2005-06-09 - 8:26 p.m.
Stuff
OK, so I missed the birthday recap. It was a good birthday, kind of uneventful, really. Oh, yeah, except Mom and I went to VEGAS! Which was AWESOME. A couple of days was enough, and we had a great, if exhausting, time. Went to see Barry Manilow (who was SO, SO good), shook my ass a bit, saw as many hotels as we could, ate some decent food, played some slots, drank some booze, saw the Queen musical (on a whim, no less)… An amazing time. My mom rocks. More on that later.
The actual birthday was OK. Worked all day, then had plans to meet up with everyone at a bar near Penn Station. So I’m leaving work, and I realize I forget my flip-flops. No problem, I go back to my desk. I bend down to get my shoes and BAM. Pulled my back out. Lovely, no? Seems my body wanted to say, “Yeah, you sure are old!” The pain was horrible. I walked to the bar, still kind of hunched over. Sat there waiting for everyone. Ordered a beer and took two Advil. Called Mom to make sure it wasn’t something to be concerned about (the pain was in the same quadrant as the shingles had been). Spent the whole evening trying to laugh and have fun, when all I wanted to do was lie down. But it was a great time. The first time all of my New York friends were in one room together, and it was really, really cool. They all got along. And they all met the Knew Bo. Poor guy. I went to his place after the party, but I was in too much pain to be much fun.
But besides that. I moved on Monday! THANK GOODNESS. I am out of that nasty place with that nasty roommate. The movers came on Monday morning (hot as hell—I bought them as much water as I could), and they were done in 3.5 hours. Then Mom and Ed came with the rest of my stuff (kitchen stuff, mostly), and Mom and I did a lot of organizing. They even loved the new place—thought the size was fine, the kitchen was lovely, the building nice, the neighborhood great, etc. Then they met my neighbors, an older couple named Bernice and Ben. That kind of clinched it. When Mom meets a 60-something Jewish woman who raves about the neighborhood and the kids, she’s happy. On Tuesday, Mom and Ed waited for my cable guy, then Mom actually went out and bought me groceries! And potholders and some hand towels and a welcome mat!
Dude. My mom rocks. Seriously, she does. She didn’t have to do all that. She offered. And I was so, SO grateful for it. I hope she realizes that, because goodness knows I tried to express it. Ed, too. He’s been wonderful through this whole thing. He even sat on the phone with me while we conference-called Cingular so I could get a new phone (mine’s broken, and I’m on their account). Awesome. I need to give them nice birthday presents this year. Extra nice.
And then… Knew Bo came over for dinner last night. He’s been moody and tense lately, and I’ve been going through some shit, so it hasn’t been all roses these days. I made a stir-fry for him, and I set a little “table” with crates and cloth napkins. I tried to make him feel comfortable and welcome, even though the place still isn’t unpacked. Well, it didn’t really work.
First, he stopped eating his dinner because the chicken had bones in it. I tried to de-bone it, but I missed a few. He ate the rice and broccoli, though. Then I had to ask him, about four times, how the food was. He didn’t say anything. Then I went to clean up, which he did not offer to do (I wouldn’t have let him, but hey, the offer would have been nice). So he turned on the TV. I finished cleaning and went to join him, and he was channel-surfing. Landed on a Mets game. I really didn’t want to watch the Mets, and I said so. He said, “We’ll compromise—I’ll turn the sound down.” Whatever. So then we’re trying to cuddle, and I turn the light off, and… it all changed. I don’t want to go into too many details, but it went out of my comfort zone. So I told him to stop. And… he didn’t like that. It ended up in a whole discussion about us, and where we are, and where we’ll be… I don’t know. I’m not sure how I feel about things now. I like him, sure. And he’s a nice guy, but I don’t know where this is going or how long I plan to hang in there.
Part 2, next day
I was interrupted while writing this (because I was at work, so the interruption took precedence), so I continue now. Went out for drinks with my co-workers last night, which was cool. No word, either by phone or email, from Knew Bo. I will not be calling him. If he wants to talk to me or see me, he can, but he needs to initiate it. The trouble is, his birthday is on Saturday, so if I don’t hear from him by then, I have to figure out if I should call him just to wish him a happy birthday, or if I should let it go. Seems kind of mean not to call him on his birthday, and maybe overly stubborn, I don’t know.
Oh, well. Stay tuned, I suppose.
