2006

For Obvious Reasons, I’m on a Clerks Kick

moocowinthecity 2006-07-22 No Comments

Subject: For Obvious Reasons, I’m on a Clerks Kick

Date: Saturday 7/22/06 2:58:00 AM

And this is referencing Clerks (1994) not Clerks II (2006) so don’t bitch about spoilers…you’ve had roughly 12 years to see the first movie.

[on his past relationship with Caitlin]

Dante Hicks: She was supposed to meet Brad Michaelson in a dark bedroom. She picked the wrong one. She didn’t even know I was at the party.

Randal Graves: Oh my God.

Dante Hicks: Great story, huh?

Randal Graves: That girl was vile to you.

Dante Hicks: Interesting post script to that story – you know who wound up with Brad in that dark bedroom?

Randal Graves: Your mother?

Dante Hicks: Alan Harris.

Randal Graves: Chess team Alan Harris?

Dante Hicks: The two moved to Idaho shortly after graduation. They raise sheep.

Randal Graves: That’s frightening.

Dante Hicks: Takes different strokes to move the world.

Randal Graves: In light of this, I don’t see how you can romanticize your relationship with Caitlin. She broke your heart and inadvertently drove men to deviant lifestyles.

High Rollers

moocowinthecity 2006-07-22 No Comments

Subject: High Rollers

Date: Saturday 7/22/06 2:23:00 AM

High Rollers

Buffalo, New York

A Gay Leather Bar

Hockey Finals, 2006

An old man approached me at the bar/said to me “you gotta tell him how much you love him” as I stared at the one man I couldn’t get if I tried, and this poor old man didn’t realize that I’ve told him how much I’ve loved him more than once and was always denied. The one who got away just couldn’t understand that when I said “I love you” it wasn’t a ploy to get in his pants, he couldn’t fathom that someone would love him for what he was because he operates on a different system.

The more drinks someone buys for him, the cooler he is. The more relationships he meddles with/the more breaks ups caused by him the more powerful he thinks he is. This high speed train wreck no where near slowing down and it’s sad because it’s not often that you can actually see yourself loosing more than just a friend.

The boy just didn’t seem to understand that I meant what I said/I only say what I mean: don’t seem to leave much room for interpretation when I say “I love you more than you can ever know” but he was in his own universe playing little boy games of cops and robbers:now hookers, tramps and thieves.

I was the friend for awhile, the reliable pal, the one you call when you need a shoulder to cry on and when you need to just let loose or to come and help out when you’re sick but you see the deal just happens to be that I wait for no one. I’m no one’s option. I’m the real deal, I’m the shit so as I faded away, the more I became unavailable the more he tried to reach out:kept getting these text messages:

“I miss you”

“I love you”

“when are we going to hang”

“baby where are you?”

But I didn’t get my hopes up, I took them for what they were worth: a ten cent way of saying “pay attention to me, please think you have a chance, buy me a drink and we’ll see” but the shame of it is, I don’t play that way, that just isn’t how I roll/I wasn’t raised a fool and I know when it’s time to pack my bags and move on.

So then I started getting actual calls on my phone that I’d just send to voice mail “hey, just wondering what you’re up to…yeah, me and my last boyfriend broke up…I have a new one…he’s rich, it’s soo cool…” and I know that in another few days I’ll get another message of the same. I don’t even listen to them, I just hit lucky number 7 and send ’em the the digital waste bin.

Every now and then, I answer my phone and he wants to know where I am and who I’m with and he grills me harder than my parents did in high school when I was in the west village learning how to shoot, play poker, drink and play politics with the boys and he tries so hard, so hard to reel me back in; but I won’t let him.

So on the last night that I was ever gunna see him, I was paying for my own drinks at the bar with my own cash as he was judging his own worth by the amount of men he could play to pay for the night. The older men who were paying to touch him were like The Sirens to me, singing out their dangerous song. These men hoping so desperately, as their hearts were aching, for one last chance:one last fuck to prove their worth/that they can still get the boy, these played out Casanovas who should be a glaring warning sign for the boy that I loved because their body language/their history is screaming “you’re going to become me…you’re going to grow old…you’re going to be sitting here at this bar, less than twenty miles from your home hoping for one last shag…”

So I waived a casual goodbye as I walked out the door, picked up my cell, called my travel agent and booked a trip out of dodge because the next time he called me and I answered I needed to be able to say “boyfriend? Not at 21 my friend…you never know what people you’re going to meet…” and hang up.

As I walked to my car I shrugged, no use in holding a torch for a boy who refuses to grow. My plane boards in a few months and I’ll be touching dirt in another country…and I don’t know when I’ll book my flight back home and I know I don’t speak the language of the men who will be all around me/one I’ve never studied but I think I’ll manage to communicate.

