I'm back in CT. I've barely been here a day and am strangely productive right now, so I feel pretty okay about it so far. The weather is beautiful and the campus is empty of all those annoying folks that would piss me off. There is no getting better than this really...minus being back in NYC, natch.
My week home was both full of action and not so much. I just realized that I didn't see a single friend while I was there, perhaps that's why it dragged sometimes. Sunday I decided I wanted to come back here ASAP just to be done already. I'm also planning to go to this party Friday -- I got an invite to a genuine hipster loft party in LIC (Long Island City, that is) by the most pretentious one I know, a January "buddy" of mine, hereby christened Mr. Scenester...okay, he's not the most pretentious, but definitely up there...then again, it could've just been my general guy hating mood back then. He's actually a nice enough guy and is like many of those scenesters, a dork in hip clothing. I grudgingly admire him though, because when he was my age (you know, 2 whole years ago), he'd taken NYC by storm and even gotten a page to himself in Paper's annual 100 Beautiful People issue. And he's making mad money, does cool things like throws parties and does really interesting political stuff and goes on really nice vacations. Meanwhile, I'm watching my bank account dwindle and am hoping some publishing company will make me their underpaid underling. Yet I'm talking shit about him? I'm wack. I need to ask him to hook me up with a job. Too bad I'm not a graphic designer like he is, but I know he has connections.
Anyhoo, I actually really liked him back in January (as much as I could have liked anyone being my crazy on the rebound self)...I thought he was so cool. He is cool but I have this bad habit of liking the boys I feel are too cool for me. That's definitely passing as I grow older thankfully. But, he was really pretentious and kinda condescending and annoying in that ultra-hipster way, all "I've done such wild and crazy things and I'm so out there. What have you done that's so out there? It's your turn to impress me now." Me being me, I didn't give a shit. It's not my job to prove my coolness to anyone and someone who has to flaunt their cred so hardcore is obviously overcompensating, you know? So, my feelings towards him are muddled, but I wrote a feeler email a few days before heading back to the city because let's face it, I have plenty of HS and Wes friends to hang out with, but I don't really know anyone else, so it's in my best interest to meet people early.
He replied practically the next day and I got a little jolt from that, but in my laziness, didn't get around to dropping a reply note. Color me surprised Friday night on Avenue A when I ran into him. It was a really funny thing because I’d just been strolling along minding my business, waiting for sidewalk congestion to clear up so I could go about my business and there he was passing me. I called out his name and we had a nice hug off to the side. We chatted for a min and he kinda called me out on the email. If I was the type to let things like that bother me, I would’ve been embarrassed, but umm…not really. He seemed really excited to see me which was kinda strange. And then he whipped out the invite and gave me one before heading off. Chill...I guess. I have zero expectations and I'm intrigued but not so interested. Back in January, he said that I reminded him of his sister (kiss of death as far as I'm concerned...not that it made a difference really) and I remember him as cheesy when it mattered. We'll see how it goes.
My friend Jay has a blog too. Biter...and she set up after slyly bleeding me for info. She's gangsta -- that's why we're friends. : ) All she needs now is a comments space and she'll be as cool as me...when enetation isn't being a pain in my ass. Que sera, sera. I'm off to be a layout machine and enjoy some nice web radio house music and a nice summerish breeze.
Posted by Candicissima at June 10, 2003 01:08 PM