New York, New York. Hell of a town.

OK. The fates are definitely telling me something, not that I believe in that shit. If I did, I’d be very certain New York is in my future… or maybe D.C since it’s in that general area. Earlier in the evening I was talking to this guy that messaged me from MySpace and, aside from being cute, smart, funny, a music nut, yadda yadda yadda. he’s living in Portland. Now, for months I’ve been tossing the idea of going to Portland around in my head since they have a bicycle college there, and that sounds really cool to me. But hey, it’s Portland… I don’t know anyone in Portland. I know people in D.C. and in New York though.. so that’s where my mind has been preparing myself to eventually move (in a year or so I I figger.) Scott (from MySpace) suddenly mentions he’s moved back to New York. dammit. New York keeps coming up in my life… Is it a sign?

Also.. When I was using my Mac to manage my mp3 collection, one of my favorite programs was IEatBrainz. It’s a program that analyzes your mp3 files, compares them to the MusicBrainz database and then figures out the proper track names, artist info, etc and renames all of your files. LOVE IT!! I never even though about going to the MusicBrainz website to see if there was a PC program as well. Well, there is. w00t!

I Am Vincent’s Seductively Fluttering Eyelashes

Last night I went to Lafitte’s to replace a laptop keyboard for one of the bartenders and then went to the Pub afterwards to see who was out. There was a really cute man sitting in the corner of the bar, by himself, drinking a beer, obviously waiting for someone to talk to him. He was maybe late 30s/early 40’s and wore a very light yellow dress shirt, light purple/yellow/brown striped tie tugged a little loose from his neck and a brown pinstripe suit vest.

He was quite possibly the hottest man in the world.

I walked over and stood next to him at the bar and in a bold move that is fairly rare for me when I’m sober I say “do I know you? You look really familiar.” (Cheesy as hell, but it’s the best opening line ever. Really.)

He looks up at me and in a British accent that could fry an egg he says “I don’t think so, I’ve only been in New Orleans since this afternoon.”

His name was Andrew and he’s an actor and playwright originally from England but now living in New Zealand. He’s “on holiday¹” for the month, visiting the U.S. by train. He’s gone to San Francisco, L.A., Seattle, and now New Orleans. He left this morning for Chicago, then New York and leaves for home from Miami next weekend.

After we talked for a while,I released him back into the wild. He kept telling me he was staying in a “hotel not far from here” and “just across canal street” so I’m pretty sure he was fishing for me to go with him. Damn weeknight! The thought of either a) walking back from canal st to St. Ann to get my bike at 3am or b) waking up at 6am to walk to my bike, pedal home, get dressed and make it to back to work for 8am was just too much trouble.

Andrew, is this you?So I came home and did some e-stalking. I’m aproximately 91.8% certain this is him. The voice recording sounds like him and it looks like him, only slightly more flawless and airbrushed. Click the picture for his bio at

Andrew, is this you?

So, instead of staying the night with my fantasy come true, I rode my bike home at 1am and had a fast food bag of garbage thrown at me from the window of a passing car. I was the victim of a post-katrina drive by trashing.

¹ Jesus, that’s hot.

Cute Boys Rule

Spent some time with a new friend last night and this morning before he went home to New York this afternoon. Sucks to see him go, but I’m certainly glad we got to hang out. I showed him around the breeches and some of what happened to the city during the storm. Kind of a weird “date” but oh well.. it’s post Katrina… these are weird times. I got his e-mail and he said he may be coming back in April – not to mention I may be going to D.C./New York sometime in the near future. It’d be fun to have him show me around the Big Apple a bit.

Also I got some new toys with my FEMA money. Things I’ve been wanting forever, but never had the gumption or the resources to get. I got a 30gig iPod video (yes, I put porn on it.. what other video do I have on my hard drive? I’m thinking of ripping Grey Gardens to carry around with me. lol)

I also got a Holga medium format camera. I’ve been wanting one for a while and decided that $20 isn’t so much for something that can make me happy. I’m also getting a Nikon F3 and finally getting my dad’s Minolta SRT100 fixed.

I feel bitten by the photography bug again. Thank you Katrina.


Many updates for you. I’ve been lazy posting here again, I guess I haven’t been in the mood.

NYC, Day by day:

  • Thursday/Friday: We left New Orleans around 1:30 on Thursday afternoon, and arrived in New York about 8:pm. 30 hours, give or take. 30 hours in a minivan of cubans listening to latin pop and speaking nothing but spanish the entire way. I’m a multicultural advocate, so this wouldn’t be a problem – unless of course if I didn’t speak Spanish, which I don’t. This translates into 30 hours of:

    Alberto’s Mom: WordsWordsWordsWords WordsWordsWords WordsWordsWords BATHROOM WordsWords.
    Alberto: WordsWords WordsWordsWords WordsWords WordsWords VINCENT WordsWords.
    Me: What?
    Bernardo: Words WordsWords WordsWords. HAHAHAHAHAHA. WordsWords WordsWordsWordsWordsWords Words CRACKER BARREL.
    Euladies: Words WordsWords WordsWords Words BATHROOM. HAHAHAHAHAHA Alberto: WordsWords Words WordsWords Words WordsWords WordsWords Words BURGER KING.
    Alberto’s Mom: WordsWords WordsWordsWordsWords WordsWordsWordsWords WordsWords WordsWords GAS STATION.
    Carolyn (on Walkie Talkie): Words WordsWords WordsWords Words BATHROOM.

    It was as bad as it sounds.

    By the time we got into New York, dropped off Carolyn’s cat and got to the Navy Base, I wan’t to curl up in a fetal position and cry. But instead we got Chinese food and I watched Tomb Raider. Same thing.

  • Saturday: We helped Carolyn and Nick move into their Brooklyn apartment. Amazingly enough we were done ahead of schedule, around 11:30. Well, we were done with everything except thier Big Ass Couch. The Big Ass Couch took another hour and a half because we have to take the legs off, bring it upstairs through her landlord’s place, through the back door that should have been taken off it’s hinges because we end up with a 7 inch gash on the back of the sofa. All the while Carolyn stood there with her hand over her mouth, wondering why she just didn’t sell it on the street like her mother told her to. In Spanish. The rest of us secretly planned ways to destroy the couch without Carolyn’s knowledge, as it was lodged in the doorway for about 30 minutes with some stupid dolly thing trapped beneath it.

    After the Sofa debacle, it took us forever to get lunch because “around the corner” is New Yorkeese for “somewhere in Brooklyn” and Alberto’s mom got lost. Then we ate. It was now like, 3 and we had to bring the Penske moving truck back before 4. Instead of just getting in and bringing it, we had to have a 30 minute discussion* about who was going and what we were going to do next. SOmewhere in this point they had decided to go to Target and the Grocery store, without telling the English speaking in the room. After 20 minutes of driving I finally figure out that I had just riden 30 hours to go to a New York Target. I became visable annoyed. So did Euladies. So did Bernardo. So did Alberto. Nick just wanted to go home and Alberto’s mom was trying to keep the peace*. This is when I remembered that the number one thing on my list of things to do in New York was to go see the Laramie Project that Dan’s friend Bill is in. This was at 8 o’clock and it was now 4:30ish. I decided to bail, and Berto was coming with me. By the time we navigated the Subways, the Statin Island Ferry and the buses, it was 8:00 at the Hotel and I wasn’t going to make it. So we decided to go to Rocky Horror at midnight.

More will be coming soon, I have to get some work done!

* In spanish.