Wet and cold
I’m going to start today by announcing that I’m both wet and cold. A $5 umbrella would have been nice between 1st Ave. and Lexington.
By Friday I’m going to be sick. Bed ridden.
I met a comedian last night. She made fun of me.
I’m going to a show of hers so that I can heckle her.
I’m not kidding.
I bought new glasses last night. The old ones were mangled.
They are grey rimmed Ray Ban’s. As my grandfather would say, “They look sharp”
I picked grey because they will blend well with the new crop of grey hair that is coming in.
I was speaking with a friend last night and she asked me about the whole Australia thing. I explained it and then she asked me about where I live. She has never seen my apartment so all she has to go on is my description.
She pointed out that I might be happier if I actually “moved in”. I treat my apartment like I know I’m going to move.
This got me thinking.
Look at how many places I have lived:
Portland, ME (2 apartments that I remember) – 6 years
Boston, MA (2 apartments)- 4 years
Beverly, MA – 2 miserable years
Pleasanton, CA – 2 years
Wilton, CT – a month
Trumbull, CT – 3 1/2 years
Newark, DE (2 dorms, 2 houses) – 4 1/2 years
Philadelphia, PA – 2 years
Pottstown, PA – 3 months
Port Chester, NY – 1 month
New York, NY – 2 1/2 years
Am I conditioned to not stay in one place for too long? Am I conditioned not to commit to places? The more I think about this the scarier it is.
So I move to Australia for a few months………then what?
Chicago, LA, San Fran, Paris, Denver, London, Atlanta????
What the hell, let’s just move every 2 years for the rest of my life. Why settle down somewhere and be happy? That would make far too much sense.
I have been eating too much pizza.
I wrote something about the Muslim community center that is being built………and then I deleted it. Probably for the best.
I sat down and wrote out the last bits of the “Best Man” speech last night. I’m not feeling like much of a best man these days, but I can certainly give a speech.
All I’m asking is that if I go off on a tangent about love not existing I want one of the Rob’s (two of my best friends from high school are named Rob. Both of them are big guys. One of them is Hulk big. The other likes Soft Serve ice cream) to come up and grab the microphone from me Vince Vaughn style………
“What my friend Andrew is trying to say, is that love is blind………..”