I'll be "home"

for christmas... i'm so excited about seeing all of you! i know it sounds kind of silly, but last year being away was strange. its not even so much that awful area that we live in. its more the fact that i get to see everyone. Paul & i can head out for some bass at the texan. Lisa & I can karaoke and slow dance someplace. I will get to see Dustin who I havent seen in AGES. I hear a friend of mine Brian moved back to BC. Amanda I am assuming will be in the area if only briefly. Scooter, same old same friday night plan i should think? Are you people in favor of cards for christmas or can i buy u a drink instead and call it even? When you get down to it w/cards you have to write. I personally could do without the time spent thinking of a clever way to tell you that I love you [all]. besides, i cant think of a better way to SHOWyou that i love you, than with a shot of tequila on my dime. Who is as excited about seeing familiar faces for the holidays as i am? we should plan some sort of get together over drinks somewhere with good music and cameras..., let me know what you think!

today is day 1 of

boycotting cabs. oddly enough, this came at the hands of dumb ass people in New York City & not at the hands of all of the blatantly ignorant cab drivers that ive had in the past. so, it seems as though when you are in a rush your instinct is to hail a cab so that you get where youre going quickly. the issue with that is that you never ACTUALLY get there faster in a cab than you could get there in a "train" (train being subway, thats what we call em.) the fact of the matter is in new york, you NEVER know what traffic is going to be like. it only SEEMS as though you are moving faster because you arent taking the time to A) walk to the train B) wait for it once you have arrived on the platform & C) once you are IN the cab, you are enroute & you can make phone calls letting a person know that you are "running late and stuck in traffic." this doesnt neccesarily (and very rarely might i add) expedite the process of getting you where you need/want to be. so i get in a cab last night when i am leaving work, (my peace of mind isnt for sale anymore) i figure hell, i can spend the 12 dollars to get home a little quicker and in bed a little earlier. now, the bridge that takes me to queens is on 59th and 2nd, which is about 16 blocks and 7 aves away from where i started. aves here are basically REALLY long blocks. about.. 2-3 city blocks, make up an ave. anyway.... i get to 3rd ave and 55th street traffic is terrible so it costs me about 6 dollars to go from 55th street to 56 st. (yes, at 12:30am) people are assholes deliberately stopping in intersections so that oncoming traffic cant get through. so i FINALLY make it to 56th st. and we turn, fast forward 1 ave over and 8 MORE dollars...., i am fit to be tied when we reach the bridge only to discover that it is closed. both upper and lower levels under construction. i can feel the anger swelling inside me when the cab driver announces that we have to turn around and go back to 34st st. and a couple of aves. back the direction we came from. i know what you are thinking... why didnt i just get out and take a "train?" answer is, there arent any trains that run on 2nd or 3rd for that matter unless the bill passed today. you better believe that i had my ass down there today voting, you can also bank on the fact that i took a train there. as for day 1 of no cabs, it went well. as i left work today a cab slowed down and honked as if to offer me a ride, i casually threw him the middle finger while i shuffled through my ipod for some nice late night train ride music..., its gonna be a long cold winter trekking back & forth to the train station in the snow. hopefully i have better luck finding nice snowboots than i did rainboots.

what the hell

did i do in a past life that lead designers to believe i didnt deserve to be fashion forward? todays entry is inspired by the 40 days & 4o nights of rain that we are currently experiencing here in New York City. for some reason unbeknownst to me, god &/or mother nature, don't even take the sabbath off anymore. it has been rainy and gloomy for so many days thats its quite the feat to not get bogged down and want to throw yourself wildly into your bed and sleep off the angst. to add insult to injury, rainboots are a necessity if u dont want your jeans to be soaked up to the damn knees by the time you get where you are going. now, i know what you are thinking, who WOULDNT want a fun pair of rainboots if they could "get away" with owning some?? and the answer is no one; EVERYONE wants to own a pair of fun rb's, the problem is, unless you are some tiny little tramp with infinitesimal feet, you cant find any that arent boring or school bus, & by that of course i mean plain black or bright yellow. they make them strictly for WOMEN & not in big enough sizes that a man (such as myself) could squeeze his 12w into it. so my friend chanda & i hit this shoe store (george miu) in brooklyn, & they have HOT ones for girls..., polka dots, stripes, plaids etc... it occurs to me that i havent actually inquired about the seemingly nonexistent cute rainboot for a man. the arrogant man behind the counter tells me the reasons that they "tend to not make them in this particular style for men" without saying "real men dont wear pink rb's sissy" (which is what he was getting @ anyway). he also felt the need to point out the boot that my friend was trying on might be "a little too snug" on her. he went on to say that he doesnt have them any bigger. im all "get on the website, i bet they have one, and we can find them in your size, he says (in his annoyingly arrogant yet somehow charming way) "let me rephrase, I dont make them any bigger, im george miu, this is my store." i digress... he then tells me that they are indeed out there & that i just have to look for them. he was so helpful at telling me the name brands to check first. hugo boss, prada, burberry etc..., i couldnt afford them from those places even if i wanted to, so ive taken to wrapping my shoes in plastic bags to travel around manhattan until someplace cheap sees fit to grant a boys soaking wish. i'll probably be taking up a collection at the end of the flood season. no deluge will destroy my passion for locating a pair for next year;in the meantime im holding out & waiting to return to my postdiluvian life!