Muses
Tuesday night was Jamie's 27th birthday. It was a double celebration as I lose another singleton to, yes, that's right, marriage. He and his muse are engaged. Sigh... Doesn't anyone stay single anymore? I think they were also trying to set me up with one of Muse's co-workers who thought I was cute. From what I hear, said co-worker is still married... as in, not yet divorced but in the middle of proceedings. Why? Apparently he wants to settle down while his soon to be ex wants to still go out and party. Do I even seem like I'm ready to pop out babies? I need to make sure Aurora makes it to 3 years old before I will even consider getting a dog. I'm working my way up the chain of simple to more complex multicellular organisms. Plus, after I met him, it appears he's utterly shy. He didn't even talk to me! I guess I'm not that cute in person. Jamie got a glass of Macallans 25 from me. It was delightful.
Afterwards, I headed to Rockefeller for some ice skating with Dana. I hate going late: the ice is so choppy and I, haha, fell and have, once again, matching bruises on either knee. This wasn't what led me off the ice. The skates Dana brought me were a bit too small and I was losing feeling in my right foot. Oy. We decide to grab drinks and head to Citarella's Restaurant. I get a Titanic Martini with champagne sorbet--soooo good and highly recommended. After drinks, as it was raining, we grabbed a cab back to his truck.
As we open the cab door, we see a cell phone. Having the luck to have not ever lost my cell phone and in need of some good karma, I take it upon myself to return it to the rightful owner. I call the last number dialed and get the owner's friend, Ty, who takes my daytime information and says he'll relay it back to said owner whose name is Joe. Today, I get a call from a gentleman from, what sounds like, the NBA and he thanks me for finding Joe's phone and returning it. We chat briefly and he says he'll send a messenger over to get it. I say I'll leave it at reception to be picked up. Then he says, "Hopefully, Joe will be back in the NBA next year and we'll send you some tickets to a game." I'm befuddled. Turns out, this is Joseph Forte's phone, of the Seattle Sonics. He entered the 2001 NBA Draft after his sophomore year at North Carolina and was the 21st pick in the 1st Round to the Celtics. They traded him the next season to the Sonics. He suffered a string of unfortunate injuries including a sprained right ankle and back spasms and got into a bit of trouble with the law over drugs, gun possession, and an altercation during a pick-up game of b-ball last year. Ah, the pressure of fame. Hopefully, indeed, he'll get himself together and be back in the game. He's a talented player, but needs to get his personal life together. This is why I'm against high school kids going into the draft--the pressure of fame and having all this money and freedom tends to lead some kids with little guidance into trouble. Sure, at 18, they are adults, but maybe not with the skills to keep it together--especially with all eyes on them and a pile of cash. Hope Joe remembers his phone next time. It was a pricey little limited edition Nextel thing.
A side note: John Mayer's place as my musician of lust is in threat of being usurped by Adam Levine of Maroon 5. The lead singer of this band with a rockin' single out now called "This Love" and a video with Adam half nekkid is H-O-T. Plus he's got amazing eyebrows to go with his amazing pipes. I have something for guys with really well sculpted eyebrows. Seth Green still has the best eyebrows ever. Adam's songwriting is inspirational and carries many a double-meaning. This Shakespeare buff loves that. So, Adam, I imagine you're like John and have too many tour dates and muses to write songs for, but I'm here in NYC. Still single.
Reading: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard
Afterwards, I headed to Rockefeller for some ice skating with Dana. I hate going late: the ice is so choppy and I, haha, fell and have, once again, matching bruises on either knee. This wasn't what led me off the ice. The skates Dana brought me were a bit too small and I was losing feeling in my right foot. Oy. We decide to grab drinks and head to Citarella's Restaurant. I get a Titanic Martini with champagne sorbet--soooo good and highly recommended. After drinks, as it was raining, we grabbed a cab back to his truck.
As we open the cab door, we see a cell phone. Having the luck to have not ever lost my cell phone and in need of some good karma, I take it upon myself to return it to the rightful owner. I call the last number dialed and get the owner's friend, Ty, who takes my daytime information and says he'll relay it back to said owner whose name is Joe. Today, I get a call from a gentleman from, what sounds like, the NBA and he thanks me for finding Joe's phone and returning it. We chat briefly and he says he'll send a messenger over to get it. I say I'll leave it at reception to be picked up. Then he says, "Hopefully, Joe will be back in the NBA next year and we'll send you some tickets to a game." I'm befuddled. Turns out, this is Joseph Forte's phone, of the Seattle Sonics. He entered the 2001 NBA Draft after his sophomore year at North Carolina and was the 21st pick in the 1st Round to the Celtics. They traded him the next season to the Sonics. He suffered a string of unfortunate injuries including a sprained right ankle and back spasms and got into a bit of trouble with the law over drugs, gun possession, and an altercation during a pick-up game of b-ball last year. Ah, the pressure of fame. Hopefully, indeed, he'll get himself together and be back in the game. He's a talented player, but needs to get his personal life together. This is why I'm against high school kids going into the draft--the pressure of fame and having all this money and freedom tends to lead some kids with little guidance into trouble. Sure, at 18, they are adults, but maybe not with the skills to keep it together--especially with all eyes on them and a pile of cash. Hope Joe remembers his phone next time. It was a pricey little limited edition Nextel thing.
A side note: John Mayer's place as my musician of lust is in threat of being usurped by Adam Levine of Maroon 5. The lead singer of this band with a rockin' single out now called "This Love" and a video with Adam half nekkid is H-O-T. Plus he's got amazing eyebrows to go with his amazing pipes. I have something for guys with really well sculpted eyebrows. Seth Green still has the best eyebrows ever. Adam's songwriting is inspirational and carries many a double-meaning. This Shakespeare buff loves that. So, Adam, I imagine you're like John and have too many tour dates and muses to write songs for, but I'm here in NYC. Still single.
Reading: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard
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