December 21, 2007

It is cold here. Like windy and cold. I rebelled against the weather and the holiday drama (which most people refer to as Holiday Cheer for some strange reason) this morning by wandering around in my Hobbit coat with my Zune and earphones listening to Janice Joplin singing “Summertime”. I swear I was warmer and wanted some iced tea. It felt like I was watching the other cold people through some sort of tube.

Man, I love football. Just love it. At this point in my life I am thinking, working, dreaming and surrounded by all things football. I cannot decide that when I tell men I work for The NFL if it intimidates them, or makes them completely disillusioned with me. It’s hard to say. Since I quit trying to figure out the male species long before I came to ponder this question, I have decided not to think on it any longer.

I love private parties in the city. The last 2 have been so cool. I had a Go Diego Go Wrap Party I attended where they rented the Gorilla Conservatory at The Bronx Zoo. Being there at night was AWESOME! After a few drinks I wandered around and hung out with the animals by myself. The train ride home was AWFUL, but still worth it. When The Cowboys played The Packers, my boss rented a room at Jay Z’s sports bar called The 40/40 Club. The people I work with are so much fun and it was great to chill out and actually watch a great game, have some drinks, PB&J and just chill. By the end of the night, A-Rod had come by and Jay Z and several other people. Someone spotted Snoop Dog. It was a blast and I will never forget it. I am truly so grateful for the jobs I have had here. I hope when I get back to Texas I can find something I love just as much as Sports/Entertainment/Media.

Speaking of moving back, I have this big plan to find contentment. I feel all Legends of the Fall-y and “the bear inside me is sleeping”. After discussing this with a few close friends, I am now terrified I will find contentment and settle into a cozy little life. And then that big ole bear is gonna wake up and tear everything to shreds with his big ole bear hands. I am fearing I will hate that life and be bored to tears and not learn anything or see anything new and I will long to be a gypsy and just wander and I think I have commitment issues and I won’t be able to escape and Oh! . . . . I think I need to calm down . . .

Last but not least, a man put his pee-pee on me on the train the other morning. Not bare pee-pee, but he got close to me from behind and I felt his little friend becoming tree-like and he didn’t move. So as politely as I could I took out my earphones, turned to my side, looked and him and said “Pardon me, but do you think you could back the fuck off?” He apologized and told me it was a crowded train as he took about 5 steps back. On a crowded train you could not step back at all. Needless to say, this was not the worst incident involving and uninvited pee-pee . . .

I was at Grand Central Station and I had to take the elevator down to the Mezzanine Level to catch my train. There was a homeless man in a wheel chair in there with me. After we started to descend, he was fiddling with his pants. I thought they were just too big or something because he was homeless and maybe he lost weight and that’s all he had. Well then he asked me for some money for food and I cannot refuse anyone that asks and when I started to hand him his change he lifted up his hand off his lap and he had semen all over it. Nice. I did not give him the satisfaction of shock and Southern women cannot be rattled by such things so I looked him in his eye looked at his crotch looked at his hand and then looked him in the eye again and said “I hope dimes are OK. That is all I seem to have”.

Would life be lame without all the drama?