sometimes more feet than shoes.
Friday, October 29, 2004 Want it need it
If there is a god in heaven (and he's not too pissed off at me for not believing in him) perhaps he'd smile down on the BG and I, and let us get the apartment in Park Slope. The one with the loft bedroom, and the great kitchen, and the 14 foot ceilings, and the PRIVATE BACK FREAKING DECK, and the perfect spot for my keyboard.
And while he's monkeying with things, please let the interest rates not go up too terribly much in the next three years. | posted by christopher | 6:02 PM
Wednesday, October 27, 2004 I believe
The Red Sox are about to win the World Series and, even though there's other stuff on my mind, I can't think of a single thing to say. | posted by christopher | 11:15 PM
Monday, October 25, 2004 Yay! Even more rejection!
The Best Girl and I are going to buy an apartment together. We've been going to open houses for a while, scoping out neighborhoods, looking up porn on the internet. BG got us pre-approved for a loan. and we met with a broker. All our financial ducks are in a row, and now we're looking in earnest. Our prospects are somewhat limited by the fact that we don't make a hell of a lot of money, but BG has a fairly hefty wad of cash from her great aunt, so we can get something not terribly shabby in a not terribly shabby neighborhood. That's the hope, anyway.
We saw a not overly super apartment in a fan-fucking-tastic part of Brooklyn Heights. A block from the Promenade, shops, brownstones, coffee, dogs. Stellar. The apartment was workable. We put an offer on it, higher than the asking price.
And we were turned down. Because the owner thinks the co-op board will think we don't make enough money. I think the owner can go screw. We didn't really want her ground floor, no light, tiny pullman kitchen apartment anyway.*
But we REALLY wanted her neighborhood. BG's heart broken. I'm disappointed. And goodness knows how many more of these we have to go through before we sleep in a new, less crappy place that we own. In fact, I'm out the door to go to an open house at an apartment further into Queens. Groan.
*that's a lie. We did. And still do, a little | posted by christopher | 5:46 PM
Wednesday, October 20, 2004 Bambino Schambino!
So, and this may be speaking a little too soon, but I believe the Curse of the Bambino to be broken. Now, I'm NOT saying the Sox are going to win the World Series - which I realize seems antithetical to the thesis, but bear with me - but the "Curse" has been broken. And the person who broke it? Alex Rodriguez. Let me count the ways: Boston was going to pick up the A-Rod, but the deal fell through and the Yanks picked him up, effectively STEALING him from Boston. Then, A-Hole's career number was taken by another Yank, so he picked the number 13. Thirteen! Plus (although I didn't see the incident) A-Rod caused the riot police to storm the field last night.
There's still a long ways for them to go, and any old time Sox fan is accustomed to defeat being snatched from the jaws of victory, but mark my words: this is Boston's year. | posted by christopher | 10:43 PM
Saturday, October 16, 2004 Evil Prevails
Sitting home alone on a Saturday night, trying to get my keyboards to talk nice to my computer while finishing the dishes and watching the Red Sox get their asses handed to them on a platter by the Yankees. Yoosh.
I have overcome evil in the keyboards, and the kitchen is clean. Unfortunately, it would appear the most soulless & moneygrubbing of all teams will prevail. Shame, really. | posted by christopher | 11:19 PM
Tuesday, October 12, 2004 Passing the love
One of my Midwest Theatre Gig buddies sent me this link, and I pass it along to you, gentle reader. Someone said the other day, in a generally left-wing based political discussion/Bush-bashing, that the Republican Party has always required an enemy. The Commies, Drugs, and now, Terror™.
** update. jackass didn't put in the link. it's fixed. | posted by christopher | 6:32 PM
Sunday, October 10, 2004 Doing
Boss picks up the call that is waiting for him.
"Hello . . . I'm fine . . . no, I don't think so."
Boss hangs up.
"Why do people ask me how I'm 'doing?' They don't care. they just want to sell me something!"
Boss walks away, sees a semi-regular at the bar. Says while passing by:
"Hey! Frankie. How ya doin'?"
Boss leaves before answer. | posted by christopher | 10:46 AM
Wednesday, October 06, 2004 Back in the saddle
First day back to the New York life. Up at 5:45am to schlep to an audition - it went well, but getting up before the sun, leaving your warm sleepy girlfriend in the bed sucks no matter what the outcome - and then off to the Bar for a shift of table waiting. It's like falling off a bike. A dirty, nasty bike that lands you in a puddle of stale beer. | posted by christopher | 7:19 PM
Tuesday, October 05, 2004 Home again
Oh, it's good to be home. Flying in over the city, with a bird's eye view of Lady Liberty and Central Park, I started to get butterflies in my stomach. But after a cab ride, grocery shopping, facial hair shaving by request, and sushi, the strangeness of seeing the Best Girl's face and form began to melt away. After seven weeks away this crappy Queens apartment wraps around me like a warm, safe blanket.
We have stuff to talk about, the BG and I. This was more difficult than either of us expected, and it is simply a matter of time before one of us gets another gig outside the city (I'm going to an audition in an hour, in fact), and we have to figure out how to make it better next time. But we will, I am sure. | posted by christopher | 11:38 AM