You have to understand, in the end, I’m the one who got away…shame is, I won’t be around when he comes to realize he lost the game.

I always win.

High Rollers

moocowinthecity 2006-07-22 No Comments

Subject: High Rollers

Date: Saturday 7/22/06 2:23:00 AM

High Rollers

Buffalo, New York

A Gay Leather Bar

Hockey Finals, 2006

An old man approached me at the bar/said to me “you gotta tell him how much you love him” as I stared at the one man I couldn’t get if I tried, and this poor old man didn’t realize that I’ve told him how much I’ve loved him more than once and was always denied. The one who got away just couldn’t understand that when I said “I love you” it wasn’t a ploy to get in his pants, he couldn’t fathom that someone would love him for what he was because he operates on a different system.

The more drinks someone buys for him, the cooler he is. The more relationships he meddles with/the more breaks ups caused by him the more powerful he thinks he is. This high speed train wreck no where near slowing down and it’s sad because it’s not often that you can actually see yourself loosing more than just a friend.

The boy just didn’t seem to understand that I meant what I said/I only say what I mean: don’t seem to leave much room for interpretation when I say “I love you more than you can ever know” but he was in his own universe playing little boy games of cops and robbers:now hookers, tramps and thieves.

I was the friend for awhile, the reliable pal, the one you call when you need a shoulder to cry on and when you need to just let loose or to come and help out when you’re sick but you see the deal just happens to be that I wait for no one. I’m no one’s option. I’m the real deal, I’m the shit so as I faded away, the more I became unavailable the more he tried to reach out:kept getting these text messages:

“I miss you”

“I love you”

“when are we going to hang”

“baby where are you?”

But I didn’t get my hopes up, I took them for what they were worth: a ten cent way of saying “pay attention to me, please think you have a chance, buy me a drink and we’ll see” but the shame of it is, I don’t play that way, that just isn’t how I roll/I wasn’t raised a fool and I know when it’s time to pack my bags and move on.

So then I started getting actual calls on my phone that I’d just send to voice mail “hey, just wondering what you’re up to…yeah, me and my last boyfriend broke up…I have a new one…he’s rich, it’s soo cool…” and I know that in another few days I’ll get another message of the same. I don’t even listen to them, I just hit lucky number 7 and send ’em the the digital waste bin.

Every now and then, I answer my phone and he wants to know where I am and who I’m with and he grills me harder than my parents did in high school when I was in the west village learning how to shoot, play poker, drink and play politics with the boys and he tries so hard, so hard to reel me back in; but I won’t let him.

So on the last night that I was ever gunna see him, I was paying for my own drinks at the bar with my own cash as he was judging his own worth by the amount of men he could play to pay for the night. The older men who were paying to touch him were like The Sirens to me, singing out their dangerous song. These men hoping so desperately, as their hearts were aching, for one last chance:one last fuck to prove their worth/that they can still get the boy, these played out Casanovas who should be a glaring warning sign for the boy that I loved because their body language/their history is screaming “you’re going to become me…you’re going to grow old…you’re going to be sitting here at this bar, less than twenty miles from your home hoping for one last shag…”

So I waived a casual goodbye as I walked out the door, picked up my cell, called my travel agent and booked a trip out of dodge because the next time he called me and I answered I needed to be able to say “boyfriend? Not at 21 my friend…you never know what people you’re going to meet…” and hang up.

As I walked to my car I shrugged, no use in holding a torch for a boy who refuses to grow. My plane boards in a few months and I’ll be touching dirt in another country…and I don’t know when I’ll book my flight back home and I know I don’t speak the language of the men who will be all around me/one I’ve never studied but I think I’ll manage to communicate.

You have to understand, in the end, I’m the one who got away…shame is, I won’t be around when he comes to realize he lost the game.

I always win.

an I.V. is NOT Gin…I know THAT much…

moocowinthecity 2006-07-21 No Comments

Subject: an I.V. is NOT Gin…I know THAT much…

Date: Friday 7/21/06 12:48:00 AM

Location: Plainview, Long Island, New York

Okay, so I go for my CAT Scan and it required contrast.

The way that Zwanger-Pesiri does the contrast is they put into your arm essentially what amounts to a temporary shunt (at least, that’s what I *think* it is, sparks27 can probably correct me if there’s a better term) and they inject some liquid into your vein and I’m not really sure how it works from there but they tell me it works so take it as you will.

