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It's A Lovely Day Today

I spent today running about the neighbourhood running errands, which was great. It was beautiful out and I got nearly everything done I needed to do, which hardly ever happens.

In my travels, I went and checked out the Time Warner Center on Columbus Circle for the very first time. It's really terrific and I know I will appreciate having a Borders right in the neighbourhood. We haven't actually had a bookstore in the area since Coliseum Books relocated. True, there is a Barnes and Noble up by Lincoln Center, but that's really the Upper West Side. Go Hell's Kitchen!!!!

Met up with Jeff today and we headed to The Coffee Pot to sit and talk. He had some weird kind of juice thing and I had nothing. We sat there talking, like the student revolutionaries of Les Miserables , mostly about the gay marriage debate. This is an issue that fascinates us both. Go check out his site for some really interesting stuff on this.

Then tonight I went over to Nick's place and he took a bunch of pictures of me with his fancy-schmancy digital camera. Here's the thing...until tonight I had only one picture of myself in this computer. And this picture is a black and white headshot that I send out with my acting resumes, so it's not the best thing to send out to guys who might be interested in dating me.

So I have something like 1000 pictures of myself now. I won't be posting any here (this is The Jon Blog after all, not The Jere Blog), but if you ask really nicely, I might send you some. :)

Nick also introduced me to the pleasures of the X Box and a game called "Big Tittie Lesbian Volleyball." It was hugely fun, even though he managed to beat me every single game.

And he served up some yummy potato chips and pretty green drinks with vodka in them. Sadly, Nick's boyfriend David, also a great guy, was in New Orleans for Mardi Gras (poor guy) and was unable to join in the fun.

UPDATE ON THE KEY SITUATION: I alerted the super to the problem and I think he said he'd take care of it. My super does not speak English very well and I rarely understand what he's saying. It was something about calling a locksmith to fix the lock. Anyway, my keys are no longer stuck in the lock, however I do not know where exactly they are now. Super said he would call me later, but, of course, never did. So I will call him again tomorrow. Sigh. Is it really so very difficult to find building superintendents who speak clear English? I don't think I've ever had one that did here in New York.

Posted by Jere at February 14, 2004 01:15 AM | TrackBack