Man. I feel like I've been out of touch. Cabin fever. General confusion.
Some things:
1. Apparently I have a thing for men with shaved legs. Who knew?
2. I am signing a lease for an apartment on Monday, assuming I can procure some gigantic certified checks this afternoon. I am excited/nervous/panicking/relieved. I need to measure things, buy things, sell things, pack things. I feel like I just finished unpacking. I can't believe I am collecting boxes again. I can't believe that I will be living somewhere else, on my own, in Manhattan, in one month's time. Details forthcoming.
3. I am heading to St. Louis tomorrow. I am going to my brother's thesis exhibition opening. I'm sure a far-too-long photo essay will be awaiting you next week on My Mundane Life In Song.
4. I got tickets for Star Wars Episode III! I could not get tickets for the midnight showing at the best theater in New York, so I will be seeing it, instead, on the night of 5/19 at the best theater in New York. I will not listen to or read anything on 5/19, and will pretend that I, with my hair fashioned like Princess Leia, am seeing it before anyone else.
5. I am starving. My body is still a mess from prep-for-non-surgery, so I should go eat. And sign over my first-born for this apartment. And scramble to finish everything at work so I can leave tomorrow feeling as though I accomplished something in the last two weeks.
Until Monday...
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Celebrity Sighting!
Ah, New York.
In celebration of stonelessness and my potentially-awesome-apartment find yesterday, D and I went on a date. A friend of D's had recommended a vegetarian-friendly Mexican Place around St. Mark's and 2nd. We headed down there, but there was no such restaurant to be found.
I wasn't concerned. I was just happy to actually be happy. I was happy to be holding my boyfriend's hand while not being paranoid about his thoughts. Things seem ok again. Things seem normal. Things are back on track.
We meandered up and down St. Mark's looking for a place to eat. I think we were between 2nd and 3rd when we passed a large SUV with an open window.
After we passed it, D said "Was that who I think it was?"
"YES!" I exclaimed, giddy with excitement.
It was Russell Simmons !!!!
Giddy.
I was giddy for two reasons:
1. Russell Simmons! This was a great celebrity sighting because Russell Simmons is not only a celebrity, but is someone who commands respect. Russell Simmons has changed the face of the planet. He has had impact. And he is a good man.
2. It was an absurd celebrity sighting. I imagine hip hop related sightings always are. We were literally just walking down the street and Russell Simmons is sitting in the backseat of an armored SUV, looking out at the people on the sidewalk. Turns out one of his lackeys was going back and forth between the car window and this take-out restaurant, bringing food to him. The lackey would hand it to him through the window, and then Russell Simmons would eat it with the window open.
D said "Do you want to walk by again?" Of course I did. I tried to smile at him, to make eye contact, but Russell Simmons was far too involved with his falafel or burrito or whatever it was.
D said "You should ask him what he's eating."
I really wanted to know what Russell Simmons was doing downtown. What interest could he possibly have in that area?
I said "D, let's get in a cab and stalk Russell Simmons. I really want to see where he's going." I fantasized about following him. And then, his SUV would actually be some sort of Batmobile-like-vehicle that would sense its being followed and would launch missiles at us that had little LL Cool J's on them.
Yes.
Instead of following Russell Simmons, we found a little Italian restaurant and had a nice dinner.
And then we made a Snow Speeder out of Legos.
And felt completely normal.
In celebration of stonelessness and my potentially-awesome-apartment find yesterday, D and I went on a date. A friend of D's had recommended a vegetarian-friendly Mexican Place around St. Mark's and 2nd. We headed down there, but there was no such restaurant to be found.
I wasn't concerned. I was just happy to actually be happy. I was happy to be holding my boyfriend's hand while not being paranoid about his thoughts. Things seem ok again. Things seem normal. Things are back on track.
We meandered up and down St. Mark's looking for a place to eat. I think we were between 2nd and 3rd when we passed a large SUV with an open window.
After we passed it, D said "Was that who I think it was?"
"YES!" I exclaimed, giddy with excitement.
It was Russell Simmons !!!!
Giddy.
