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Work has been kicking my @$$ this past week and I haven’t had any spare time to sit and write. I’m off to Orlando for a conference next week and then I hope to shoot down to ... hmmm ... guess where ... yup ... SoBe for a few days of sunshine. I hope the sun’s out while I’m there (hurricanes, stay away.)
My boss finally spent a day with us and, as a result, we have to relay much of the store front. I told my staff members the relay was mostly his idea, but in reality, all the changes were things I wanted to do since I got there. The staff is much more receptive to change if it comes from the big boss. So, I’ve been busy making those changes happen and by the time I get home, all I want to do is veg out with my Honey whose @$ is also being kicked by his new store which opened a few weeks ago. I wish he could come down to SoBe for some R&R, but I don’t think his boss is going to give him any time off in the next few months.
My trip to NYCity last weekend was full of a lot of first time meetings. A mere 36-hour trip where I tried to fit in as many people as possible. I went gaily forward to the hotel where Pedro and his boyfriend were staying. It was Pedro’s first trip to America and I was eager to take him around my NYCity. They were jetlagged from their trip but still managed to save up enough energy to walk around town with me and see the obvious tourist traps.
Plaza - check, Fifth Avenue - check, Rockefeller Center - check, and Times Square - check. His boyfriend was too tired to continue so Pedro and I went to the Boys Room to see the American Go-Go Idol contest. The host was rude and crude and I think I’m in love ... We walked around Alphabetland and the East Village and Pedro (a graphic designer) had his nose pressed up many independent shop windows (Do you think they charge more for the dust on the product?)
On Saturday, I got to do something that rarely happens; Susie and I were able to spend a husband-free and childfree day. We headed down to the shops on Sixth Avenue above 14th Street (what is that neighborhood called, not Chelsea?) to look for cushions for a rocking chair. Since we’re typical native New Yorkers, we got lost on our way to ABC Carpet. I asked the first gay looking man we found (that took all of half a second) and he pointed us in the right direction. We never made it there since we stumbled across a Pier One and found the cushions there. When we got back, her husband left us homework before he jetted out to coach the girls' softball game. We had to stir his sauce every 10 minutes for the next few hours. We got creative, we went to Carmine's across the street to watch the game (Susie is a hardcore baseball fan), sat at the bar drinking beers and margaritas, and every 10 minutes, Susie would jump off her seat and run back to stir the sauce. Then it was every 15 minutes ... 20 ... 25 ...
I met the Evil Buddha (now known as the BILF) at the Eagle and he was sweet enough to introduce me to Robocub (yum), Blather & Bosh (gifted with gab), and Meanwhile (well-traveled, tall, and handsome.) What do bloggers talk about when they get together? The better question is, “What do bloggers not talk about when they get together?” We covered so many topics that I cannot even remember all of them (maybe I drank more beers than I thought I had.) I hope to meet up with them again.
On Monday morning, I dragged Pedro and his BF to the West Village for lunch at the Cuban restaurant on Christopher (I still miss David's Potbelly) and for a walk along the West Side Highway to look at the piers and Richard Meier’s Perry Street Towers (when did the third one go up?) I dropped them off by Washington Square Park and then headed up to Penn Station for the long commute to work. I wish I had more one-on-one time with Pedro, but boyfriends come first and net friends come second. I must plan a trip to Porto so we can chill and not feel so rushed.
My boss finally spent a day with us and, as a result, we have to relay much of the store front. I told my staff members the relay was mostly his idea, but in reality, all the changes were things I wanted to do since I got there. The staff is much more receptive to change if it comes from the big boss. So, I’ve been busy making those changes happen and by the time I get home, all I want to do is veg out with my Honey whose @$ is also being kicked by his new store which opened a few weeks ago. I wish he could come down to SoBe for some R&R, but I don’t think his boss is going to give him any time off in the next few months.
My trip to NYCity last weekend was full of a lot of first time meetings. A mere 36-hour trip where I tried to fit in as many people as possible. I went gaily forward to the hotel where Pedro and his boyfriend were staying. It was Pedro’s first trip to America and I was eager to take him around my NYCity. They were jetlagged from their trip but still managed to save up enough energy to walk around town with me and see the obvious tourist traps.
Plaza - check, Fifth Avenue - check, Rockefeller Center - check, and Times Square - check. His boyfriend was too tired to continue so Pedro and I went to the Boys Room to see the American Go-Go Idol contest. The host was rude and crude and I think I’m in love ... We walked around Alphabetland and the East Village and Pedro (a graphic designer) had his nose pressed up many independent shop windows (Do you think they charge more for the dust on the product?)On Saturday, I got to do something that rarely happens; Susie and I were able to spend a husband-free and childfree day. We headed down to the shops on Sixth Avenue above 14th Street (what is that neighborhood called, not Chelsea?) to look for cushions for a rocking chair. Since we’re typical native New Yorkers, we got lost on our way to ABC Carpet. I asked the first gay looking man we found (that took all of half a second) and he pointed us in the right direction. We never made it there since we stumbled across a Pier One and found the cushions there. When we got back, her husband left us homework before he jetted out to coach the girls' softball game. We had to stir his sauce every 10 minutes for the next few hours. We got creative, we went to Carmine's across the street to watch the game (Susie is a hardcore baseball fan), sat at the bar drinking beers and margaritas, and every 10 minutes, Susie would jump off her seat and run back to stir the sauce. Then it was every 15 minutes ... 20 ... 25 ...
I met the Evil Buddha (now known as the BILF) at the Eagle and he was sweet enough to introduce me to Robocub (yum), Blather & Bosh (gifted with gab), and Meanwhile (well-traveled, tall, and handsome.) What do bloggers talk about when they get together? The better question is, “What do bloggers not talk about when they get together?” We covered so many topics that I cannot even remember all of them (maybe I drank more beers than I thought I had.) I hope to meet up with them again.
On Monday morning, I dragged Pedro and his BF to the West Village for lunch at the Cuban restaurant on Christopher (I still miss David's Potbelly) and for a walk along the West Side Highway to look at the piers and Richard Meier’s Perry Street Towers (when did the third one go up?) I dropped them off by Washington Square Park and then headed up to Penn Station for the long commute to work. I wish I had more one-on-one time with Pedro, but boyfriends come first and net friends come second. I must plan a trip to Porto so we can chill and not feel so rushed.
1 comment:
Yes, Jetlag is a queer's worst friend... i was really sad not to walk around more with you. Porto is waiting. NY rocks. Where are all the good looking men in NYC? Damn!
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