Posting a day earlier than usual since I am home trying to heal from Friday night. Started off the night meeting Karyn at a gallery for the new Gregory Crewdson photos. Karyn helped with some of them and they were shot in and around North Adams. I am ready to go up there and visit soon… mountains, clean air, all that cliché stuff. Then we went on to the Jasper Johns opening, kind of strange since all the work in the gallery was sold before it was put up. Full of eccentric old crazy rich people. Then we headed down to Karyn’s hood, Cobble Hill, and played with Maggie the dog and went out for more beers. I think I got on the G train around midnight and went to Jennie’s where they were partying and finishing up poker night. We got in a cab with a couple of friends and went this whack joint called Double Happiness in L.E.S. We were there for about 20 minutes and I proclaimed that I was officially drunk and came home. I spent the whole day with a hangover that was much more intense than I deserved. I think I should not drink at openings anymore. Missed a good one tonight already.

Also this week I took care of business, literally. Got my business certificate filed and made my sole proprietorship legal. It was pretty easy to do. Got the forms from this newspaper stand across the street from the courthouse and dude notarized them. Then just get more stamps and pay some money. Otherwise I just took it easy this week and tried to draw and get some work done at home.

This week was mostly spent watching television. I was pretty beat from last week, and I was wearing worn-out contacts, so I was too tired to do anything social after leaving work. Go to work, go home, sleep… Luckily there was lots of good television to be viewed. Manor House on PBS was a good series. Jamie Kennedy is real funny. Tonight I watched this weird movie with Dick Van Dyke and Mary Tyler Moore called the Gin Game, also on PBS. I hate that I didn’t feel compelled to do anything productive last week, but I guess that is the way it goes sometimes.

Friday night was spent working my last First Friday event at the museum. I won’t miss that too much. Jesse Jackson was supposed to come, I am sure he did, but maybe through the back door, cause I didn’t see. him. I had planned on not getting excited had he I been in view of him anyhow.

Also a bunch of new exhibits are on view at the museum. Two American artists, John Currin and Paul Pfeiffer, They are both very good and the first shows I have been excited to see since I started working there. Currin is talented and looks like he is a motivated person. Pfieffer is funny and smart. (thorough critique)

Last night I went out with friends and had deep thoughts at a fraternity type bar. Then got up this morning to go to this gigantic flea market. They had everything I could ever want there. I don’t want to go shopping anywhere that has a roof from now on. These events plus the consuption of alcohol make me tired now. I am writing that same thing week after week-I’ll decide if that is bad or good later.

You got my number.

Monday — Ran out of work. No problem, would like a couple days off. Don’t remember doing anything that night.

Tuesday — I should have gotten this paperwork done for a business license, but I spent the majority of time downloading music. That night there was a party at Brooke’s work for something or other. There was free champagne and wine and jelly beans. I abused the champagne. We took a few bottles for the road and it really started to kick in half way through our byob dinner back in brooklyn. This is where it starts to get fuzzy, I guess we went to the Antique Lounge to play some pool, and I eventually told Brooke “I have to go home now.” Jennie met up with me as we were supposed to got to a birthday party at Southside Lounge, I was passed out and told her to go on. Somehow while sleeping I got a second wind and hopped on my bike and made it safely to the bar, where I proceeded to be the life of the party… so I am told. I am pretty embarrassed.

Wednesday — I slept didn’t get out of bed until 6pm.

Thursday — I got called into work, most boring day ever. After went to see some paintings a friend was showing at a bar, reminded me I need to get some shit made. Then to see TV on the Radio at Club Exit. I was kind of disappointed when they said goodnight after their 4th song.

Friday — was boring at work again. Need to move on. Got out early and picked up new cell phone which is really confusing. Then we met up with friend Laila for food and drinks and pool. Saturday and we piled into the mini van headed for Atlantic City for Kate’s birthday. Had chicken and ribs at Hard Rock Cafe, then off to gambling. After checking the vibe at the various casinos I decided to make my fortune off of Trump at Caesars. I think I sat at the roulette table from about 1 to 5 in the morning. I started with a 100 and at one point was up to over 500, then back down to 200. I cashed out and that 100 paid for my share of the hotel and rental car. So no worries there. I am tired but I have another birthday party in an hour.

It turns out that some guy named Kevin found my phone a block from my house, he got my email and wrote me on Friday, the night after I ordered a new rig… I have been calling the dude all weekend but he never picks up and doesn’t have an answering machine. I suppose I will try him again tomorrow. In other news I worked all week at A&E again. Not too exciting, I’ll probably get another couple of days in this week as well. I can’t remember if I did anything notable during the week, I don’t think I did.

