Yesterday I woke up by myself in a hotel in some NJ town I'd never
been to before and can't remember the name of, near the Meadowlands.
My parents' vehicle was still parked at least 50 miles away in
Hoboken, and I was really pissed off remembering the pervert in the
bathroom ther that started to kiss the back of my neck while I was
puking. Sick fuck. I was also pretty pissed at the realization that
this was probably the most expensive night of my life, having spent
$100 on a hotel that I passed out in for about four hours. I would
have preferred a cheap, seedy place in a crack town - for the sake of
my wallet - but the guy I was hanging out with feared for my safety
and had to take me somewhere he knew'd I'd be safe.
Considering the bathroom incident and how threatened I felt when I
drove through the cheapest area I could park and catch the PATH into
the city, he was quite smart and I'm quite the idiot.
He was also an amazing kisser. (though maybe my lips have just been
lonely)
He also lives with his girlfriend, thus the alone in an expensive
hotel aspect.
How'd I get here?!
Particularly appropriate evening in respect to the one that preceded
it. Wednesday I went in to see Hunter S. Thompson speak. Instead, I
heard him occassionnally mumble and curse and heard others give
pathetic attempts at reading excerpts from his latest book.
The place was packed beyond capacity with a couple hundred people &
the fire department came to kick people out the Barnes & Noble. One
guy left in an ambulance after passing out cold drunk.
I was quite shocked the ambulance guy was not the same guy I happened
to get on the escalator with.
Escalator guy turned to me, chatted briefly and offered me his drink.
Can you guess what the drink was? Guess? Jagermeister!!!
Dude had flown in for just the one DAY from Iowa, just to meet his
idol and had been waiting at the store since 11am. Thompson spoke
after 8pm.
I sat there waiting in the crowd and didn't even notice the hottie
sprawled out on the floor in front of me until he started talking to
me in his Australian accent. He was meeting someone there he'd never
met before. Once she joined us, he left for a smoke and she & I hit
off. I think perhaps she was hitting on me. She kept touching my
thigh. Due to capacity restrictions they stopped letting people in
the building and the Aussie was stuck outside. 100 or so others were
in a similar predicament but they did not have the fortune to meet
me. I pull strings well and they let cutie back.
The three of us & three other kick ass people ended up hanging out
until 3am, (1 novelists, a photographer, an acress, a nurse & a
journalist for a Japanese newspaper) We all had a blast and lots of
philisophical conversation. If I were living in the city I'd feel
confident that I'd actually found my niche and have friends again and
am no longer so alone. But the reality is I'm still in Jersey.
Pathetic
Think that needs to end pronto.
I also concluded that evening, that my #1 greatest turn on is:
when someone grabs my hand and randomly starts swing dancing with me
in the middle of the street.
It's happened before, and it always gets me. The cute Aussie boy
certainly reaffirmed that tactic as a sure fire way to melt me.
Productive things this week: met with a music director who was the
accompaniest at one audition who said she loved my voice and got tips
on musical auditions and selected for me a repertoire. I'm meeting
with her again next week. It was difficult to decide what my next
"business expense" should be, and I'm quite happy with my
choice.
I also joined a gym. I got a two year membership at a gym in the
city. It's definitive: no longer will I entertain thoughts of
moving elsewhere. New York is definitely the best place for my
career.
Waking up in Parsippany, NJ again tommorrow.
Yippee.
Sweet dreams,
And appreciate the beauty of your friendships