I don't know what to write right now or even how to write about myself. In a way, I think it's better for me to stop chronicling every conversation, every text message, every obsession. I am thinking about starting a new blog that focuses only on my intellectual life and not on my personal life. I need the reinforcement.
Anyway, I've been insanely busy. Last weekend my mom threw a huge birthday party for my stepbrother's 21st birthday. A lot of his old friends came-- from before the accident. It was really nice. That night, Narc came up and we did karaoke at Cheers. The next night I went to a big disco party organized by my AA group. I wore a fabulous '70's dress that I picked up at a thrift shop, along with silver glitter platforms that I bought in Spain when I was 16.
I hung out with Narc almost all week this week. I went for dumplings with him on Sunday afternoon. On Monday we lounged at his place and watched Eyes Wide Shut. It's his favorite movie and he gave me some running commentary. On Tuesday, I taught all day, went to AA and then went back to Narc's. On Wednesday we went to see the cherry blossom festival at the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens. I smelled the lilacs and we strolled around the Japanese pond. From there I went straight to a voice lesson (where I worked on "Ritorna vincitor") and then to yoga and then to my Flamenco class. (Planta, tacon, golpe!) Then at midnight, I met Narc and his friend Alexandra at Cercle Rouge. She was pretty drunk. He and I hung out and ate dinner and then I watched him play some "Grand Theft Auto IV" and we watched the Idol results.
Um... so, that's it for now. I'm back in my office, having just taught one class on the Holocaust. I may be here a little less often. Like I said-- I don't think it's helpful right now for me to indulge in my obsessive thinking. There's so much going on this month-- all of my writing deadlines, the anniversary of my dad's death (on May 7th), my sobriety anniversary (on May 9th), Narc's birthday (on May 10th), Mother's Day (on May 11th), and oh yeah-- ALL OF MY WRITING DEADLINES. I'm a little stressed.
But I hope you are all happy and healthy out in Blogland. I am in surprisingly good spirits.
love,
h
PS: James actually is moving to LA (this week, I think), and apparently his mom has set him up with some gig as a male escort. Oy...
3 comments:
Dude! When your mom pimp's you out, that's messed up!
I'm glad you are happy.
Ugh, what Spins said. No wonder James is so messed up, if that's what he grew up with.
I've just caught up on everything that's been going on; sorry, my own schoolwork has kept me busy.
So much has happened, and you have a lot to process. Good luck with your relationship, and with all of those deadlines! I've enjoyed reading your renewed enthusiasm for new activities such as flamenco, and of your re-dedication to your schoolwork. :0)
Just getting caught up. Will continue forward. I love reading your blog every day, so I missed it while I was out.
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