Looong Week

It's impossible to overstate how tired I am. Interesting stories tomorrow, when hopefully I will be able to think of more descriptive words than "interesting."

Yes, I Know

I'm the worst. And I'm on your side (both of you, at this point.) It's really irritating when bloggers disappear. Most of my faves are also in this weird sort of semi-retirement. Anyway! New Year's resolution: Write more for this.

In the meantime, here's how I know I am becoming a New Yorker: My only dream, on the bus from New York to Boston, is to be seated next to a person who doesn't talk to me. I got my wish yesterday, and it was lovely. She read, I read, no one talked. Bliss.

Someday, I'll publish a bus etiquette manual and let the rest of the world in on this.

Formal Apologies

Of course I owe you, dear readers, an apology. It's been a bad few weeks for posting. I would like to tell you that I have an excuse, but I think we all know that I am just lazy. However, if it makes you feel any better, you are not the only ones deserving of an amends from me at the moment.

Due to an uncharacteristic bout of public canoodling, I have most likely offended a large portion of New York City in recent days. (Note: This includes only Manhattan, Brooklyn, and Queens. If you're in the Bronx and Staten Island, you're probably safe. For now.)

Anyway, more posting soon. I have stories, I swear.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

No, not City Stank, although that started up today, as well. (Park Slope smelled like dog shit this morning when I woke up at 6 to go to the gym. And it wasn't even hot out yet.)

No, my pals, it's my birthday. One week from tomorrow, your host will be 31 years old. I find this very hard to believe. I don't feel 31 in the least. I think it's because I've dated so many younger men. They're keeping me youthful! And immature!


Anyway, because I'm trying to be a better blogger, updating more frequently and all that, I'm enclosing the invite I sent out to about 40 of my closest friends. It's a cheap update, I know, but hey. (Also, because strange boys sometimes mail me pictures of their penises, I'm leaving out the precise location. Write me if you know me and didn't get it, and I will provide you with the exact location.)


Ahem:

It is time, once again, to gather at a local bar and help me drink myself stupid as I celebrate the passing of another year. That's right: It's MY BIRTHDAY.

Some of you might know that I love MY BIRTHDAY more than any other human on the planet. I love it because I am entirely self-obsessed, and because I love presents and cake and talking about myself, and because on MY BIRTHDAY you have to let me enjoy all these things. Ha ha ha!

MY BIRTHDAY will not be at the Magician this year, because that sucked, but it will be on the Lower East Side, because I'm very busy at work and have no creativity to spare for party planning. Therefore, please join me at the following time and location:

WHERE: XXXXXXX

WHEN: Saturday, June 9. I will be there at 9 PM. I will be drunk when you show up at 11.

WHY: Because it's MY BIRTHDAY.

WHO: Everyone. (A short FAQ follows this message.)

Hope to see you all there!

XO,

Hubs

FAQ:

Q. My significant other is not on this list. Why is that?

A. I am sleeping with your significant other. However, I like you more, so I'm inviting you instead. Oh, what the heck: Bring 'em along. MY BIRTHDAY comes but once a year.

Q. I know someone who isn't on this list, but I think you meant to invite him/her. Should I ask you about it?

A. No. You should just invite this person. I probably meant to leave him/her off the invite list, but won't that be funny?

Q. I live in a different city. Do I still have to go?

A. Don't you have a life to live after? Just send cash. (However, if you're in town, you can stay at the Mouse's house. I'm sure he won't mind.)

Q. I have a funny joke. Should I reply-all to this email?

A. No, you should not. The exposed email is just to let everyone know that I have a lot of friends.

Q. Do you like your birthday?

A. OH MY GOD, I LOVE MY BIRTHDAY. However did you guess?

I'm the Worst

Been busy at work, kids, but that doesn't mean I don't love you. (Both of you, at this point.)

Because I love you, I leave you with the following quote. It's from the blog portion of Obsessed with Julie and Jackie, which is a comedic experience you must, er, experience if you're in New York. Basically, these hilarious ladies put on a show once a month in which they allow maniacs to talk about things they're obsessed with. This could be anything from hummus to the parrot population of Brooklyn to Morton Downey, Jr. (No, I'm not kidding.)

Anyway, I leave you with this quote from the estimable Julie Klausner:

"I am no longer afraid that men will kill me. I am just scared that they will bore me."

Doesn't that really say everything about dating these days? Goshdarnit?