ramblings
So, not too much to write these days.
Work is kicking my ass. Ten to twelve hour shifts has become the norm. I even go in on one of my off days so I can work on projects uninterrupted. I have a few more weeks of this crazy schedule before the even crazier Christmas ... er ... Holiday schedule begins.
Yes kids, just a few precious shopping days left until the Holidays arrive and deplete your bank accounts. I purchased my first gift last week. Remember that suped up Power Book laptop I was going to buy myself?
Well, I still didn’t buy it (trying to lower my debt before spending three grand on it), but I did get my Honey an iBook so he can use it in his new store. I told him I was done with his gifts (but I know I will continue to buy him stuff every week until the 25th, eventually dropping at least another grand on him). It’s better to give ... bullshit ... I’m expecting very nice things under our tree this year.
I went to NYCity a few weekends ago to celebrate Susie and Jonathan’s birthdays. Susie and I were born in the same year yet somehow we were celebrating her 35th (for a moment). Silly girl, math was never her strong suit. We had a lovely dinner at Nice Matin in the UWS where her friend John is a waiter. He gave us outstanding attention all night; the drinks were so potent that, for the first time, in a very long time, I skipped the nightlife activities.
Woke up early on Sunday and met my nephew to celebrate his 20th (for a moment). We went for lunch at Frankie & Johnny’s Pine Tavern up on Boston Post Road. Jonathan didn’t believe me when I told him that our waiter, el Chinito, served me, in the very same section, 22 years ago when I first came to F&J’s (by the by, el Chinito hasn’t aged a day, must be an ancient Chinese secret). I decided to order the reasonably priced sausage hero but changed my order to Shell Steak Giambotti after Jon ordered a very expensive fish dish.
Later that day, we reenacted a scene from Beauty Shop, as I watched my sister Lily and Aunts, Neri and Rosa, get their hair done. Conversation was rather tame (my sister being a tad bit conservative - not politically) so I went next door to see my cousins Brenda and Ichy. Brenda’s son walked in to say hi and went back to play with his friends.
GULP
“How old is Robert now?”
“Thirteen (for a moment).”
DOUBLE GULP
Wow, he was tall, tanned, and muscular. I had to push the dirty thoughts out of my head. Who am I kidding? I’m still trying to push those dirty thoughts out of my head.
Brenda dropped some very suggestive comments clueing me in that she's come over to the dark side. Went right over my sister’s head, but my Aunt Rosa was right there with me. She doesn’t say much but, I know she’s very astute.
That evening, I went looking for new cock at the new Cock (actually tried and true cock would have been just as good) and I had a very nice time. Didn’t much care for the Go-Go boys, a little too short, stocky, and muscular (where were the skanky boys they normally have?) but, the music was as entertaining as it always is. The Bearish Baltimorean Bartender (Is Baltimorean right? I originally wrote Baltimoron, but that might be something they only call each other, like the nigga thing) had my head turning all night. Actually, his low rise unbuttoned jeans revealing a lovely trail is what caught my eye. Did I tell you how much I like freeballing? On others, not me. Anyways, he was quite the hottie! I settled for a kiss (and a free bear ... er ... beer) but, what I really wanted was to let my tongue follow that trail ... but I digress. It still gets kinky in one of the corners but I stayed away from there (why? you ask, the bartender wasn’t in there).
Dashed back to Susie’s, showered, and hopped on the 5:30 AM Amtrak train back home. I made it to work on time and dragged my ass all day until 5. I was asleep within minutes of entering the house.
Am I too old for trips like this?
My body says yes, but fuck it, my mind says keep doing it until you drop.
Work is kicking my ass. Ten to twelve hour shifts has become the norm. I even go in on one of my off days so I can work on projects uninterrupted. I have a few more weeks of this crazy schedule before the even crazier Christmas ... er ... Holiday schedule begins.
Yes kids, just a few precious shopping days left until the Holidays arrive and deplete your bank accounts. I purchased my first gift last week. Remember that suped up Power Book laptop I was going to buy myself?
Woke up early on Sunday and met my nephew to celebrate his 20th (for a moment). We went for lunch at Frankie & Johnny’s Pine Tavern up on Boston Post Road. Jonathan didn’t believe me when I told him that our waiter, el Chinito, served me, in the very same section, 22 years ago when I first came to F&J’s (by the by, el Chinito hasn’t aged a day, must be an ancient Chinese secret). I decided to order the reasonably priced sausage hero but changed my order to Shell Steak Giambotti after Jon ordered a very expensive fish dish.
Later that day, we reenacted a scene from Beauty Shop, as I watched my sister Lily and Aunts, Neri and Rosa, get their hair done. Conversation was rather tame (my sister being a tad bit conservative - not politically) so I went next door to see my cousins Brenda and Ichy. Brenda’s son walked in to say hi and went back to play with his friends.
GULP
“How old is Robert now?”
“Thirteen (for a moment).”
DOUBLE GULP
Wow, he was tall, tanned, and muscular. I had to push the dirty thoughts out of my head. Who am I kidding? I’m still trying to push those dirty thoughts out of my head.
Brenda dropped some very suggestive comments clueing me in that she's come over to the dark side. Went right over my sister’s head, but my Aunt Rosa was right there with me. She doesn’t say much but, I know she’s very astute.
Dashed back to Susie’s, showered, and hopped on the 5:30 AM Amtrak train back home. I made it to work on time and dragged my ass all day until 5. I was asleep within minutes of entering the house.
Am I too old for trips like this?
My body says yes, but fuck it, my mind says keep doing it until you drop.
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