Friday I stayed in.

Saturday I went to the Folk Art Musuem with Jennie and I really liked it. Lots of inspiration there and I have to go back when I can concentrate better. That night me and Aug went to see this band Black Dice, which was decent. When we were leaving the club it was pouring down rain, which was a problem as we had ridden our bikes there. So we rode home and got completely soaked, I kind of got a kick out of it. We were welcomed home by the dripping water from the ceiling. We tried to watch a bootleg dvd of Kung Fu Hustle that I had bought in the afternoon, but it was too shitty.

Sunday we rode down to the Brooklyn Museum to see the Basqiat retrospective. I am not too into him but it was kind of cool to see that he got the opportunity to be a full- time artist and made a ton of work. After that we discovered Prospect Park and rode to my favorite bar for a couple happy hour beers. Then to kickball at McCarren park, it was cold so there weren’t too many people out. Nonetheless we played and yelled for about 3 hours. I think I am going to be pretty sore tomorrow.

I am on the phone right now trying to get another phone. I think I lost mine last night while riding my bike over to Jennie’s. This is the first time I have ever lost a phone, so I suppose this is a tribute to my first cell phone. Good night my sweet prince.

Last week Jennie came down with strep, I somehow managed to avoid it.

Wednesday night I tried to see a pirate themed puppet show with no avail, it was only the band from the show playing.

Friday I painted the door to our apartment, that night I did absolutely nothing.

Saturday night I “modeled” for my friend Jeff’s photo project, the only weird thing was that he kept referring to me as his model. Then we went to a dance party that was dangerously crowded and the line of people to go to the bathroom was way too long, so me and Brooke went to the empty bar next door and watched kids come in there to use the bathroom and observe the struggle of a way too drunk guy in a wheelchair. I burnt my tongue on pizza on the way home.

Today everyone went to the park and read the paper while sitting on blankets. Then I went over to Hope Street to do some more sitting. The nice weather made me less productive. Kickball started today, but I don’t think I’ll be playing this year. Back to work tomorrow.

It is Sunday night, 30 minutes til Karyn’s dance party. I am super tired.

Friday I chilled for a bit and Jennie and her visiting friend Lara stopped by and we headed for Capone’s, the place was sweating with pizza. Gross. Went to the Antique Lounge, Devin was gettin hit on pretty hard by this girl. It was a lot of fun as Devo was stoned and neurotic at that point and I kept feeding his worries about this suitor of his. It was the normal bar experience I rarely experience. We all got pretty beat around 2 and took off, I felt bad for lonely girl.

Saturday we woke up and headed to the Tainted Lady for breakfast. Biscuits and Gravy. Cold. I saw the sign on their door, and a craigslist post that they were looking for a $12/hr chef… cheap fuckers. Bought a magazine and went home. Met up with girls plus Jeff again and went to a gallery that I had been to already, neighbor to Karyn’s gallery. Saw Karyn. Went to the Whitney to see Tim Hawkinson show for the 4th time. Last time. Then to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to see the Diane Arbus show… we ate at the “cafeteria” I got what I thought was $10 prime rib… $24 at the checkout. Didn’t really mind as I had gotten free admission to 3 museums and my unlimited Metro card had gotten me all over town. We got home and I was pooped again, however Brooke made a convincing argument to go out. We met Mike Blaine and went to Union Pool. Super crowded, everyone was there. Convinced the posse to head to Antique again. Everyone was there. Devo’s chick from Friday night was tending bar. Kind of awkward somehow. Wanted to tell her that it wasn’t her fault she didn’t get any. We had fun and closed the bar down at 4am. I was ready to get home.

Woke up. Got food. Came home to a block party in front of my house, the whole summer hang-out gang was there. Played a casual game of kickball with some of the neighborhood kids. The ball landed on a couple roofs and was returned magically 2 of 3 times. Got a slice of pizza and headed to the park with a pit stop at the Turkey’s Nest for a to-go beer (awful). Got some tacos on the way back. I was swindled $9 for 2 tacos. Never again Bean. Gonna look up directions for the Knitting Factory now. Too tired to go, but I gotta support Karyn. Kelly is sittin next to me tryin to work teh computer machine, she wants to read my secret blog.

I have been working at an annoying office this week. The job is really boring, mostly resizing other people’s work. I don’t really mind cause there is no pressure on me and I am not doing the usual routine of making something half-way decent and then other people watering it down until it is shitty. The biggest issue I have with the job is that instant messaging is blocked. I miss chatting. How am I supposed to find out about funny websites? email? I don’t think so grandpa dinosaur.