However what I thought was entertaining is that the nurse was assuming I’d freak out at the needle (after two large tattoos, multiple piercings, needles don’t really scare me all that much) so when she realized I wasn’t freaking out she was like “So…when we hook you up to the IV it may warm you up a bit…actually, it’ll feel just like you took a swig of gin okay honey?” and I was like “um…., yeah, okay…swig of gin, sure, no problemo” so anyways, they put the shunty thing in (these are, of course, the technical terms) and I get put on the CAT Scan bed and they hook up the I.V. and yes, I felt warm…but I can certainly say that the feeling was not that feeling you get after a nice swig of gin.

Anyways, they did the CAT Scan, it took about thirty minutes (in, out) and I was done.

The other interesting observation is that my doctor took blood from my right arm and where he took blood looks like I was punched by a football player. The nurse who inserted and removed (with literally, no pain) an IV Shunt in my left arm left no mark, that arm you can barely see the tiny red dot.

Lesson Learned (though learned before): Always let a nurse, over a doctor, draw blood.

Winners in the ‘Guess WTF nomadmatan  Has’ Contest

Eli (who’s ‘too cool’ to get an LJ name and thinks I make my Resh like my Dalet and I don’t…except in block print…but who the hell uses that anyway) says he thought it was the ‘Kissing Virus’ but claims that he didn’t know we call it that in this country as well.

blue02dude who says he really did think I had mono, but didn’t post it.

sparks27 who says the same as blue02dude

Bev (who doesn’t use LJ) who told Leslie that she thought it must be Mono after I hung up with her last Sunday on my way to NYC.

Build a Bear Tomorrow

Mom and I are going to Build a Bear tomorrow…can’t wait…I’ve wanted to go to Build a Bear since I first heard about them (whatever, don’t act like you’re so big and strong/old and mature that you don’t like stuffed animals). I really want to make an Innuit Cow. If they’re out of the Innuit outfit…maybe a fire fighter cow.

Buffalo on Monday

I fly back to Buffalo on Monday…and that’s a wrap kids.

HP Wedding Crew

moocowinthecity 2006-07-20 No Comments

Subject: HP Wedding Crew

Date: Thursday 7/20/06 2:17:00 AM

Okay Folks,

I’ve just finished looking at the Menu for Outback and I figured I should give everyone a “what to expect” as far as price goes.

Appetizers are around $5.00-$8.00 (I don’t often order them, as they’re the size of a meal and then…why order a meal?).

A regular meal (not like, lobster tail) is around $11.00-$18.00 (obviously, the fancier stuff is slightly more pricey) and I think dessert is included in most meals.

Alcoholic drinks are what they are and since it’s a resteraunt, will be slightly more pricey than a regular bar (on a side note, Massachussets has some weird blue laws about bringing alcohol into the hotel room on your own…just a general heads up…however, for our conveience, there’s a bar down in the lobby).

So per person plan on spendinng:

I. Meal with a drink and appetizer: $25.00

II. Meal with a drink or two, no appetizer: $21.00

III. Meal with a soda, no drink, no appetizer: $15.00

So I think it can fit into everyone’s budget providing we stay away from Lobster Tail (and honestly, if we’re having Lobster together, I’d rather it be at my house on The Island at some later date, where I’ll show you how to cook it right…you see, first, you have to chase someone around with the lobster to get it nice and fresh…).

People I have listed as interested are:

Me (myself, and I)

Anne (and crew)

Marian (and crew)

Liz (and leather skirt)

Margot

Of course, my general rule is “play it by ear” so it’s nice to have plans…but they’re always subject to change.

Marian…I hope you’re bringing the rubber chicken…I’m bringing a few myself…

And, time for bed.

G’night all.

HP Wedding Crew

moocowinthecity 2006-07-20 No Comments

Subject: HP Wedding Crew

Date: Thursday 7/20/06 2:17:00 AM

Okay Folks,

I’ve just finished looking at the Menu for Outback and I figured I should give everyone a “what to expect” as far as price goes.

Appetizers are around $5.00-$8.00 (I don’t often order them, as they’re the size of a meal and then…why order a meal?).

A regular meal (not like, lobster tail) is around $11.00-$18.00 (obviously, the fancier stuff is slightly more pricey) and I think dessert is included in most meals.

Alcoholic drinks are what they are and since it’s a resteraunt, will be slightly more pricey than a regular bar (on a side note, Massachussets has some weird blue laws about bringing alcohol into the hotel room on your own…just a general heads up…however, for our conveience, there’s a bar down in the lobby).

So per person plan on spendinng:

I. Meal with a drink and appetizer: $25.00

II. Meal with a drink or two, no appetizer: $21.00

III. Meal with a soda, no drink, no appetizer: $15.00

So I think it can fit into everyone’s budget providing we stay away from Lobster Tail (and honestly, if we’re having Lobster together, I’d rather it be at my house on The Island at some later date, where I’ll show you how to cook it right…you see, first, you have to chase someone around with the lobster to get it nice and fresh…).

