Friday Morning

My fabulousness quotient just got ratcheted up a few notches.

I’m in this month’s GQ…the one with Viggo Mortenson on the cover. Pic of me and my roommate at a party he took me to.

No on line version. You’ll have to look at the magazine to see it.

Monday Evening

Spent the week end doing catering work. Things went well, unlike at the last catering company I worked for where the chef was such a wreck that I ended up opting to never work there again. I think this time around, I’ll be happy to go back. Yeah its harder work than when i go and work for myself, but it’s a good back up.

At one point I was helping make about 100 gallons of puntanesca sauce and thought to myself “Hmmm, now aint this ironic.” It ammused me at least. I don’t think there’s a sauce that translates as tomato based gay slut sauce.

This morning I got up and spread neosporin over the inevitable nicks and cuts I’ve got all over my right hand. One from chopping 18 cases of cucumbers, and one from shredding carrots, and one from opening cans of tomatoes for the puntanesca. No major blood shed, just the par for the course. Last night I ended the day by helping to manually shred 17 lugs of chicken. There were about 12 of us doing it, and it was still slow going. By the end of it, my cutting callous was back.

After my neosporin treatment I sat down and plowed through several days of email. Why is it that when I am not near my computer for more than 24 hours at a time that I get the most heated requests for info. Calm down people of NY. I then noticed on the news that it was 64 degrees outside. SCORE! Packed up my gym bag and was out the door. WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Bright shiny sunlight! Happiness raining down from the skies!

I took the subway down to chelsea and did some quick errands. Ran into an old fuck buddy and we played flirty flirty for a while before heading to the gym. From there I grabbed lunch, the NY Times and headed down to the peirs and ate in the sun. Finished lunch and did the crossowrd puzzle.

Just what I needed to feel reenrgized.