First things first: WHITE SOX WIN!!! And on Yankee turf, no less. I used to think that I didn’t like spectator sports, including porn, but I gotta say, sittin’ in the cheap seats with a fellow Hoosier tossin’ insults 2x right back into the faces of obnoxious Yankee fans under the big open sky on a beautiful night like tonight. Oh, man, there’s NOTHING better. And WHAT A GAME!! Christ almighty. I get it now, I’m totally into it, spectator sports IRL RULE, and I’m gonna buy White Sox and Cubs tickets for next season pronto.

Wednesday, August 10th, 7pm, South Street Seaport: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah. FREE! I took my Friendster Roy to a show at which they performed at NorthSix in Billyburg (lead: Ambulance LTD). Even HE liked it, proving either that (a) he is a really good faker or (b) Clap Your Hands Say Yeah appeals to kids of all ages, even certifiable AARP card carryin’ mofos. They are energetic and shoegazer-y and upbeat and poppy and their lead singer has the face of a snivelling weasel, the kind that you wanted to sock in the mouf during your evening group III discussion section classes in Linsly-Chit, but you know, in like, a loving, endearing sock-in-the-mouf kinda way.

That’s all for now. I am pooped. Too much glug glug glug as of late. Somebody, rip the cell phone outta my hands before I do sumthin’ stoopid!

xoxoANP!

What I want is a steam room followed by a sauna followed by a splash in not-too-heated pool followed by a hot shower followed by a steam room followed by a massage followed by using that cinnamon and vanilla lotion I got at ABC Carpet & Home in Dumbo. Right! Now! I have a pounding headache, I suspect that despite the Powerade I’m totally dehydrated, my muscles are sore, I have aches in places I did not know existed.

Ah yes, another weekend in New York fuckin’ City!

I can’t believe that this is my life. I need to be dragged by my hair and locked into a padded room somewhere, left to my own devices in a space where I cannot impale myself on anything or otherwise cause injury. Sheesh, what kind of trouble will I get into next, me wonders!

Camera purchased, BBQs attended, fun (good, bad, and ugly) had. Hey man, there’s a good month of summer left!

My best friend thinks I am avoiding a real relationship. Maybe she’s right, but damn, do I ever miss the warm familiarity and safety of my passionless LTR.

Can’t I find a job where all I do is go out and have dinner with people while looking hot and being charming and smart? Argh.

Back to clock punching.

Advice needed!

I just got approval to be MIA from my ofc from Thursday, September 8 through Thursday, September 22. I’ll be flying out of JFK and into London, with plans to have Berlin as my homebase (staying with Sandeman). I’m also planning on a weekend+ to connect with John, who is in Sweden for graduate school.

Would love tips, recommendations, insights, etc. from y’all.

xo