Day Two here and still writing!

Today was a busy day at work so upon coming home I immediately took a nap. Or two.

Well it’s happy new year. Some say it will be our last year. For some I’m sure it will be. For others, not so much. Start planning.

I’m surprised that I’ve even remembered my passwords to this here site thingie. I’ve been remiss. I like to blame that on the fact that my mobile WordPress apps won’t communicate to the blog (which is true) but there is really no excuse for not sitting down here and typing this shit out. Maybe I can put a little blame on my old computer RIP ELROY II but there wasn’t an issue there either; the internet connection worked just fine and who needs quad-core power when you’re simply typing? Quad-core power is what I have now, btdubs. And it’s awesome.

So there.

Being the first day of the year and all, I’m putting forth a challenge to myself. Hopefully this will not end up like the failed 100 Words initiative. This is a big one: to write something, anything, on here every day of 2012. Yes, that’s 365 366 entries. Who’s got faith?

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So what did I get up to last night?

Getting into town a little later than I anticipated put a damper on things; by the time I was settled it was time to go out and I didn’t have much assimilation time. No worries.

I decided to start my night by going to the AS at W14 and they showed me BOH! They didn’t even ask for credentials which I thought was a little odd but chalk one up for honesty.

I stopped at a street truck vendor and got a $2 beef taco it was so good I had to go back and get another to stash in the room for later (one beef, one pork). Then I ventured out for some nightlife: Gym Bar, G Lounge and Ty’s. I had thought about recreating the blargcrawl from a couple of years ago and then decided to go visit the local joints. After these couple of spots it was about 1:00 or 2:00 and I know that’s early for a NYC Saturday night but I had been up for 20 hours and going on six hours of sleep, twas lullaby time.

So what to do today? Definitely a stop at Record Runner since they’re closed tomorrow. High line? The Met? AS UWS?

Thanks to a reference from friend and blogger GGWoo, and also as a spark to commit to writing again, I am going to participate in 100 Words during March. This consists of writing at least 100 words every day. I think I can do this.

Working retail for one of my 2.5 jobs, today is my Friday. In an unheard of coincidence I have tomorrow and Thursday off, just like I had Wednesday and Thursday off last week. And guess what? My schedule also has me having next Wednesday and Thursday off as well! So after going six months without two days off in a row, now I have three straight weeks of double days off. What a relief. Last week’s “weekend” consisted of sleeping and relaxing but these two days off will be a little more active.

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From brendee, whom I met doing the fabulous 2007 New York City Blarg Crawl.

I know I haven’t written anything in a while, what with working 55-hours a week and all (gotta make up for all that $ I didn’t make last year). And while exciting things have been happening at The Orchard, I didn’t want to bore you with that or turn this into a fanboy-obsessed blog. So I was thinking that tonight when I got home after both work shifts that I would possibly write about

Last Saturday. I caught a whiff on Twitter that Rana Sobhany, the world’s first iPad DJ, was going to be “spinning” a set at Bluebrain, a special night at The Fridge, which is a new (to me at least) little art gallery on Capitol Hill. I was working last that night but I tweeted her and she said she wasn’t going on until 11 or so and that worked with my timetable of getting back on The Hill. The show included a downloadable iPhone app where the audience could twist the knobs and affect the sound output of the DJ, but unfortunately I missed that portion of the art show. But on the good side, I got in without paying the $5 cover. Rana was on when I got there and I listened and grooved to the rest of her set. It was pretty poppy but still fun. I talked with her afterwards and she seems like a nice person, really warm and conversational. There was some other fun art showing there too, and a live painting in process that anyone could add to. Fun.

Or I could have written about

Last Sunday. Eric H, sky mattress extraordinaire, art curator and sometimes blogger, was celebrating his 40th birthday. And what better way to do that than to get 30 friends together, start them drinking mimosas at 11:00 am and then throw them into a disco bus and take them out to the Virginia wine country for the afternoon? Some bottles of champagne made it onto the bus and there was a wide selection of yummy nibblies being passed around. We stopped at two wineries, sampled some wine, bought some wine and sat out in the hot sun. The 2nd winery had lawn bowling setup under some shady trees and that provided some recreation as well as relief from the sun. Needless to say, knowing this crowd, we all had a good wine buzz going by the time we rolled back into DC. Then topping the evening off with La Lomita? Perfect.

Or I could have written about

Today. I’ve been thinking about Mom all day, as this would have been her 73rd birthday. I miss you Mom, not only today but everyday.

And then this happened:

I’m biking down Maryland Avenue, on my way from the full-time to the part-time. Apparently I am not paying too much attention to the road as I hit a major bump and am sent flailing head-first over the bike, at 20 mph. I crash down on the pavement in a twisted heap with the bike twisting up my legs so that when I realized I’ve stopped on the street I’m not sure which way I’m facing and I cannot move. I remember at that moment being in extreme pain, yelling out “Fuck! Fuuuuuck!” and having visions of dropping florescent lighting tubes from four-story buildings, tomatoes and what it would feel like when you think you’re standing in your life and all of a sudden the walls, ceiling and floor get stripped away and you’re then standing on nothing in darkness wondering where the fuck everything went.

Luckily the kind folk who live on Maryland Ave came to my rescue. An older gentleman from across the street, who had seen the whole crash happen, came over and helped me untangle myself from the bike and get me to stand up and get out of the street and onto the sidewalk. A woman came out of her house asking if I was okay and went back in to get me a bottle of water and a wet towel. After realizing I was basically okay with only flesh wounds (no broken bones, no head injuries) and telling them I was only going one more block down the street they reluctantly left but took many thanks with them.

I hobbled on down to The School and immediately looked for a first aid kit, finding supplies and getting into the shower to rinse the blood (and hopefully the gravel too) off and clean my wounds. My left elbow and left knee took the worst of the fall, which is weird because I think I remember the wheel turning left as I fell, meaning I would have fallen on my right side. I guess it all happened so quickly those details might not be clear.

So I’m pretty beat up but at least no broken bones in this old body and thankfully there were no cars directly behind me that might have run me over. As the man from across the street said “It may hurt now but you’ll really feel it in the morning”. That’s what I’m afraid of.

Do you know the blog Post Secret? Probably, but if you don’t it’s an interesting site that puts up postcards that have been mailed in by viewers, allegedly revealing some secret they would never reveal. It’s easy to reveal it if you’re sending it in anonymously and that’s the beauty of the site. Of course Post Secret has a Facebook fan page that you can join that does what I’m not exactly sure, but you can join it if you want. I haven’t joined it so there’s no way for the site bots to know who my friends are, so imagine the chances when, at the bottom of their page, is a pulling from all their 700,000 FB fans and I know two of them!

spotted on JMG.