Last night I went with Karyn to see Eagles of Death Metal. They weren’t that great. The whole thing was bizarre. The first opener was this band with cheerleaders and they thought they were funny (they were not). The second band was ok. Kind of reminded me of Soul Coughing, but rock. A few jackholes in the crowd started booing them and asking them to hurry up. One dude suggested that they shut the fuck up and go to hell. I thought “what the hell have you ever done?” EODM finally started, they were old, gay looking, and sort of rocked. I understood they are part of this half hearted rock revival, but they let on too much that maybe they weren’t sincere about it, and that turned me off. Especially since they seemed to convince more than a few people that they really rock, when they only act rocking. The same dude that was yelling early was now right behind me yelling “fuck yeah” every chance he could, and occasionally yelling “fuck hipsters,” and “fuck williamsburg!” (the neighborhood I live in). I finally turned around and said “are we in williamsburg?” and he looked to his friend real quick to get some support, then kind of laughed, then I said “are there hipsters here?” he was all yea, and I said we should “git em” and he agreed. He yelled less. I thought it was funny. Karyn was annoyed.

For lunch today I got three rectangular slices of pizza from a big sweaty man in a truck. Then I sat in a big plaza full of people wearing business casual gear. The sun was shining.

We went out for all American burgers and beers before Mike took off for Spain. I got my bike fixed and the bike dude confirmed it is a lemon, he gave it a “stop and go” tune-up… we will see how long it goes. I baked brownies. Friday night I went to see a couple bands, DMBQ and Lightning Bolt. DMBQ is from Japane and they are absolutely nuts. We determined that they watch concert videos on fast forward and just do the rocking parts. These dudes were kicking and putting guitars in there mouths and standing on top of things from the beginning. There was rock, smoke machining, and at one point the lead singer was walking on the crowd’s hands (like crowdsurfing, but standing up), then he gets back on the stage and throws the drum kit into the crowd and everyone is pounding on it and passing it all about. The drums get put stacked back on stage, and the cymbal gets tossed out and the drummer follows, she is banging on the freaking thing while being passed around the crowd. Shit man. So she gets back on stage and the whole drum kit is stacked up on the stage teeting and balanced somehow. Singer makes a “part the crowd” motion with his hands and pushes all the damn drums onto the floor. They were crazy. After that I went out for a few beers and shot some stick.

Saturday I only got out of bed for food and to rent Pootie Tang, it was raining and it seemed like the thing to do. Last night I went to Karyn’s new apartment and helped her paint it bright yellow. She has a nice little neighborhood, and her apartment doesn’t seem to leak like ours does. We walked down to Sandy’s house for some dinner. Little sandwiches, good soup, asparagus, salad and creme brule. (I am not even sure how that is spelled, I’ve never had it before. It tastes good.) We went to a cool bar but I was so beat and a little drunk from paint fumes and beers we left around midnight. I had to get up for work today anyhow. I had pizza for lunch today.

Super tired today. I never got the call for work I was waiting for, they still have my portfolio. Tuesday I got up early and bought a bike, it is a lemon. I had to push it over the Williamsburg bridge to get it home, and last Saturday night the crank just fell off as I was pedaling to get some food. Later Tuesday afternoon I was invited to see some music with Karyn. First her friend Brendon Benson was doing an in-store performance, then the Backstreet Boys at Irving Plaza. It wasn’t nearly as crazy as I had hoped it would be. They just weren’t in synch enough. Mike, Dave and Nick all got here Wednesday, the weather was awful, but we went out for a few brews anyhow. Thursday we gathered and went to the Natural History Museum, then to the Whitney for my third viewing of the Tim Hawkinson show, then to Times Square for a beer at Jimmy’s Corner. After that was art night with Jennie. She was in two gallery shows in the same night, then to a friend’s apt for some beers. Friday we got a late start and headed to the MoMA for an hour of art. Saw Mo Rocca with his mother. Went to a bar called Cheap Shots (not just a clever name) then to a house party in my ‘hood, then to Laila Lounge. Saturday I was paralyzed and did not get out of bed until 7:30pm. I was pretty amazed with myself. Met up with Peter’s birtday caravan and we got some drinks, had some people over, went out. Sunday we cooked a crazy Easter dinner. Salmon, salad, breads, stir-fry, asparagus, mashed potatoes, cookies, and wine. Everyone sat around in a daze for a bit then we went and played pool. Now it is Monday, Dave just left.