I was giddy for two reasons:
1. Russell Simmons! This was a great celebrity sighting because Russell Simmons is not only a celebrity, but is someone who commands respect. Russell Simmons has changed the face of the planet. He has had impact. And he is a good man.
2. It was an absurd celebrity sighting. I imagine hip hop related sightings always are. We were literally just walking down the street and Russell Simmons is sitting in the backseat of an armored SUV, looking out at the people on the sidewalk. Turns out one of his lackeys was going back and forth between the car window and this take-out restaurant, bringing food to him. The lackey would hand it to him through the window, and then Russell Simmons would eat it with the window open.
D said "Do you want to walk by again?" Of course I did. I tried to smile at him, to make eye contact, but Russell Simmons was far too involved with his falafel or burrito or whatever it was.
D said "You should ask him what he's eating."
I really wanted to know what Russell Simmons was doing downtown. What interest could he possibly have in that area?
I said "D, let's get in a cab and stalk Russell Simmons. I really want to see where he's going." I fantasized about following him. And then, his SUV would actually be some sort of Batmobile-like-vehicle that would sense its being followed and would launch missiles at us that had little LL Cool J's on them.
Yes.
Instead of following Russell Simmons, we found a little Italian restaurant and had a nice dinner.
And then we made a Snow Speeder out of Legos.
And felt completely normal.
Monday, April 18, 2005
Stone Has Passed
Tee hee.
I went in this morning for "the procedure" and there was no stone to be found!
I am freaking ecstatic.
My friend M had been saying "What is this procedure? You make it sound as though they're going to hit you with a mallet."
When I arrived at the office, I was handed a pamphlet that explained "the machine," and was then told by the anesthesiologist that he'd give you a narcotic with 10x the potency of morphine because essentially "the machine" beats your kidney 3600 times with electroconvulsive pulses. But, literally, it involves beating. And one can expect to piss blood due to kidney bleeding in response to the beating. And bruising up and down one's side. Fabulous.
I asked the anesthesiologist "What, exactly, does anesthesia do?" and he was like "We don't really know... it makes your forget." Then "Maybe something with calcium channels. Nobody really knows."
I'd suspected that the stone had passed or was, at the very least, in a very comfortable spot, because I hadn't felt anything for over 24 hours. This didn't stop me from preparing for the procedure, which caused me to lose about 3 pounds yesterday. Glamorous.
I kept saying "Look, it might not be there. Let's just not give me any anesthesia until we're sure."
They're not entirely sure, but the obstruction, if its there, is minimal, so its either passed or painlessly on its way out.
Sweet sweet sweet. So much better than gravel and bruising.
I am in such a good mood. It's a beautiful day and my kidneys are intact. And I get to eat, which is making me far too happy.
YAY!
I went in this morning for "the procedure" and there was no stone to be found!
I am freaking ecstatic.
My friend M had been saying "What is this procedure? You make it sound as though they're going to hit you with a mallet."
When I arrived at the office, I was handed a pamphlet that explained "the machine," and was then told by the anesthesiologist that he'd give you a narcotic with 10x the potency of morphine because essentially "the machine" beats your kidney 3600 times with electroconvulsive pulses. But, literally, it involves beating. And one can expect to piss blood due to kidney bleeding in response to the beating. And bruising up and down one's side. Fabulous.
I asked the anesthesiologist "What, exactly, does anesthesia do?" and he was like "We don't really know... it makes your forget." Then "Maybe something with calcium channels. Nobody really knows."
I'd suspected that the stone had passed or was, at the very least, in a very comfortable spot, because I hadn't felt anything for over 24 hours. This didn't stop me from preparing for the procedure, which caused me to lose about 3 pounds yesterday. Glamorous.
I kept saying "Look, it might not be there. Let's just not give me any anesthesia until we're sure."
They're not entirely sure, but the obstruction, if its there, is minimal, so its either passed or painlessly on its way out.
Sweet sweet sweet. So much better than gravel and bruising.
I am in such a good mood. It's a beautiful day and my kidneys are intact. And I get to eat, which is making me far too happy.
YAY!
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