Took some tasteful mirror fitness progress nudes on Tuesday. In my depression over the winter I had lost a ton of weight and gotten really skinny and was working hard to beef back up.
I'm not very good at doing basic chores or anything to do with fashion. So it was a double-whammy when I found out Leigh's upcoming 30th birthday would require me to wear "Nautical Attire." After full two hours of looking around in 4 or 5 different stores (a serious nightmare-scenario for me) where I had to ask other humans "Hi, do you have anything someone might where on a boat?" I settled on these bad boys. Nautical enough? (There are very few people I like enough to do something like this!)
...my 75 year-old Siciliano barber always calls me out whenever I go see him after giving myself a trim. "What? You a-doing this to a-yo-self again?" haha.
On Tuesday afternoon I biked down to Chinatown to meet up with Davo and his friend Jen at a bakery. After picking out delicious goodies, we went next store to Magic Jewelry to get our photos of our "auras" taken with the Guy Coggins-designed AuraCam6000.
It's ok to post undie mirror selfies as long as you wait a few years, right? Good, cuz here's post-jumprope fitness photo. (I was never able to stick with running long enough for it to change my physique. Jumping rope is trickier to learn than running, but definitely changed my body much more quickly than running.)
I spent most of Wednesday spring cleaning my apartment. I caught sight of myself sweeping and drinking a beer pantless and decided it was a toastable moment. Living the dream.
As a consultant, I get to see lots of different work spaces. I always enjoy the kinds of conflicts that come from different companies sharing bathrooms.
With Grant temporarily staying in the home office, I moved my computer into our bedroom so that I'd have a quiet place to get some work done for the remainder of Grant's stay.
A really not-so-cool thing is the cone-shaped metal sensor that leaves a divit in your forehead! (The new headset is much more improved...and cheaper).
I like dressing up, but I don't really like all the planning and buying stuff that's involved in dressing up. So more often than not, I'll revert to a last-minute halloween costume with whatever's lying around.
On Wednesday night I went over to the new New Museum on Bowery for some art opening party that Leigh was hosting. There was a huge line around the block outside, but baby girl came downstairs and escorted me in. Awww, fwiends. On the elevator ride up to the top floor, we made faces in the mirror behind the crowd.
After Dens party, I went over to Hanger Bar for a bit, and when I went home about an hour later sans keys, Meredith was fast asleep and not responding to calls or door-buzzings by my locked-outside-ass. Here's me taking a grumpy photo of myself in our apartment lobby at 3am.
When I got back from my dive, I noticed that the side of my torso was killing me. I had a huge, swollen red bump that was really sore. I went to the pharmacist on the island and he hypothesized that it might be a spider bite, but he wasn't positive.
This guy's ready for bed! (By the way, the awesome Misfits + Alfred E. Neuman shirt was given to me by Amy K when she was the manager of the aNYthing store for a little while. Thanks, Amy! I'll miss the Teenage Unicorn so bad!)
