  Oops.  Go figure.  So I won’t be able to reply to any texts today, until I get my phone back.  Feel free to text me nasty messages though.  I’ll laugh when I get them.  The nastier the better: like I want to lick your anus.  (I did actually receive that text the other day).

I went back up to the country to check on the cat & found a belated birthday present waiting for me.  It was sweet.  The lovely Lola sent me a t-shirt that states, “Life is Better in Lawrence.”  And quite frankly I was prone to agree with that statement this morning.  Nevermind that last night I went to a theater thing and saw Sigourney Weaver, (the gatekeeper) or got a groovy gift bag.  I just had a crappy morning.  The t-shirt though ROCKS.

So last night after a few pints at the Hipster Hideaway CS & I headed downtown to B-Side for just one more.  This turned out to be true because I was footing the tab and had already dropped $50 earlier.  Then of course we went back to his for sloppy make-outs.  You know how I love the sloppy make-outs.

Anyway, halfway through the sloppy make-outs when it started get serious CS busts out with the “I love you.”  Don’t worry I played it all Han Solo style with “I know.”  Seriously boys are strange.

So, CS broke up with me last week.  So naturally he calls/texts me everyday.  The why he had to “break up” with me conversation lasted a week and a half.  The first time was on Sunday morning when I was still a wee bit drunk and very confused about how I ended up in his bed again.  Hey, didn’t I ask Sexy Sam to take me home?

Anyway, the gist of that conversation was that he had no soul (it was torn out by wild dogs at a young age and completely consumed) and that is why he does not react like any other person to relationships.  That made him sad.  I said, hell you can take someone else home, I’ll just get angry and be righteous about it.  No worries there.

Then, of course after this conversation we chilled out on the couch and somehow I ended up partially naked.  It was very strange.  So, last night the conversation continued…of course.  It came down to this: CS-decide what the hell you want from this relationship.  We are not negotiating here.  “Hugs only” is not a choice.  You can either 1. be my friend or 2. be my friend who occasionally has sloppy make-outs with me.

He chose 2.

It only took what 28 years?  I finally saw a famous person yesterday.  He sat next to me on the subway.  Mandy Patinkin!  Rock fist up.

Got crunk on Saturday.  I don’t remember much after I got to that second bar.  I believe I may have texted a few of you.  I’m not sure.  All I know is that I woke up in the East Village with CS.  WTF?!  Luckily I had him provide me with alcohol all day, so it wasn’t so bad.

Today it was raining.  Normally I don’t mind the rain, but for some reason when it rains in New York I spend the entire day with wet feet.  I don’t know why.  It doesn’t seem to matter what shoes I’m wearing.  Today was no different.  Good times, good times I say.

Looking forward to the weekend.  I’ll be attending a tour that my company gives with the ever debonair Brian.  And continue to work on the website–since it appears that the FTP is having issues right now.  (No not this website, I’ve been contracted to build a website for some friends…I’m all professional and shit now).

goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.
An’ I’ve made up my mind, I ain’t wasting no more time.

Ah Whitesnake. It makes the peoples happy doesn’t it?  So Construction Steve broke up with me last night.  Which was strange since I was pretty sure we weren’t dating, though he tended to act like it on a fairly consistent basis.

Example 1 Saturday: We went to the Auto Show (pictures to follow…and yes UF Matt that Lexus was awesome.  I want one) during the afternoon.  During which time he informs/reminds me that we are having dinner with some of his friends that evening.  He first told me the previous night.  Okay, so he’s making plans for me without my knowledge…fun.  Well it turns out that dinner is a group of people that includes his Godmother and everyone in the group treats us as a couple.  Which isn’t helped by CS’s opening of doors, pulling out the chair, placing the hand on the back bullshit.

Example 2 Sunday, My birthday: Mass and brunch with his family/friends.  I did agree to this, however I didn’t realize brunch was going to be 3 hours long and at a Greek restaurant.  Then CS buys me batteries.  What you ask.  Well the batteries in my camera had run out the day before at the auto show.  Bummer.  CS ducks into a store and buys me replacement batteries for the camera and 3 things of peeps (you know my peep obsession).  Something a boyfriend would do, not a friend.  A friend would mention hey, do you need some batteries?  Right?  Am I right?

Example 3 Random Conversations: Including lines such as, “I’m not going anywhere,” “Let’s go apartment hunting,” and my favorite, “we haven’t made any plans for that yet.”  We?  WTF!

Anyway, since he was acting all boyfriend like I started responding all girlfriend like.  Then last night I got the, “I really don’t want a girlfriend now.”  And the even better, “I told my therapist that I think you are falling for me.  That always happens.”

Guess who isn’t getting any poon anytime soon.

On the bright side I have actually found a place to live in New York City.  That’s right kids, my own place with a bed and everything.  I’m moving in on May 1.  It’s in the East Village and it should be loads of fun.  So party on Wayne, party on Garth.  And fuck CS in the ear!