Friday 7.31.98 0455pHST
Slowly I'm forgetting the little subtle things from our (the boy and I) trip to NY. My memory is on auto-erase mode, I need to update this NY update more frequently I suppose.
Today was the day-off after working 6 days straight. I'm always talking bout work. I should really stop that. Nothing happens at work. Nothing. It's the same crap five days (or six) days out of the week. But what else would there be to talk about if I spend most of my miserable life there. I could talk about my dirty room carpet. Or how the boy switched to GPC (Generic Pack Cigarettes) because of the price hike of the cancer stick. (Why is that embarassing to me??). Or maybe my menstrual cycle which is getting earlier and earlier each month. Shall I eloborate on these things? Email me and help me decide. My point is, or rather my question is...if you're bored are you really a boring person?
Oh man. About three nights ago the boy and I were listening to ART BELL. If you don't already know Art Bell is this guy who has his own Radio Show which is syndicated everywhere in the US....I think. He's on the AM here. AM meaning opossed to FM. This Art Bell guy talks about conspiracy, UFO's, mind reading, abductions, prophetic writings.....all that supernatural, "no-proof" topics that "normal" people would see as a waste of their time. I mean I belive in some things, other things I don't. The boy on the other hand is a firm believer of all this conspiracy and the government crap. You know big brother, end of the world theory...etc. He was the first one to start listening to Art Bell. I thought it was kinda stupid to listening to all these crazies call on Bell's show and blab about some particular something going around somewhere. But I kinda got hooked. The show is actually really interesting. Even more so after this supposed "time-traveler" calls in telling Art Bell of what's going to happen in the next three days. This dude says something about the dress in the Monica Lewinsky case, semen samples, DNA, and Uncle Bill being impeached. Two days later....whadayaknow. Headline News is running the story on "physical evidence" some cocktail dress and DNA. This was like BRAND NEW news to the masses and this guy who called in a few nights ago prophecized it. Now if Bill really does get impeached I'm gonna get freaked. Babble babble..
NY 7.3.98 -- This is going to be a short one. I think.
We were awakened by housekeeping. We ate at Manhattan Mall. We went to the
Empire 
State. I think
that was it. We went back to the hotel. We were to see RENT
that night. We were late for RENT. Well not really. I thought we were going
to be late for RENT because I took a nap and told the boy to wake me up
quarter to 8p because he said he wasn't going to take a nap. But he did.
We woke up 3 mins to 8. WTF? I was so pissed at him. We like sprinted to
the theater. I was thirsty and had to go pee and wasn't able to till intermission.
By then my anger was nullified and replaced with dissapointment. Dissapointment
at the cast. I didn't like any of them. Well maybe Kristen Lee Kelley (Maureen)....but
she's an exception, she was part of the OBC. It was nothing like the OBC
last year. The boy on the other hand LOVED the show. "So much energy!",
he said. Well the OBC was 10x better. At least the boy liked it. We ate
at another random place. We went back to our luxurious hotel....for the
final nights stay....WAH!!
Maybe I should elaborate more on the pictures before I finalize. The one above is the pidgeon that I thought was going to poop on me at the Empire observation deck. The boy liked WTC better....I'm glad. The line was too long to go up on the deck (and come back down) and the elevators were too stuffy.The photo to the right is the a view from the Empire lobby. I thought the picture was pretty cool.
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On a side note, you know in my last babble (7_29_98) I said Brandi sung that obnoxious song with the macho guy? I think I was wrong. It was that other girl that dueted with Brandi on that "That Boy is Mine" song. I'm probably wrong about that too. I'm not a big fan of pop/r&b in the nineties. Sorry. I'm too busy learning the songs to the CABARET Cast Recording to really care. Blah.
Why don't you read JOURNAL OF AN ORDINARY SOUL and tell me wether or not this guy is scheezing this poor girl!
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