Music: Never know what we will see. Come take a walk with me.
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Rain popped by to talk some shop. Good catching up with him. Had a cigarette; don't really know why. Felt sick and regretted it instantly.

Suppose I'll regret it more when I'm on the mat and someone's trying to choke me out.

Had a dinner of wine and a sandwich on the grass in Sheep Meadow with my pretty lady, watching two girlies trying to fly a kite.

They never got it up but they kept trying.


Hope you had a nice holiday weekend if y'had a holiday weekend. Me? Worked on the cellar again on the fourth and then popped by the rents to fix their DVR.

Sped home just in time to see the fireworks by my lonely. Got a bit anxious, actually. A sea of people around me in a limited space.

But everyone was super polite and cool. Zero street beef. It was nice; crowd was almost silent, just watching the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air.


Slipped outta there fore the crowd surged home.

Oh, this is before people started pouring in - more than double that amount ended up being there:


Yep - Germany's pretty and China's interesting but the US's still the best country in the world, yeah?

Let's hope those drums stay silent a little longer.


Music: perhaps a bottle of Rose instead
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Spent the last two months planning a surprise birthday for Heartgirl.

Everyone should have a nice surprise from time-to-time. Mine are always of the, "Think you should sit down," ilk.

Started off with a buncha her friends at a tapas joint Saturday. Four pitchers of sangria and 24+ plates of food later, waddled off to M1-5, where we threw the opening party for 72nd to Canal. Heartgirl was totally surprised.

Her best friend brought a huge cake (and I forgot Clara, my newest camera). We barely made a dent in it. Interestingly, her best friend's also Irish and her husband's also Asian. He and I spent the tail end of the night picking at the cake. Mainly cause we just don't let things go to waste like that.

Rain, Paul, Tess, WM, Gio and Hazel all made an appearance too, if only just to drink with me. We had a whole section to ourselves. It was 2AM when we left and 4AM when we called it a night.


Sunday, Heartgirl and I took the whip out in a misguided attempt to go shopping in the burbs. The reason why it was misguided is best illustrated with Boolean logic:

Elements ()

• Gut-wrenching nausea (Gwn)
• Hangover (H)
• Heatgirl (Hg)
• Logan (L)
• Rum (R)
• Wine (W)
• Sundry alcoholic products (S)

Where

• + = "and"
• ~ = "not" or "no"
• - = "but not"
• = = "results in"

Ergo

• L+R=~H
• Hg+W+S-R=H+Gwn

In short, my trip to the burbs was ill-conceived at best.

However, Heartgirl did note that she enjoyed her birthday greatly. She said she was glad she spent it with me, then fell asleep on my couch as I went off to church.

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In other news, the buddy that swung by last time when that woman was screaming Chinatown came by again and brought me out for Malaysian food on his per diem. Man, I miss having a diem.

And I'm becoming a chunky monkey. Gotta start working out again. Stupid cold...

Music: count to five Let's craft the only thing we know into surprise
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Don't wanna go out for my birthday but Paul insists. He, Hazel and WM take me out for some killer Indian food. Afterward, Paul and Hazel pick up a bottle of rum and we kill it on a balcony overlooking Broadway in the Village. Paul even picked up a cake.


Stupid friends won't even let a guy be depressed on his birthday.


Saturday, dash off to Brooklyn for something and rush home to make a wedding for a buddy I've not seen in years. The most beautiful woman in the room spies me walking in and takes my hand.


My world's a small place. Alla my guy friends are comparing their ueber expensive automatic watches. Sold mine to pay for for law school stuff. Miss my Seamaster the most.

But don't have time to be sad. Dash off to see my buddy El for her housewarming. Rain and the gang're there including Tess (who's in Kings, should it not get canceled) and Eve. We all go up to the roof, which is dark. But not in a cool way, more in a pitch black kinda way.



While there, get a call from a girl Shin I've not seen in 15 years telling me she's in town. She's a professor now. Crazy. So we meet up and soon, about eight of us are in a karaoke bar downtown where people are butchering Phil Collins.

My brother's best friend is there with her 18 year old sister who delights in the fact that I'm, quite literally, twice her age now. She puts a note in front of me that makes me laugh. But it's almost 3AM and Shin's boyfriend turns out to be a drunk douche so I bounce before I can deck him.


Yesterday, I see Heartgirl. We go out and she has a glass of wine and listens to my stories. I like her more than anything. Even rum.

Today, have dinner with the family at an all-you-can eat buffet.


Thanks for the birthday wishes, they meant a lot to me. Really. Every writer likes knowing that someone, somewhere's reading them.

Music: I'm tearing at the seams. You on the other hand
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My birthday's this weekend but I've got more weddings to go to. Wedding season has begun again. So Heartgirl gave me my gift early.



Today, spent the day running around looking for coin to pay my dentist and accountant, waiting in line at the bank, and trying to straighten out some mobile issues.

Days like the past weekend help me get through the rest of them.


