So its 7:30A.M. and I'm at work. I had to come in and finish a memo so it could be on the CEO and COO's desks when they walked in. I don't really mind coming in early. I miss my gym routine, but I'll go after work now. I would never go in the middle of the day and shower there, because, for some reason, you never really quite stop sweating even after you take a shower at the gym... then you get that weird watery sweat that trickles down your forehead when you think you're done. Trust me, I know this stuff... I'm half Italian. As a nationality, we sweat second to none. Now, I have a few moments, so I'll just chat here for a bit.
Last night I went to the Philharmonic's Concert on the Great Lawn. I have to say, there are very few things in this city I enjoy more. Its really something to be laying down on a blanket in the middle of the lawn, surrounded by thousands of other quiet people, under the stars, listening to classical music. People bring wine, cheese, cookie pies... all sorts of stuff. I brought two pizzas and wound up sharing the leftovers with some of the concertgoers around us. I couldn't believe how excited this old lady was next to us over a slice of pepperoni. People love free stuff.
So it was me, Deirg, Jeff the Intern, and basically a group of Jeanne's friends. (I always go to call her "Jean", but she pronounces it "Jeannie".) Jeanne did the mentoring program and now she plays on the GM softball team. I had a lot of fun, and it was really good to have Deirg out with me. I'm always cautious there, because I don't tend to mix worlds with Deirg. Its not that I don't want people mixing with her... she's a lovely person. I love her... in fact, everyone loves her. My family loves her more than they love me, I think, which is ironic, because they think she saved my life when I had lyme. She's my best female friend and she's never even met half of the people I hang out with. I actually wish she met more of my friends, but she's... well, kinda shy or intimidated around new people. She's just more content to hang out with her closer friends than make idle chit chat with new people, and to a certain extent, I can appreciate that. It just makes it hard when I'm more of an idle chit chat guy and all the people I know are randomly dispersed.
So, I said the funniest thing yesterday about Martha Stewart:
"Its only a matter of time before she stabs someone in the shower with a pinecone shiv."
I'm seriously considering putting some material together to do some amateur standup. I think I have some great material.
A few routines:
--New Yorkers needing to step in front of the furthest person out when they wait at a streetcorner. By the time the tenth person gets there, they're three quarters of the way across the street already.
--Confirmation numbers: No one on the face of the earth has ever actually needed to use a confirmation number for anything. Why? Because whatever system they have that uses a confirm number, it also has your NAME!
I don't really have more on Martha, but I think that pinecone shiv thing is good enough to build around. :)
The phrase of the night: The "Rack Pack". That's what Samara and her friend Lisa call each other. Gotta love it.
So tonight was the Fordham Young Alumni Softball Game... It was a blast. We got great turnout, and a lot of people who don't normally show up to these sorts of things. Even more importantly, Team GM maybe have signed two new females. Who knew Alexis Kramer was a softball juggernaut? The girl has a cannon and she can hit. Nice late season acquisitions for the stretch playoff run.... very exciting.
I had the most amusing bus driver on the way home from the Gin Mill. When we hit 2nd Ave, he announced, "Next stop, Atlantic City." When we hit East End, he announced, "Manhattan Riviera." Its the little things that keep us going, you know.
Anyway, there's a story about last weekend waiting to be told, but you know what, I'm over it. Its not worth harping on... and the best part about it, I've had some really great times with fun people this week, so last weekend is a distant memory.... except of course for the time I spent with my family, which was great. My mom and Nana went down to Tampa, and I came down for the second time this summer to see my brother and his family. My nieces are wonderful... such smart kids, maybe a little silly, but they're 6 and 10, so who can blame 'em. :) Anyway... I may have future stories for you... we'll see how things go.
Its apparent to me that my life has become my own personal crusade... to weed out idiots, assholes, and the inconsiderate. The world, or at least this city, has run let these people run amuck. Amuck, I tell you! People who aren't doing the right thing, mostly in the realm of treating their fellow human beings with decency and respect, need to be stopped, or at least told off. When this guy parked across two spaces in front of my apartment, to save a spot for his other car, I said something to him. "Its hard enough to park in this city without people like you doing shit like that. That's a bush league move, dude." He just stared at me. The people on the stoop next to me looked at me like I had two heads--but I shouldn't be the one to be made to feel like I'm taking the world too seriously. We need to put a stop to all this--to speak out when wrong is done. Its like that movie where Chris Rock runs for president. You need to just turn around and say, "That ain't right!" Otherwise, all of these people will just gone on doing the same insensitive, selfish things over and over again. We need to collectively put our foot down as a society. No more laughing at someone when they drop a fly ball in kickball. No more saving spots, or even worse, going headfirst into one from behind while someone else is pulling in. And, when you makeout with someone, you owe them an explanation if you decide you don't want to anymore. Ignoring phonecalls is bush league and so is stalling. Stop the insanity!
So the last softball game went much better... In fact, it nearly went perfectly. We won 16-1 in a mercy rule shortened five innings, and the only run they scored was on the last play of the game, where the next runner they tried to send home got cut down at the plate by yours truly. :)
Anyway... Its 3AM on July 5th, and I'm eating an apple w/peanut butter. (Skippy Super Chunk) I've been spending more and more time, as I did tonight, with people I've met kayaking. I think what I like about spending time with these people is that it expands your social horizon--challenging you to mesh with people you would otherwise have no social connection to. I mean, when I go to ILPA conferences or Fordham Young Alumni events, there are certain shared sets of circumstances that give you something to work with--social training wheels so to speak. Here, there's nothing of the sort, and the extent to which I know zero of the lives of the people around me overwhelms me (in a good way, I think).
As I was driving home, there was a car in front of me whose license plate said, "Howyedoin".
I think pretty good.