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October 31, 2003
Name Change
From here on out Rhett will be called "Daniel Cleaver"...Mr. Cleaver for short. Sorry Rhett, that's the breaks. You are no longer a character inspired by Clark Gable, you are now a character given life by Hugh Grant and written by Jane Austen via Helen Fielding. Happy Halloween. Bwahahahahah!
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Puddle of Mudd
I went to see Puddle of Mudd last night at Irving Plaza. Puddle of Mudd gave a really good concert although the audience was kind of tame. The music is harder than I would typically listen to and truthfully, my penchant for this kind of music is probably a lingering side effect of dating Rhett. I have to admit, hearing that music blast at you, Live; it feels good. The do a coupla songs that I really like. "She f*ckin' Hates Me" is a favorite. There's also one about smaking ahem, something. Okay, so it's not Shakespeare. To my way of thinking no matter how refined one is, one still has to have an appreciation for the more basic attitudes inside them.
My date had the hook up with one of the bouncers so we got in for FREE. FREE I tell ya. I love when stuff like that happens. It's the cogs of the machine in this city that have all the power; doormen, bouncers, subway train drivers. But I digress. Before going to see Puddle we met at a bar called Galaxy next door to the venue. At Galaxy, my date "Roseland" met a girl at the bar named MiMi. A very nice massage therapist who looks like Demi Moore. Truth to tell I think this girl and I were hitting it off much more than either of us were with Roseland. It's fitting though. She too shares my birthday!!! For the second year in a row I've met people who share my birthday on a day that is close but not technically my birthday.
I look on it as a harbinger of good things in the year to come.
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October 30, 2003
In the PLMO of my Hand
One of my more risky and less brilliant stock buys last year was Handspring. I bought it at what I thought was a reasonably priced $6.50 per share. The last I looked it traded at little over $1. Well, I checked my portfolio yesterday to find that my 50 shares of Handspring had morphed into 4 shares of PLMO. Hmm. I think I traded up. Handspring was certainly going nowhere but down.
Fortunately my other stock picks have faired better than this ill-fated choice.
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October 26, 2003
Feeling Pudge-ie
A very heartfealt congratulations goes out to longtime Texas Ranger and Current Florida Marlin, Pudge Rodriquez in capturing his first World Series title. Now I know they were playing the Yankees and all. What can I say, I am a Mets fan.
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October 24, 2003
Integration
I went to see a friend play last night at the The Lion's Den. I've always enjoyed Marcus' musicianship. Tonight was no exception. He has taken to wearing a piece of jewelry- art really- designed and smithed by a gifted jeweler who is also his friend. The piece is a simple necklace called "Spoon" and I covet it. Having met the Goldsmith, Mr. Kris, I made him promise to save me one of these signature pieces he created last Valentine's day.
Listening to Marcus and watching "Spoon" play about the string it was fastened, dangling back and forth with the rhythm of Marcus' movement and music I was struck how it all seemed so connected so integrated. The voice of the song and the movement of a necklace; two pieces of art intertwined in an accidental moment of collusion. It's one of the things I love about New York; meeting of the minds, random accidents of whole puzzles solved by pieces that didn't know they belonged together. It happens everywhere here and it's like magic to me.
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October 22, 2003
Tex Makes Up
If you're in the NYC area between Oct 27th and Oct 31st, take this flyer to the Flatiron Building on 5th avenue. You can save 15% at the Jo Malone, Origins and Mac stores. This is just one more example of the charm of Texans. When have you ever known an Estee Lauder Company to give you a discount? Well, starting next Monday they're doing it for Texans. Feel free to print out the flyer and distribute to all of your friends. Email too. I plan on stocking up to be sure. Hope to see you there.
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Frivolous Fall Redux
Well, since I finally gave up the ghost on Rhett, it seems a whole new world of opportunity has opened up to me. There are some really classy, amazing men in this city and the environs. Why I found it necessary to attach myself to a guy who so clearly did not have what I need in a man for such a stretch a time is beyond me. Lesson learned. "As God is my Witness!" Rhett and I would have never worked out in the long run anyway.
So it seems I am once again knee deep in the Frivolous Fall and I seem to be outdoing myself from even last year. There is the fascinating yet somewhat distant Mr. Oz (the record producer), Jon Jon the Hoboken JFK (who met both Sheeba and my roommate), Magnum the South Carolina man worth more than just a Coffee Pot, and a neighbor I met coming home on the bus last night (don't know him well enough to merit a psuedonym yet)
I find myself in an interesting situation having this prospect of dating more than one man. Mine is a heart intensely monogamous. I find it hard to focus on more than one guy or my feelings for more than one guy. I get dizzy. I've also never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth though either. So for now, I guess I'll ride this Wild Roller Coaster and look for the seat with the best view.
