WebJournal - The blog will set you free

WebJournal - The blog will set you free
News of no interest whatsoever except to very close and patient friends and family members and maybe people with no life

Sunday, November 02, 2003

My throat is still killing me. I can hardly swallow and every time I try to talk I croak or I cough. Not that this had stopped me from blabbering out a lot of nonsense while being interviewed by the French radio today. A totally unexpected event buy hey, stick a mike in front of my mouth and I'll start going. I am such a fake! And you probably don't need to bother with the mike, just ask me something and go take a nap while you wait for me to shut up.
Today was Marathon Day here in NYC and my friend Daniel was running. His wife and kids picked me up in the morning and we went over to 67th and 1st to see if we could catch a glimpse of him. I did see him (there's no way I can miss a tall guy with long legs running in tiny shorts, it's just against everything that defines me) but by the time I told his wife he had passed us. We then went over to Central Park to see if we could catch him again on the 25 mile but missed him. I did get to see P. Diddy though. Much handsomer in person than on TV, I must say. He stopped to get some water just feet from where I was standing. I had forgotten everything about him running but I quickly remembered when a bunch of young girls to my right started screaming bloody murder.
The worst part of the afternoon was trying to reconnect with Daniel at the family reunion spot. There was no way to cross over to 72nd St. and it took us hours to finally make it to 85th. Eventually we all met on Columbus and went into a Japanese restaurant for lunch (at 4 P.M.) and then walked all the way home. Daniel was on a runner's high so he kept going and going, basking in the compliments from strangers and the occasional applause but Beatriz and I were beat. We got home (funny aside: my doorman came out extremely excited thinking I was the one who had run the Marathon. Poor thing. I had to disappoint him. I also had to ask him if I look stupid or what) and a short while later they left for a post-marathon party and I got to babysit the kids. They are very cute and sweet kids. They are also little demons, so I adopted a German nanny demeanor and had them in bed by 7.30 PM. Daniel and Beatriz were back in no time so now it's me and my blog once again, interrupted by several phone calls as the evening progresses.
Yesterday I went "blush blonde". I had a Miranda kind of color in mind but it did not come out exactly as expected. I loved it yesterday. I am not so sure today and I don't know how I am going to deal with the roots or if it fades away too quickly. What's sure it's that I needed a change and I got a change. Change is always good in my book.
Before going fake redhead in the late afternoon I spent the day with M.A. as my regular mousy brownhaired self. It was probably one of the few great weather weekends left so we took advantage of it. We walked around a bit and had lunch at Zen Palate and then I had my first Starbucks' double espresso ever and I think I might be hooked already. It's uncanny how easily I acquire new vices. We then strolled to the Park for some lazying on the Sheep Meadow before strolling back home, or, to be more precise, before he went to the gym and I came home for some tranformational coloring. In the evening I went out with Francia (who did not scream nor faint upon seeing me - a reaction I took as a good omen) to Solera, a tapas restaurant a few blocks away. The place is always empty but I really don't know why. It wouldn't be my first choice under other circumstances but it was the perfect place to go have a chat with a girlfriend. The tapas were fine and the waiter, an older gentleman with a beautiful smile, was adorable. We ate a little bit, shared a bottle of wine and a couple of sweet wines and caught up with the latest in our lives, as we hadn't gone out one on one in a long while.
As for Friday night, Halloween night, we skipped the party at Zanzibar's and went directly downtown to the Parade (of which we unwillingly were a part of, as fwe ound ourselves walking right in the middle of it, surrounded by people in costumes), stayed there a short while and then headed for a bar nearby (can't remember more details at the moment) where we were joined by Monse. We got there, I had a drink, then put on my mask and danced until it was time to go (early). This was not a dance place nor was anybody else dancing, except maybe two or three people, but what the heck. Putting on a mask has a marvelous liberating effect.
I have all sorts of photos from these last weekends but I don't feel like uploading them today. Might do it tomorrow.
I don't quite know how to say this, but I have bumped into this pastor over and over again while zapping up and down and I have always found him and his blinking utterly ridiculous but I never stopped and actually listened to what he was saying. Sometime last week I did and, surprise!, I happen to love his message. I have him on right now. Except for the minor detail that I am not religious at all and that I am even quite anti-Christian, this guy is striking. I am not sure his message is very Christian, in nature but that might be why I like his sermons so much. Or maybe it's just that I am going senile.

11:51 PM

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