People I have listed as interested are:

Me (myself, and I)

Anne (and crew)

Marian (and crew)

Liz (and leather skirt)

Margot

Of course, my general rule is “play it by ear” so it’s nice to have plans…but they’re always subject to change.

Marian…I hope you’re bringing the rubber chicken…I’m bringing a few myself…

And, time for bed.

G’night all.

June 2007…London?

moocowinthecity 2006-07-20 No Comments

Subject: June 2007…London?

Date: Thursday 7/20/06 1:27:00 AM

Okay…so I found out that the IPA offers an examination twice a year (Info can be found here)…the kicker is that as far as I can tell, it’s only offered in London. I don’t think getting funding will be too much of an issue; with grants, I could get funding to play game boy for a year (and let me tell you, a year of pokemon does sound mighty tempting).

But I’m thinking, I have off of Spring Semester 07 since I’ll be graduating in the Fall…and while I don’t have much of a draw to Europe (there’s many more places that are on the list first) I really, really love taking examinations (it’s a sickness, I know)…especially when they come with pieces of paper upon passing (speaking of which, I really need to get work done for my esperanto course).

So maybe June 2007 will be reserved for London. We’ll see =)

June 2007…London?

moocowinthecity 2006-07-20 No Comments

Subject: June 2007…London?

Date: Thursday 7/20/06 1:27:00 AM

Okay…so I found out that the IPA offers an examination twice a year (Info can be found here)…the kicker is that as far as I can tell, it’s only offered in London. I don’t think getting funding will be too much of an issue; with grants, I could get funding to play game boy for a year (and let me tell you, a year of pokemon does sound mighty tempting).

But I’m thinking, I have off of Spring Semester 07 since I’ll be graduating in the Fall…and while I don’t have much of a draw to Europe (there’s many more places that are on the list first) I really, really love taking examinations (it’s a sickness, I know)…especially when they come with pieces of paper upon passing (speaking of which, I really need to get work done for my esperanto course).

So maybe June 2007 will be reserved for London. We’ll see =)

Can I have “a sinus infection with a side of mono” for $300 Alex?

moocowinthecity 2006-07-19 No Comments

Subject: Can I have “a sinus infection with a side of mono” for $300 Alex?

Date: Wednesday 7/19/06 11:30:00 PM

So after calling the doctors office and dealing with them, and then playing a fun and delightful game of phone tag with my insurance company and my insurance broker I finally got my stuff settled to have my Cat Scan tomorrow.

On the phone with my doctor however he goes “Well, after looking at your blood test, I’m pretty sure, like 99.99% sure, that you have Mono” and I was like “Dammit.”

So, that’s the good word.

Eli wants it known that he WOULD have guessed Mono but he only knew it as the Kissing Virus and didn’t know if we also called it that in this country (we do).

Anyways, my doctor wants me to get the Cat Scan tomorrow regardless, “just to be sure” and then I’m coming home and watching movies (Kill Bill II, Clerks, Pulp Fiction again) and Friday I’m going to Build a Bear and making an Innuit Cow.

I hope to be back in Buffalo on Monday; and since I ‘know’ (or am reasonably sure) that it’s Mono, I’ll book my tickets to Buffalo tomorrow.

Doctors Rx: Soup, Rest & Reading.

G’night all =)

Can I have “a sinus infection with a side of mono” for $300 Alex?

moocowinthecity 2006-07-19 No Comments

Subject: Can I have “a sinus infection with a side of mono” for $300 Alex?

Date: Wednesday 7/19/06 11:30:00 PM

So after calling the doctors office and dealing with them, and then playing a fun and delightful game of phone tag with my insurance company and my insurance broker I finally got my stuff settled to have my Cat Scan tomorrow.

On the phone with my doctor however he goes “Well, after looking at your blood test, I’m pretty sure, like 99.99% sure, that you have Mono” and I was like “Dammit.”

So, that’s the good word.

Eli wants it known that he WOULD have guessed Mono but he only knew it as the Kissing Virus and didn’t know if we also called it that in this country (we do).

Anyways, my doctor wants me to get the Cat Scan tomorrow regardless, “just to be sure” and then I’m coming home and watching movies (Kill Bill II, Clerks, Pulp Fiction again) and Friday I’m going to Build a Bear and making an Innuit Cow.

I hope to be back in Buffalo on Monday; and since I ‘know’ (or am reasonably sure) that it’s Mono, I’ll book my tickets to Buffalo tomorrow.

Doctors Rx: Soup, Rest & Reading.

G’night all =)