Summer Vacation 2007 : Entree
after a fun weekend filled with new faces, new places, and new paces… i decided that monday should be a day of rest and relaxation, even in the hustle bustle big apple. so while robert woke early to go to work, i lazily got out of bed about nine or ten o’clock, just in time to catch a cab to my massage appointment at mario badescu’s. i decided to take a cab because the rain that morning was somewhat biblical and the trek to the subway would have required a five avenue walk west to only walk another five avenues east… they need a fucking subway line down first through the UES for god’s sake. The massage appointment was pretty efficient, didn’t wait long at all before a small yet portly japanese woman came into my room, proceeded to get on top of me and perform “reiki”… while telling me how i looked like i was 38 and that my energy was not flowing at all…. haha. you wanna tip girl? later on she told me I looked more like I was 25. haha… new york for you.
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after that experience (it wasn’t too bad… but i have a suspicion that those contortions i went through may have set off the already almost two weeks of lower back and right thigh pain I’ve been having!) i walked up park avenue leisurely towards the whitney museum. stopped in at a little diner, and had lunch before proceeding down that chic avenue…. walking pass the new Tom Ford store…. oooh. bow down, i am not worthy. haha. It turns out that the whitney was closed on mondays…so i changed my plans and walked towards fifth and eighty something to go to the guggenheim. i strolled by the MFA and thought about going in but that place is just so dizzyingly big that you always leave feeling like you didn’t see enough but are too exhausted to go on. the guggenheim was much more digest-able, especially since one of the exhibits was a video screening in a dark room with nice comfy club chairs, which i decided to occupy one and take a not so surreptitious nap of about an hour. refreshed… i concluded my visit to the guggenheim and crossed half of manhattan on 79th. finally got back to robert’s place. that evening robert came up with the bright idea of going for a run on the park along the east river. so we went and the first 15 minutes were fine for me but eventually i knew i had hit my limit and was officially out of shape when i felt like throwing up into the east river and my face was exploding in a heat rash. fun! so anyways, robert continued running (go robert!) to the one of those bridges that goes to Brooklyn/ Queens… and i just walked my merry way, enjoying the actually very nice park. we finally got back to his apartment, robert made dinner (whooo) and we rented a movie… holiday... that was a trip. i was afraid to get it out of the DVD player after we watched it because it was just such a sticky sick sweet film… blehhhh. of course the highlight of the evening was when robert proclaimed that he wanted TO BE Cameron Diaz (who was in the movie). mind you… he didn’t say… i want to be LIKE camerion diaz… his statement was of the gender bending kind. haha… I think nyc has gotten to you robert.
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the next day i made my way down to philadelphia, an easy two hour bus ride and the perfect opportunity for me to read some more pages of the book i have been attempting to read since last september… love in the time of cholera. you know, its just one of those books that aren’t grippingly engaging so you don’t really feel the absolute urge to get through it. i feel like i should finish it only on principal. anyways, so i got into philly about three or so, met samuel quickly to get his keys and then just went back to his place, took a nap before he got back from work. again, like many of my friends i saw over my vacation, it was great to see sam again. we hung out at his place a little longer, both took a nap, before heading out to what I think is my favorite italian place in philadephia… this cute little sidewalk joint just down from the kimmel… that has the most amazing veal cannelloni with béchamel sauce. of course, sam, being vegetarian, couldn’t delight in this culinary treat. after dinner, we walked back his place and since it was too late for a movie, decided to just watch a video of his. watching 12 monkeys after years of not seeing it was just like watching it anew and it was entertaining. and our fun evening ended on that note, the next morning, i left at the same time he went to work, walking him to work, saying goodbye, and turned towards the busride home. Once I got back to new york, i had scheduled to meet another old friend… ira, from gsd. she was as fabulous as ever and we had a great lunch at a greasy chinese place in chinatown. after a quick pulse on each other’s lives, she had to go back to work… but it was definitely good to see her again! the rest of the afternoon was pretty mundane i have to admit, doing laundry… $4.50 for a wash???!!! but then that evening, i met up again with yvonne to meet her boyfriend and to also see some old cornell people… well, just one… andrew fisher from architecture, and one of yvonne’s friends that i had met before. it was a fun evening i have to say… some drinks first at this union square bar (i love union square! if i ever move to new york i want to live near there… it is the perfect urban square in my opinion!) and then down the street to do some bowling. good times good times! and yes, i got a chance to meet yvonne’s squeeze of the last two years and have to approve… seemed like a nice… even though he’s straight. haha. at the end of the evening yvonne took the downtown train while we two waited for the uptown trains… he left on the express and before he went i said goodbye and told him to take care of yvonne or i’d kick his ass. haha… what else is the gay male best friend suppose to do for his most fabulous fruit fly? note…we gay boys over the following weekend decided that fruit flies were, by definition, fabulous straight women capable of getting male straight dates but that just enjoy the company of gay men…. Where as fag hags were trolly overweight poor souls who replaced real heterosexual relationships with being parasitical (at times) attachments to fabulous gay men. compare… my friend yvonne and ron’s fag hag… cathy. yikes… i shudder at the memory of that fat bitch. haha.