Music: I like me so much better when you're naked
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Think Heartgirl's tired of hearing me talk about my life so I've been trying to talk to her less. Guess I don't blame her, got a lot on my mind. So, RE Mike invited me out to the premier of Peter & Vandy where we chatted up some folk and a tall drink of water bought me a tall drink of rum.

But I swung by Paul's new pad first where he was unpacking.

The next day, met up with Heartgirl for onea my oldest buddy's wedding in Brooklyn. Heartgirl and I then got lit together and stumbled across the Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan. Told her I lived here my whole life and never walked across it before. It's true.

Her shoes kept getting stuck in the walkway and we couldn't help but laugh.


Life's been stressful lately. Can't keep taking the disappointments.

But the flip side's the unexpected kindness, the grace I'm always talking about. Like old friends that make an appearance.

My friend Steel, his real name, stopped by and dropped off a rack of prime rib and some fillet mignion cause he heard I wasn't doing so hot. And Bryson called me up to tell me he's gonna be a pop.

And the last little bit I got tonight. Closing an office isn't just shutting the doors and kicking everyone to the curb. There's a lotta shredding involved. A lot of it. Was up at 4AM and it was 10PM in front of my shredder when my wrestling coach calls me.

It made the hour commute home not so sucktastic. Cause, in some way, that's what everyone's been saying, that maybe I can hold my own once I get better.


Music: a hustle here and a hustle there
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Gio had his annual birthday party this past weekend. His buddy, Ron, rented out this entire club in Times Square with a top-shelf open bar and scantily clad dancers. Wish I brought my camera. Heartgirl met some old friends of mine and brought some of her own.

Two fellas were hitting on her so I took the time to sneak away and stuff my face and watch them try. Ended up talking to an old friend who's taking a break from her boyfriend because after eight years, she's still not a Mrs. but rather a Ms. She's probably one of my most attractive and sweetest friends.


Heartgirl recently saw the Sex in the City film. One of the characters is stood up at her wedding. It's funny - I always wondered who'd try to marry someone that might bail. Figured that it's something one would know beforehand, right?

Gave her a hug as Heartgirl sat down next to me and patted my hand.

I then drank enough rum to kill an elephant and stumbled home at 3, I think. But, as always, woke up without a hangover. Rum's the best.

Was trapped in my apartment into Monday due to the snowstorm.


An eyelash was on my face so she told me to blow it off her finger and make a wish, so I did.

Music: something to keep the chill From freezing our own free will
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Was walking to church tonight when I accidentally kicked a piece of ice and and it skidded along when a guy kicked it back, by accident. So I kicked it back to him and he kicked it into the street. As we passed each other, we had the exchange above.

Had a very quiet weekend. I saw my friend Nadi for dinner where I chatted up these two pretty girls. They asked what I was doing in their town and I told them was seeing my girlfriend. After that, they ignored me for the rest of the night, which I found amusing. Convinced Nadi to come into the city with me and she met Heartgirl and Paul.

Saturday, Heartgirl and I went to the Museum of Natural History and saw the Cosmic Collisions - very cool. They had a blinking keychain with my name on it. She grabbed one too that just happened to be the name of her ex. It's hard to compete with an imaginary person. Plus, her creepy friend just sounds like a really needy tool. He makes me wanna roll my eyes more than wanna take a shower these days.

Went home and caught Can't Buy Me Love with her - which was the very first movie I ever went on a date with. Was 14 years old then - man, I'm old. Hadn't seen in, quite literally, decades. Was good except for the clapping. Hate when they have clapping scenes in films and every 80's high school film had one.

Suppose I have reservations about Heartgirl cause the more you let someone in, the bigger the hole they leave if they...leave. So I'm always the guy that bolts for any reason whatsoever - better to bolt before you get too attached. Maybe it's too late. I rather like the quiet nights of my boring life. Sorry guys. Oh wait - I grew a beard. That's about as exciting as my life gets these days.


Music: crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes
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Was walking home over the chilly weekend when a dragonfly settled down on a stoop in my neighborhood. Guess I'm not the only one that thinks NYC's lovely in the Fall.

Saw Heartgirl over the weekend. She made an offhand comment about something, which I don't remember in the least - cause she called me her boyfriend.

Been called someone's boyfriend three times in the past 2.5 years. And the previous two times freaked me out. Decidedly. This time though, it was quite nice. More than nice. It was whatever's the opposite of freaked out.

She hates, hates, hates, that I referred to myself as a womanizer but I told her that it was what I was and not what I am. Just cause she asked, though, I'm going to try and stop using the term completely. Before I do, however, gotta mention that Rain had two of his students interview me recently as a "pick-up artist" - which I never was.


As an aside, both interviewers told me that they expected someone completely different. I like to keep people on their toes.

In other news, PCD and I chatted online recently. She too said it's ok for me to write of her again.


Went home to find a jar for the dragonfly cause I didn't want it to die in the cold. When I got back it was gone. Things're always made of sterner stuff than you expect, yeah?

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Meet a pretty German girl Monday night on the way home. Woulda asked for her info but, as I said, I'm distracted. Naja, I say, angenehm...tschüss.

