Pussycat, Pussycat....

Talking to Schawn earlier today while I was downloading music.

Couldn't think of the music that the Pussycat Girls, Drew Barrymore, Lucy Liu and Cameron Diaz danced to in Charlie's Angels: Full Throttle.

I knew the song was hot. The dancing was sexy and playful.

What was that song? Did a search.

Henry Mancini's "Pink Panther Theme", but in a techno remix.

HOT. Listened to it while walking to the park, twice, and that is only a 5 block walk up and 4 blocks over.

If you want a song that is familiar but remixed to a totally hot shake your thing in that slow dirty way then look for this track.

Word of the Day:

DUMBASS.

God I love that word and use it quite often. But in reference to someone not directly at them.

Someone Stop Me.

I can't stop posting.

Actually working on a relevent life post but giving you fluff for now until I get it right. Not really about my life but life in general for many of us.



Watching Picture Perfect on BRAVO with Jennifer Aniston, Kevin Bacon and Jay Mohr.

Will someone tell me why she was so stuck up on Kevin Bacon? He is a skank in this movie and as soon as Jay Mohr came in she should have just fallen for him.

Something about this guy, I always thought so. Funny, naughty, sexy, hairy.

She was a fool to wait so long but then again if she didn't wait until the end of the 90 some-odd minutes it would be just a short student film.

I Hope That Is Rent-A-Cop.

Found this video today. Billie Jean.

Funny and his little break as enough to say it was a stress breaker but not a waste or our tax dollars.

Stormy and Captivated

Sitting around.

Freshly showered after playing volleyball in Central Park.

Looking out the window at the gray, foggy storm that has swept into town.
Ashamed to be pulled into the reality that is Strip Search.
Okay, I am not ashamed because I can tell you I will be watching this show most every time it comes on.

If you have seen the show you have to love Johnny. Such a mess but he will keep the craziness going in the show. Once he is gone I do believe the fun will be over.

I wonder if MTV's Real World/Road Rules: Inferno II is on today?

Okay, this rain needs to stop because I am supposed to be in CT tomorrow for a grass vball tournament.

Oh, but I will say I will never watch Kept. That is just trash, sorry if you like it.

Summer is Almost Here.

Wow. If you were in NYC for this past weekend you are probably still wiping yourself down from the heat that greeted you as you left your building.

I am not going to be like some and proclaim that summer has arrived because we know that just a week ago we were chilly and wearing sweatshirts and such.

Weekend was fun though.

Saturday, after waking up way too early and trying to go back to sleep I ended up in Central Park, as planned and played volleyball for about 6 hours. Not sure what was in me except the alcohol but I was playing like a demon and jumping high on that swing, but then again I do prefer to play in the heat than in a cool environment. Went back Saturday night and just chilled all night. Went to sleep early and woke up early again on Sunday.

Sunday though I was able to get back to sleep.

Sat around. Then went to the park late. Was about 90 degrees so I only played a couple of games before it was just nasty out. Walked around the park with my friend Gian then we both went home to get ready to go to Hiro later that night.

Hiro was cool. The greenhouse section was basically a sauna so most people were in the open air section which made it more than crowded.

Introduced some friends to one another and then after confirming to each that the other was a good guy, in private of course, they took off together for a fun night of summer-like sexy fun. Felt like such the pimp, but really I was just the facilitator.

Gave the rest of my free drink tickets to my friend Josh and I went home.

Hot week ahead.

La Conseguenza di Amore

The weekend started early for me on Friday. I mean it started around 11am. Let me explain.

I had been promising to have lunch with my ex for weeks so I could see his new loft in the South Bronx. Now being somewhat of a Manhattan snob and having heard the history of the South Bronx I was not too much in a rush to go there. Then I found out that he is just on the other side of a foot bridge across the Harlem River it was no problem to go over.

We agreed on Friday brunch and I would go to the Italian Film Festival with him to view a movie, La Conseguenza di Amore (The Consequence of Love).

I get to the new place, which I loved and saw it was basically a loft building that is being populated by a lot of the type of people who moved out of Manhattan for lower priced, up and coming areas.

We ordered breakfast. He won't cook in the new place because until he can redo the kitchen he hates the stove and counter and so forth. Hey, he is Italian after all, but I will say he is the type who can cook a dinner from nothing.

While we waited we had our first drink and coffee.

Food came we had our second drink. Vodka and mango juice. Strange combo because the mango is so thick that they don't mix that well. But it was sweet and it was nice.

We finally left to go to Lincoln Center. Stopped in, got the tickets and still had an hour to spare so he wanted to get a drink. We went and he ordered two martinis. I had never had one till that day and now I know why. Boy did that send me for a loop, but it relaxed me greatly and I ended up sitting very relaxed in that theater chair for the movie.

Strange movie. No one seemed to like it. Pretentious.

One thing in the movie did make me think though. Rather early into the film a man was talk and walked into a sign. That brought back a memory for a couple of years ago.

We were in Ft Lauderdale for a volleyball tournament and we were walking down the street and there were about 7 of us and as we were all talking and laughing my friend Andrew walked straight into a street sign. We had such a great time that weekend and couple of days after since we all went to Miami after until Wednesday.

Sad reality: Andrew committed suicide two years ago this summer. He was a sweet guy who had his problems. I will never forget him.

Okay, sorry for that. Memories come back fast and I just tend to write them as them come.
So after the movie we went over to his office to pick up another Italian reporter who was going to go for drinks, yes again and then come with us to the 9pm movie.

We went and had our drinks, just one a piece and decided it was too late to get back by 9 so we all skipped the movie and went our separate ways.

I went home. Fell asleep on the couch and woke up at 6:15am. Damn, I don't even wake up this early on a normal day, what am I doing up this early on a Saturday.

I will say for all the drinking there was not any sign of a hangover. Think that could be because I don't drink hard that often.

It was a nice day, memories and all.