22 August
Keep in mind, I'm the Diary of the Week this week!
Them Electric Postcards, Virtual Flowers, Other Virtual Flowers, and Virtual Presents are pouring in, baby! Well, I've gotta few (thanks everyone!), and it's really cool, but my birthday isn't until tomorrow, so you can still send one if you want to!
Plus new photos on the photo page!
So last night was Jaws at Radio City, and it was just so totally cool that John and I nearly passed out from the coolosity of the whole thing.
And Peter Benchley himself was there and he talked about the film before it started, which was excellent.
And last night we brought our snacks from outside Radio City, after the hideous mistake we made on Wednesday night. I usually do that anyway, but neglected to that night, so I thought that since the tickets were only $5.50 instead of $12.50 since we bought passes for the whole series in advance, I could afford some slightly pricey snacks.
Slightly pricey, however, was the understatement to end all understatements. The sixteen ounce bottles of Pepsi that cost $1.00 in the deli costed $3.50, which was a bit much, but it was the popcorn that was really ridiculous. For a sort of mid-sized re-usable plastic bucket with a lid that says Radio City on the side, it was $5.00. Which was bad enough, but the popcorn in it wasn't fresh popped, it was that nasty old bagged supermarket popcorn that costs 25¢ for a bag as big as me.
Never again, baby!
At the subway stop near where I work there is possibly the most badly placed men's room on earth.
Now, the fact that there is a bathroom at all in a subway station should be cause for rejoicing, as usually one just has to hold it until one's destination, but for some really really odd reason, this men's room was built in such a way that if the door is open (and it always it, must not be much ventilation) then you can see the men lined up at the urinals, peeing merrily away.
Wait, did I say you can see them? No, that looks as though if you try really really hard you can see them. What I meant to say was that as you exit the subway and walk up the steps into the blue blue day, you are forced to watch these guys peeing! A blind man couldn't avoid it!
It's quite a way to start the morning.
And I talked with The Candyman yesterday, and it looks like (I'm not making any definate statements) he will actually come to the Big City to see me on my birthday!
Fingers crossed boys and girls, fingers crossed...
One year ago today:
Things I would like for my birthday.
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