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that was wednesday evening, the day before our sojourn to mythical provincetown. i think I’ll leave the shenanigans of ptown with its very own entry. i had been on vacation for a week, and i’d have to admit that almost everyday was really stock full of experiences. it had been a crazy vacation… but completely fulfilling. i honestly did muss the northeast very much so, for the people i knew before who were still there, but also for just the experience of living in a place like that. texas really might as well be a different country i think sometimes. wednesday night i was completely excited to be leaving for provincetown, for more, even crazier, adventures, but actually also so that i could sleep on a real bed for a few days. robert’s “air mattress” unfortunately had been doing a number on my back for the past few days. sigh…. simply another sign that you aren’t so young anymore alex. oh well, at least I think i’m becoming more fabulous the older i get. ha.
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after that experience (it wasn’t too bad… but i have a suspicion that those contortions i went through may have set off the already almost two weeks of lower back and right thigh pain I’ve been having!) i walked up park avenue leisurely towards the whitney museum. stopped in at a little diner, and had lunch before proceeding down that chic avenue…. walking pass the new Tom Ford store…. oooh. bow down, i am not worthy. haha. It turns out that the whitney was closed on mondays…so i changed my plans and walked towards fifth and eighty something to go to the guggenheim. i strolled by the MFA and thought about going in but that place is just so dizzyingly big that you always leave feeling like you didn’t see enough but are too exhausted to go on. the guggenheim was much more digest-able, especially since one of the exhibits was a video screening in a dark room with nice comfy club chairs, which i decided to occupy one and take a not so surreptitious nap of about an hour. refreshed… i concluded my visit to the guggenheim and crossed half of manhattan on 79th. finally got back to robert’s place. that evening robert came up with the bright idea of going for a run on the park along the east river. so we went and the first 15 minutes were fine for me but eventually i knew i had hit my limit and was officially out of shape when i felt like throwing up into the east river and my face was exploding in a heat rash. fun! so anyways, robert continued running (go robert!) to the one of those bridges that goes to Brooklyn/ Queens… and i just walked my merry way, enjoying the actually very nice park. we finally got back to his apartment, robert made dinner (whooo) and we rented a movie… holiday... that was a trip. i was afraid to get it out of the DVD player after we watched it because it was just such a sticky sick sweet film… blehhhh. of course the highlight of the evening was when robert proclaimed that he wanted TO BE Cameron Diaz (who was in the movie). mind you… he didn’t say… i want to be LIKE camerion diaz… his statement was of the gender bending kind. haha… I think nyc has gotten to you robert.
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the next day i made my way down to philadelphia, an easy two hour bus ride and the perfect opportunity for me to read some more pages of the book i have been attempting to read since last september… love in the time of cholera. you know, its just one of those books that aren’t grippingly engaging so you don’t really feel the absolute urge to get through it. i feel like i should finish it only on principal. anyways, so i got into philly about three or so, met samuel quickly to get his keys and then just went back to his place, took a nap before he got back from work. again, like many of my friends i saw over my vacation, it was great to see sam again. we hung out at his place a little longer, both took a nap, before heading out to what I think is my favorite italian place in philadephia… this cute little sidewalk joint just down from the kimmel… that has the most amazing veal cannelloni with béchamel sauce. of course, sam, being vegetarian, couldn’t delight in this culinary treat. after dinner, we walked back his place and since it was too late for a movie, decided to just watch a video of his. watching 12 monkeys after years of not seeing it was just like watching it anew and it was entertaining. and our fun evening ended on that note, the next morning, i left at the same time he went to work, walking him to work, saying goodbye, and turned towards the busride home. Once I got back to new york, i had scheduled to meet another old friend… ira, from gsd. she was as fabulous as ever and we had a great lunch at a greasy chinese place in chinatown. after a quick pulse on each other’s lives, she had to go back to work… but it was definitely good to see her again! the rest of the afternoon was pretty mundane i have to admit, doing laundry… $4.50 for a wash???!!! but then that evening, i met up again with yvonne to meet her boyfriend and to also see some old cornell people… well, just one… andrew fisher from architecture, and one of yvonne’s friends that i had met before. it was a fun evening i have to say… some drinks first at this union square bar (i love union square! if i ever move to new york i want to live near there… it is the perfect urban square in my opinion!) and then down the street to do some bowling. good times good times! and yes, i got a chance to meet yvonne’s squeeze of the last two years and have to approve… seemed like a nice… even though he’s straight. haha. at the end of the evening yvonne took the downtown train while we two waited for the uptown trains… he left on the express and before he went i said goodbye and told him to take care of yvonne or i’d kick his ass. haha… what else is the gay male best friend suppose to do for his most fabulous fruit fly? note…we gay boys over the following weekend decided that fruit flies were, by definition, fabulous straight women capable of getting male straight dates but that just enjoy the company of gay men…. Where as fag hags were trolly overweight poor souls who replaced real heterosexual relationships with being parasitical (at times) attachments to fabulous gay men. compare… my friend yvonne and ron’s fag hag… cathy. yikes… i shudder at the memory of that fat bitch. haha.
.
that was wednesday evening, the day before our sojourn to mythical provincetown. i think I’ll leave the shenanigans of ptown with its very own entry. i had been on vacation for a week, and i’d have to admit that almost everyday was really stock full of experiences. it had been a crazy vacation… but completely fulfilling. i honestly did muss the northeast very much so, for the people i knew before who were still there, but also for just the experience of living in a place like that. texas really might as well be a different country i think sometimes. wednesday night i was completely excited to be leaving for provincetown, for more, even crazier, adventures, but actually also so that i could sleep on a real bed for a few days. robert’s “air mattress” unfortunately had been doing a number on my back for the past few days. sigh…. simply another sign that you aren’t so young anymore alex. oh well, at least I think i’m becoming more fabulous the older i get. ha.
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