As sure as a Republican candidate saying something stupid during a nationwide debate, summer changes to fall, and I just took out out a sweater stored in the back of my closet. I am currently in New York until — I think — November 1st, when — I think — I will return to Los Angeles. Maybe. It depends on work. And money.
As a quick recap, just in case you missed a few episodes of the soap opera, Sophia and I filed for divorce. There are still some loose ends to figure out, like moving out of the house, and joint auto and medical insurance. Maybe California is smart to have a six month waiting period before it is all final because it takes six months just to unravel the ties that bind. Sophia and I are on good terms, except for the times that we discuss subjects like moving out of the house, and joint auto and medical insurance. For now, it is healthier that we are 3000 miles away from each other.
On Monday, I attended my once-yearly game of the New York Mets with my friend Rob. The Mets lost, even though they played the Washington Nationals, a team that is worse than the Mets.
But it was fun to just sit in a half-empty stadium, drinking overpriced beer and eating hot dogs, watching a game where the only importance was to see who which team was going to be eliminated from the pennant race first.
It was Taiwanese Heritage Night at Citifield. Fans came waving Taiwan’s flag, director Ang Lee threw out the first pitch, and a terrible Taiwanese rock band performed during the seventh inning stretch.
I was proud to see another new immigrant group disappointed by the New York team that is not the Yankees. Bring your huddled masses to our shores, oh Miss Liberty, where the Jews, the Italians, the Greeks, the Germans, the Cubans, the Taiwanese, can all have Heritage Nights at Citifield and watch a crappy baseball team lose another game.
I love this old Pepsi sign at Citifield.
When I posted it on Twitter, I was immediately followed by @pepsico. Today, as I was walking in the Village, I noticed this:
I think I might also send this to @pepsico on Twitter, so we become buddies. Don’t tell me that I don’t have any kickass networking skills? If I keep up this pandering, I might be a Pepsi Blogger Ambassador any day, annoying you with Pepsi tweets all day. Note: please don’t tell @pepsico that I still ask for a “Coke” at ALL fast food joints, forcing the cashier to say for the 100th time that day, “We only have Pepsi,” with my inevitable reply being, “OK, fine. Pepsi. Whatever.”
On Tuesday, I met an old friend visiting from Montreal, and we ended up making out in a parked car at a Holiday Inn near JFK. It was an eye-opening experience, since I had never made out in a car before, not owning one until I moved to Los Angeles and bought an old Toyota Corona. Alas, things are too complicated. Life is complicated.
One friend told me that I should wait six months before dating. Another said to have as much sex as possible as soon as possible. Can I compromise and go for three months waiting period with just a little sex?
On Wednesday, I met Marinka at her favorite bar/restaurant in the village. While she insists that she loves this restaurant because the food is good, I have a feeling she is fond of it because they refill her wine glass with her having to ask. We were joined by the delightful Margaret from Nanny Goat in Panties, who regaled us with stories of her glamorous life now that she is officially CBS Sacramento’s Most Valuable Blogger of 2011!
You also might notice that after a two and half year hiatus, I have reemployed my Blog Crush of the Day into action. You can see it both on my sidebar and my links page.
My intention is simple: to remind myself about all the special people in blogosphere, and how they have enhanced my life through their writing, friendship, or kindness.