then on the way home, i called jenny to say hi, & she was pissed that i was calling her drunk! but i wasn't really all that drunk, anyhow. but anyhow, we made our way to the train, with a brief sojourn at amore's pizza, & then bam! we were off. peter & i lucked out- the d ran local when we got to brooklyn. it sounds sucky, i know, but not having to switch trains is always pleasent. & since i wasn't really drunk, i read. so good. i don't know, that was last night. tonight after work i'm supposed to meet up with the space pilot. she's in town for some art thing. so fuck- now i'm thrust into the place that jenny was in for most of our relationship: i am the new yorker who is forced to come up with cool new york things to do. um, don't you want to just go to seedy brooklyn bars? don't you just? i mean, thats what i mostly know! oh hell oh swell. i'm sure i'll come up with something. i'm naturally fun to be around, you see. just so.
ps. i hate washing silverware? so now all the dished are clean except for 23 spoons, 14 forks, 7 butter knives, a wooden spoon (or two) & a cocktail fork. i use the latter to peel the carapace from my prawns! my precious prawns. & then i "butterfly" them to remove their DISGUSTING fecal matter. fecal prawns! prawns for the maw! delightful. i buy my prawns from a shady fellow with a large moving van! he is "a criminal"....of the delicious! if this is sin, i don't care for virtue! oh my second-hand prawns, my vintage sea food! it is aged to perfection! perhaps tommorow i will splurge & buy seven or eight sea urchins! i don't mind if i do!