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October 05, 2003
Too Darn Hot
I mentioned the hula hoop dancer in a previous mention but she deserves more than a passing nod. This woman Alhia was so sexy and so pretty and after meeting her I discovered she is a lovely woman. I hate her. I hate her! But my friend KF is right: I do have a teensy weensy crush on her.
The highlight of the loft party was watching Alhia do her hula hoop thing to some thriving house music and live drums. After seeing her, I don't know how strippers could ever do it for a guy.
I've actually been to a strip club in my sordid past. While I do sort of enjoy the decadence of the occasion (What catholic school girl now living in NYC wouldn't?) there is still that natural wariness of them. It's an age old argument...who's taking advantage of who in a strip club and I don't want to delve too deeply into that here. Either way, the point of being a stripper, whether you're putting yourself through med school or not is to look pretty and smile adoringly and vapidly at the "mark" in front of you. So while I have managed to have a decent time at an upscale strip club, I am still very aware of the muttled mysogeny of the occasion.
I feel completely differently about ogling Alhia. She is beautiful and charismatic and half naked and gyrating and extremely indisputably talented. I find that so sexy and inspiring. I want to watch her and I want to be her but through it all I don't disrespect her. She was fascinating to watch. It was the most erotic thing I've ever witnessed....and not been in participation. I am hoping some time to see Alhia do the hula hoop thing with flames as she is reputed to be able to do. I told her she should teach classes. What woman wouldn't want to have that skill. Although I think my chest may be too big to ever go pro.
So if you ever get a chance to see her work; run don't walk. Take your boyfriend, significant other or potential next big thing. I guarantee by the end of her performance you'll both be in the mood and you won't feel the least bit sleazy....unless you want to that is. 
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October 04, 2003
Wild Night is Calling
Last night I had another great time in the city. I met a goldsmith, an artist and a Chilean hula hoop dancer. I listened to a friend play accoustic guitar with an upright base at a cozy SoHo restaurant and Latin fusion house music with live drums at a loft party. I spent time with my friend and future apple-picking partner in crime, KF, and the the record producer who is still handsome, still genteel and a very good dancer. I ran into my ex-roommates ex-boyfriend and noticed his hair is thinning. I wore a sexy slit high on one leg salsa dress my sister gave me; a dress I haven't been able to wear for about 5 years but was, according to said record producer's reaction, well worth saving and not at all out of season in this chilly weather. I took three cabs, and a bus and was forever greatful for whomever it was who mentioned to me a few weeks ago that I should keep an "emergency $20" in the side folds of my wallet. I was driven to my door step and walked to my door at 4:00 am. I called Magnum at 4:15 but he was deep in the throes of sorting tips for the day during the notorious "Bike Week".
I woke up at 9:12am to walk my dog. I may order a pizza. I may be invited to the artist's art show opening at Java Jazz tonight.
Have I mentioned how much I love the Autumn.
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October 03, 2003
And all for the price of a Coffee Pot
Once finishing 2002 for a client who shall remain nameless, I decided to get out of Dodge for a few days. A friend, I'll call her Miss Kitty (for reasons which shall be revealed in a few paragraphs), has visited NYC on a few occassions and I had yet to visit her in the famed "redneck riviera" for all seven years that she's lived there. I found a flight for a song and on Thursday night I flew the coop for a sunnier disposition.
I alluded to this in an earlier entry, and now I am a firm believer; God gives you exactly what you need at times when you need it. There are some happenings that are pure coincidence and chaos. There are some moments though, some chance meetings, that are just too perfect to not be at the hand of someone Divine. My Myrtle Beach vacation could not have been more right, more perfect for who I am and what I needed at the time. Upon arriving Miss Kitty took me to her place of business; a multi-venue bar and restaurant. She said I could have my pick of the bar (guys) with two exceptions. That info went in one ear and out the other and then I met a man that I probably like more than I should given that a) he is extremely geographically undesirable and b) I am technically on the rebound.
Well, I've never been one to follow the "rules" so here I am in NYC pining for a guy named...
So now I owe Miss Kitty's house a coffee pot and all I can think of is what a great bargain. As far as I'm concerned, whoever gets Magnum next...if I give him up...will owe me a a coffee house!
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