Three Blondes
It's Michelle's birthday on Monday. She wanted only one thing from me for her birthday: she wanted to see me, to spend some time together and see a movie. I'm not one to refuse a beautiful woman, much less an Ex, when I get so harmless a request as "Wanna go see a movie?" It was good to see her again, after about a months absence. She looked good, and we saw Princess Mononoke, that Anime that Janet Maslin liked. I suggest Ms. Maslin watch Ninja scroll or Akira or even project A-Ko and then perhaps Princess Moronic wouldn't have been so stellar in her eyes.
I arrived at the Anjelika after a particularly hard workout session (my last training session for awhile, because it's expensive, but for no other reason) where my trainer had me lifting three times what I'd lifted a month ago when I started with him. From 50 pounds to 180 in a month. With any luck, my body shape will start to reflect my newfound strength. I hustled down to the theater after that session, quite wobbly on overburdened legs, and found Michelle waiting for me at the door. We watched the movie, shared some old inside jokes, and as when it was over, I walked her to the PATH train, catching a call from Betsy on the way. Betsy was to come downtown from her appointment up in the hundreds, and I would meet her at the Christopher Street station of the 1/9.
Michelle carried my sign from the theater to the 1/9 stop. She's funny, that way. We got to the PATH stop, and I drop off one gorgeous blonde, and trek over to the 1/9 stop to await the arrival of another. I wait at Christopher street, in the subway station, holding my sign. This is like walking around the ramble with Kevin. A good idea at the time, except that you're sort of advertising that you're looking for a same sex lover, which I'm distinctly not. So I stood in the station, waiting for Betsy, hoping that each train would bring her and that the men who were writing down my URL were doing it because they wanted to see a site, not because my cowboy hat suggested that I was available. Either way, eventually Betsy showed up, and we walked across town, me on my swollen painful legs, her on shoes that I rather liked. We arrived at Standard (my new favorite bar, thank you Dori) where Betsy and I sat and chatted. She told me about a famous Jewish philosopher of the Frankfurt school, who wrote an amazing piece just before committing suicide rather than being captured by the Nazi's. When my studying is all over for the semester, I'll be sure and read it.
Betsy and I go all the way back to High School. I still can't read her, and that keeps her interesting to me. The fact that she's another stunning woman doesn't hurt either.
We drink, and we drink and we chat and we talk. Her boyfriend is coming in three days, I'm very excited for her. My website is rolling along well, she's happy for me. More drinks, and around one, she's got to leave because the treck to SoHa (South of Harlem, the new "It" neighborhood until Thursday) will probably take her an hour or more. A kiss on the cheek, and we walk out different directions.
I arrive home to email from Silver, the third of tonights three blondes. I'm drunk and reading email. She's been looking at my site, and she's got some suggestions. She calls, and we chat well into the night, trying to do remotely what should be done on-site. How do you explain what a website looks like on your computer, when someone staring at it across town is seeing something entirely different? Fortunately, this site is Made with Macintosh, and so is Silver, so she just took some screenshots, and I saw what a mess this place was. She got me on a fall cleaning kick, and we chatted into nearly daylight, trying to rebuild this place in a slightly better image. You'll notice the whole site is black now. I don't generally like black sites, but it was that or white, and white is just so played out. I was going to go with Papaya for the background, but that'd get real old real fast. We'll stick with black, it'll remind people of their old DOS computers. I'm drunk, it's 4:30, and I've been rebuilding my website for the last two hours. I've got to get more sleep.
One night. Three blondes.
Tommorow: Halloween Parties. I think I'll probably go as my website.
In Other News:
I will be hungover in the morning.
Posted by Swerdloff at October 29, 1999 04:48 PM
