It looks like my time has run out. I'll be spending the next handful of hours gearing myself up for airport sitting and my eventual trip back to Berkeley. Talk about bittersweet.
I'd like to do my thank you's now, while I'm still here and feeling frisky.
Thank you Sasha, for allowing me to stay with you in perhaps the most convenient spot possible. Thanks for doing my laundry. Thanks for having air conditioning, and not being afraid to use it. Thanks for being patient with me when I was whining, wheedling, or weeping. Thanks for being my friend.
Thank you Rebecca, for putting up with my flakiness and my bitter moaning about your neighborhood. Thanks for helping me negociate plans. Thanks for actually rubbing me when I needed rubbing.
Thank you Joe's mom, for hundreds of things that I will try to condense to just a few here. For listening, cooking, guiding, laughing, and saying more with your face than I could write on this website. Thanks for letting the miscreants use your beautiful home.
Thank you Mia, for reminding me of so many good things about myself and for giving me hope that what I've found to be impossible isn't really. Thanks for introducing me to Spiro - he's cool. Thanks for not kicking my ass. Again.
Thank you Auntie Rina, for pimp-slapping the foamy crust of my Berkeley persona away long enough for me to see myself.
Thank you Linda, my fine sister, for filling the spots that I can't - and probably wouldn't if I could. Thanks for introducing me to your friends. Thanks for being pleasantly surprised by my arrival, since you were pretty much the only one that little plan worked on.
Thank you Sasha's roomates, for listening to my rants and for letting me stink up your house and for not cringing while I was roaming about with no shirt.
Thank you Dad, for giving me a place to crash and for the talks. And so on and on.
and finally, thank you thank you thank you New York City women, for keeping me fully aroused for the entire trip.
Posted by Matt at August 5, 2003 08:31 AMYou are just jealous that 40 bucks didn't appear in your hands magically. HA HA! I am lucky and you are unlucky! HA HA!
Posted by: Matt at August 12, 2003 01:03 PMsuch short memories we have. i'll replay a recent scene:
Matt: Damn beeeootches here at PS1 live in stone-age! No take credit card?!? WTF! I no beer having! No food having! Arrrgggg!
Me: Quell thine ire, o brother of mine. Perchance you would heartily enjoy several frosty cool malty fermented hop beverages at my expense! Nay - even better, allow me to give you these two crisp twenties, so that you can secure what provisions you find necessary in this hostile backwoods environs.
Matt: Yay! Monies for me! Where did they come from?!? I forgets - maybe beer will jog my lonely brain cell...
Shut you face, damn stingy beeoch!
Posted by: Matt at August 8, 2003 08:55 PMnevertheless, I see how it is. some things never change, you ingrate motherfucker.
Posted by: bloo at August 8, 2003 06:57 PMIt's "tonto," moron.
Posted by: Matt at August 8, 2003 10:02 AMno fucking thanks to yer comrade in arms and sounding board, your faithful sidekick, the tanto to your masked ranger?!? i see how it is...
Posted by: bloo at August 7, 2003 11:12 PMside note: I miss the old blog template you used. I don't know why, but it just isn't the same feeling.
Posted by: scratchymonkey at August 5, 2003 09:22 PMAyah!!
Posted by: scratchymonkey at August 5, 2003 11:54 AM