My phone rang at around 8:30am. I woke up, cursed at whoever had the audacity to call me at such an ungodly hour and went back to sleep. For some damned reason, this fool was bent on waking me up so at around 9:15am I picked up the handset. In hindsight I should have just turned the ringer off but in my sleep-induced haze I couldn't think straight. It turned out the fool was Keith. We were supposed to hang out during the day, but really 9 bloody am? I told him to call back and around 11:00am I was dressed and waiting for him in the lobby.
The first thing we did was go to Chinatown for some dim sum. I've had dim sum before but this NY one was at a different level. The place was crammed like sardines and the menu was extensive. I must say that I really loved the steam spareribs, pork dumpling and yellow cream buns. After that, we headed out to the Empire State Building, which to my surprise, wasn't too packed. I forgot my camera so I couldn't take a picture of the incredible view. Next we headed out to the Metropolitan Museum where I pretended to understand the fuss about the overpriced art. We had lunch at Sylvia's in Harlem and no kidding, that chick can cook! Mommy I love you but Sylvia's candy yams souffl� was delectable. We stopped at a bookstore (I wrote last week's entry) and then headed out to 'ground zero.'
I'm not trying to be heartless but because I'm not a New Yorker, my feelings about the loss of the World Trade Center aren't so strong. I know it was an atrocious crime and I feel the perpetrators should be punished and thousands of lives were lost but the pangs of pain Keith felt that I should have felt at the sight of the empty site never materialized. Does that make me evil and unfeeling? It was so obvious Keith was pissed at my reaction or lack there of, because his mood changed. Why doesn't he understand that it's different for him? I don't work in Finance so the WTC building never really held any personal meaning to me. What did he expect? Bawling? The last time I cried was in fifth grade when Debra Knealing hit me that darned softball bat and broke my arm in gym class. All I know is he needs to chill da hell out.
Monday was cool. As usual I was fighting hard to stay awake at that hell hole called work�
"�Technology continues to expand in offices across the Nation hence the role of the office professional has greatly evolved�" Roseanne's twin sister was saying in front of the class.
From about two seats behind me I heard, "Oh yeah, today is 'Blame technology day.'"
"�Office automation and restructuring have led assistants to assume a wider range of responsibilities." Roseanne's look-a-like continued
"Duh! If we don't do it who would? Lazy asses!" girl behind me replied.
"� Handle complex responsibilities like conducting research, preparing statistical reports and training employees..."
"Sure, give us all the work and pay us nothing. Slave drivers!"
The whole lecture went on like this and biting my lip was all I could do from laughing out loud. The girl was an exotic looking girl called Anita with an okay face but fantastic body -similar to Halle Berry's. BITCH!!! Later that day she asked me about Jeremy but since it's not my duty to blab about people's sexuality I told her that he and I were just friends and that she should "go for it"� who knows, she might like his bi-curiosity. Besides, she seems freaky like that (or maybe I'm just a hater).
Someone should please tell me what da hell is going on. On Tuesday I got a call from Amber and everything was cool as she filled me in on the hometown gossip until she got into the REAL reason for the call.
"So, what's Trace up to?"
"You know, her usual self."
I laughed. "How are things going on with her and Juan? Knowing that girl, I can bet her hooks are deep in him by now." Silence. "Are you still there?" I asked.
"Yeah, but what do you mean her hooks are in him?"
I was a little confused. "Girlfriend, I know you know there's something going on. That girl was salivating like a starving dog at your party. I know you must have noticed it."
"Oh yeah�" She said in a small voice.
"And Juan enthusiastically 'thanked' me for inviting him to your party. He seemed to have enjoyed the attention."
"I see." She sounded really weird
"Sweetheart, is everything alright?" I was getting worried.
"Yes. Yes."
I wasn't convinced. "Are you sure?"
"Of course," she said in a stronger voice. "So you don't mind your friends dating Juan?" She sounded optimistic.