Weekend Whirlwinds

The weekend is approaching fast and I still have a ton of things to do before it comes-- mostly cleaning related things. I have to get my apartment in shape for my party tomorrow.

I never even got a chance to write about last weekend. It was jam-packed and fun and I actually was "happy" last weekend. On Saturday night, Cherubino hung out here for a while and then she and NDN and I went to an AA holiday party. Cherubino and I sang at the party. We all danced. It was fun to introduce NDN to the AA crowd. Afterwards, NDN and I went over to a party of his (thrown by some alumnus of his college). NDN wanted to go for the infamously good food, even though neither of us knew anyone there. So... after he ate his fill, we left.

On Sunday last week my mom, stepfather, BigSis, Bro-in-Law, LilSis and JBC all came into the city for brunch to celebrate my mom's birthday. After we ate, we walked up and down Fifth Avenue, like tourists, peering at the tree, St. Patrick's, FAO and all the rest of it. It was a really nice afternoon, despite my aversion to the shopping and sightseeing crowds.

Later that night I stopped at Hammer's for latkas with her and the Alaskan. It was a fun little hang out. Then I headed over to Joe's Pub to meet NDN. He had invited me to a concert performed by a woman he had met a few weeks earlier at some party. Her name is Smadar and the concert was part of some Sephardic music festival. She sang in Hebrew, Arabic and Ladino and I have to say-- she was really amazing. We had a great time.

So, last weekend was busy, as this weekend is shaping up to be too. I have to take some time out to do work, though. I have to write a final exam by Monday and I have, have, HAVE to work on my next incomplete.

This morning when I woke up I had a text from Narc. It was sent at 2:00 AM: Was going to write but just too much writing today. When do you want to talk?

It's strange. I feel like that text wasn't intended for me-- that it was sent to me by mistake.

I wrote back: Went to bed early. Narc, I'm always willing to talk. I hope there are new things to say. Will be home this morn, out in the afternoon, home tonight. Call whenever.

He hasn't called. I don't get it. I don't get him. But I don't really feel like seeing him again right now unless he apologizes to me, and I doubt that's forthcoming.

Anyway, that's it for now... back to cleaning.

love,
h