And once again my hunger and hubris gets the better of me. I ate an entire margherita pizza and chicken caesar salad from Sopraffina. So yummy. I then chugged 40 oz of water and I feel like I’m going to float away. Good news: my co-worker Mark heard that I play piano and he and his wife are going to give me their piano! Excellent! Going to bribe Brigitte into driving out there with me to take a look-see before I agree to have it delivered to my house. That will be so nice to have a piano in the house again. I could play some Chopin or some Rachmaninoff… I am so stuffed. My God. Brigitte and Karen and Ron and I ate at Wave, the restaurant at the W. Yummy yummy yumm yumm. We got to eat free since they needed good-looking people hanging out for the TV cameras. I had the hearts of romaine caesar salad, the potato gnocchi, rotisserie chicken and a lemon tart. We ate like whores, like always and laughed like fiends. I mentioned that I saw some place say they were having cornish hen bowling for Thanksgiving. This drew uproariousness to our table. First query was were the hens the ball or the pins – or the bowlers? I think the pins it the funniest… where Brigitte pictured prepared hens stuffed on the pins I picture live cornish hens running like hell from a bowling ball barreling down the alley. We laughed and laughed until Karen cried.
Worked from home yesterday (really). Good news in that supposedly they’re going to allow us to have access to our work email accounts for employees that have broadband! That way I don’t even have to bring home the laptop… very good news indeed!
Lots of dreaming lately. I had a dream that my friend Nicole climbed the Empire State building and jumped off of it. Brigitte, Karen and I were on the roofs of surrounding skyscrapers and took the elevators down to see her lying unconscious in a blue car – she’d broken through the roof. She coughed awake and stood up and was fine. I called her later on to recommend she seek some counseling or something or a chiropractor. Another dream – last night – I am with a group of people balancing on a black rough stone disk floating in the middle of the ocean at night time during thunderstorm – we’re trying to keep the disk balanced by moving around and distributing our weight. One by one we fall off. I fall backwards into the black cold water and it’s like I’m falling out of a pool of water. At this point I become conscious that I’m dreaming and I try to start doing things – I wake up. Something about a dog’s mouth and a tooth piercing my right index finger. Very strange.
I currently weigh 158 – going to try and break 160 by the end of Thanksgiving – shouldn’t be too hard since I’m going home and we’ll have the usual eat-fest. And then what? I get my body fat down to 6% and then what? Am I expecting to win some sort of prize? That once I can see all six of my abs I will reach some sort of nirvana? I’ll be done? Then I’ll find something new about my appearance to obsess about… I guess it all goes to a deep seated thought that You’re not good enough.
What if you believed all the wonderful things people said about you instead of always being suspicious and questioning their motives?
What if you were as amazing, talented, handsome, strong, dynamic and un-stoppable as others perceive you?
What if you stopped giving a shit about your day-job and made peace with the fact that it’s never going to feed your soul and focus instead on migrating to a life that does?
I guess I just need to make a phone list group on my Palm V for all of my friends that live in New York City. That way everytime there is a fucking disaster I can call them all quickly and easily. This is madness.
I fuckin’ knew it: FBI: Anthrax likely mailed by American
Saw Margaret Cho last night at the Chicago Theatre. She totally fucking rocked the place. An audience covering the spectra of sexuality and ethnicity. A lesbian white-asian couple sat behind us – I turned to Ron and said: ‘So would she be a riceking?’ He said, ‘I’ll ask her.’ I stopped him. Cho came out and talked about the September 11th events and her efforts in the rescue effort and how she was down there giving blowjobs to all the rescue workers. Margaret covered the gamut from fisting to fetishes to colonics to menstruation. I’ve never laughed so hard at someone I didn’t know. There were times where the air left my body and I couldn’t breathe. Hysterical. I hope they are filming this one too. I you haven’t seen I’m The One That I Want, you must – it is fucking hilarious. Her platform is such an amazing blend of minority pride – gay, lesbian, feminist, fetishist, ethnic and ‘big girls’. Highlights included a what-if straight men had periods… and how they’d be all butch about their flow… ‘And if gay men had periods? Whaddya mean if?’ The place went crazy. So very very enjoyable. Ron and I held on to eachother quaking with laughter – I was sweating bullets I was laughing so hard. I think the most admirable thing about her is that at the end of all the raunchiness and craziness she urges people to live ferociously and unabashedly. That when the world could end at any minute you must live truthfully and fully and stop giving a fuck what other people think.