Dirty Old Man

On Saturday James and I met up with an old director of ours. He lives out in Portland now and was in town for the weekend... He took us out to brunch and then to a matinee of a new Off-Broadway play called Bug. (Actually, it was a great show, but I think that's another post.) Had a few drinks with James and Steve at Fat Black Pussycat afterwards. Very good to see Steve... need to remember to send him a Mayo tape.

The L train was out, so I walked quite a bit... don't know how far exactly, but it was a couple hours of walking between getting to Manhattan and getting home. Plus, I'd biked 5 miles Saturay morning on the stationary bike while watching some first season Oz that morning. James came over to my place later that evening to watch the Lewis Black special. Then stayed up til 4am drinking, smoking and talking with Jimmy.

Sunday, on the other hand, was a big ass lazy day. By lazy, I mean I didn't even bother wearing clothes for most of it. A bit of cleaning, a bit of playstation (finished off Prince of Persia), a bit of reading (still working on McTeague). Relaxing, if not very productive.