Second verse, same as the first

Below: Annie y Fripp Watch Television


Happy New Year! Mine started quite auspiciously, in the dark, trying to get into Jess' house to feed Bombay. The key would not work. I got in the front door fine. The elevator was broken so i walked up to the 4th floor. But they don't mark the floors in this building. Or the doors. I walked back down and counted the floors this time as i walked up.

Her flat is 4 Izquierda (left) exterior. Not confusing at all for a place where nothing is marked! I got the second door open, but it seemed unlocked. That led to two unmarked doors. It was madness. I figured out which one was exterior but the key would not open the door. So then i walked back down again. I found their mailbox. Then i walked back up again. By now I'm sweating like Nell Carter. Now i can't get the outside door open. The key just turned around and around. It worked before! By now it's midnight and i can hear people celebrating. One of her neighbors was having a party so i asked if i had the right door. They said i did. I still couldn't get in, so i had no choice but to leave and head to the party. I felt terrible. It was so surreal too. We had tried all the keys before she left. But her building is a dump.

Jess is in Oregon. I am going back in a few hours with Rebound Girl in the hope that she will be able to help me with these fucking Spanish doors. Wish me luck. I really don't want to send her an email saying i can't get in. But i'll get a locksmith tomorrow if i must. Goddammit! Poor Bombay. He was fed on tues so he's still okay. But i have to get in there by tomorrow. I don't want to be like George Caztanza and have her cat die on my watch!

Does everyone stare the way I do?
I only stare this way at you
-The Police

The party was fun. I got home at 10:00 AM. There were lots of nice gals. One gal, Azun, just stares at you when she stops talking. It was very unnerving. I mentioned it to Juan and he was like "She does. She stares at you. It's strange."

At first, I was like.... does she like me? Bedroom eyes? We've only been talking for 30 minutes. She's staring like she wants me to kiss her. Stop staring at me! Say something gooddammit!

But no, she just likes to stare.

But when Juan introduced me to the more normal people, i would great them in Spanish and they'd say 'He speaks Spanish!" So i hung in there with the espanol, which was a bitch with the load annoying music. And they had screens that just kept showing highlights from Knebworth concerts in a loop - Genesis, Robert Plant with Jimmy Page and Pink Floyd. Over and over. We saw them all 4 times each. It was a nasty tease with all the crap they were playing. Again...surreal.

The party ended at 7, then we went out for one last beer at some other bar, Then we looked in vain for food and then went home. I made toast with olive oil and a glass of gaspacho and then went to bed.

2009 is on the books!