Get home, shower and run out the door to meet up with LisaV. We're supposed to go to a church function but she can't get outta work so we meet up at Mooncake Diner. It's packed so we bounce to Excellent Pork Chop House for take out and head back to her place where her roommate's painting. We inhale it all over conversation and a glass table. Surprisingly, it's actually excellent.

Head out to meet up with an old friend but we can't coordinate so I swing by Rain's for some scotch. A photoshoot's going on with some models so I take a few pics of them and his new canine friend before taking the long walk home.

Tuesday? Tuesday was a whole 'nother story.





Music: And now I'm never gonna get to sleep
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Stayed in on Friday; just tired and irritated. Saturday morning, saw PCD for brunch. We ended up cooking and I made a frittata. Since she was a pro, I was flattered that she thought it was good. Went off to class and got a beatdown. I'm quite literally COVERED with bruises (do not click if squeamish). Should take up yoga. Or at least something that doesn't involve people stabbing, slashing, kicking, choking, strangling and punching me. Yes. Yoga.

Spoke to Heartgirl afterward. She confided in me something and I was a bit touched. We're more alike than she knows.

Saturday, LisaV invites me to a house party downtown. It's a literal and figurative sweatbox. An hour in, a girl grabs me and sticks a huge bottle of tequila down my throat and, later, kisses me on the cheek - of course she's 22. Before I leave, another girl leans in and kisses me too. Huh. Must be the tequila. Close out the night with this cool blonde that boxes and threw me a nasty uppercut. Impressive.


At 2:00, walk LisaV home across the LES. Woulda been terribly romantic if she wasn't seeing someone and I wasn't...so damn distracted.



Music: Once again I found myself with my friends
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Just walked in the door from a wedding of one of my oldest and dearest friends. We're all different but ever the same. Aren't the best friends the ones where you can just pick up where you left off - even it was years ago?

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A building around the way caught fire. HEI stops by for brunch but we're captivated by the heat from flames. Quite something, those firemen.


Friday night, meet up with PCD.


End up walking around Columbia for a slice of Koronet Pizza and lounging on the steps to the library.


Saturday, wrestle. PCD's a little freaked out that I'm pretty much constantly covered with black and blue marks; I look like an abused child.

Saturday night, meet up with Heartgirl and some friends downtown. We end up alone, just after midnight, and chat.


I kiss her goodnight and she hops into a cab. We're supposed to meet up Saturday but she's always ditching so I don't expect to actually see her. As I turn around, I lock eyes with two pretty blonds, smile and start chatting with them.

The wedding was beautiful. I'd like a wedding like that. Suppose, I'd have to find a girlfriend first, though...

A buddy swings by on Friday for a visit but I don't have much time to hang out. Spend the night watching the last James Bond flick (which rocks) with HEI and some takeout.

Saturday's a strange day. Get caught in the rain before I head to a dinner party with the girl in the top pic from this entry when Syd's lens cap falls into the subway tracks. Have to wait an hour for someone to fish it out. At the party, the toilet gets clogged and I'm the only one that tells the host about it. Course, people think I did it, but whaddya gonna do? Meet a blue-eyed girl whom I walk back and tell I'll meet up for caramels. She says she's game.

Because of the movie, lately a lotta people tell me that my life is like the male Sex and the City. Dunno - never seen an episode. Don't understand why, though, it's not like I sit around drinking pink drinks, gossiping all the time and jumping from bed to bed. It's tough enough falling asleep in my own bed.

Besides, life is in the living - you should be living your real life and not watching someone else's made up one, yeah?

Unless, of course, it's James Bond.

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Yes, it looks like something interesting. It's not, just friends.

Been wondering if the SING really exists. It's the hopeless romantic in me; after thinking HeartGirl was her, now I keep wondering if I'll ever run into her again. How ridiculous.


Music: maybe You're gonna be the one who saves me
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Friday, meet up with WM and Paolo for a party at Duvet. Not my scene. We bounce and meet up with Elle and company for some rum and beer at Reservoir. Meet a girlie who thinks I look too young. I tell her I'm not.

On the subway going up, I bump into three lovely young German women, smile and say, Hallo, habe ich ein Witz fuer euch - ein Typ...usw, usw, usw...

Saturday, see the girl that I thought was the Ship in the Night Girl who says the above. We chat from midnight to four again before I put her in a cab and take the long walk home, just for old times sake. Walking home I think of something: this girl has green eyes. The SING had green eyes. I think. You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue.

Sunday, meet up with Rain downtown to do a month's worth of laundry. He makes me stand on a plank of wood he's cutting with a powersaw as my whites hit the rinse cycle. Later that night, attend Cappy's wedding an upscale midtown Greek restaurant. I see friends I've not seen in 15 years. They ask me how I am and I lie and say I'm fine.

Outside, take a picture of the attractive hostess who looks up at the sky and tell her that I won't take her number but I'll give her mine. She smiles and says that very gentlemanly. It's my turn to laugh as I hand her my card. Of course, she's 21, but not, however, a pescatarian.

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Since I lost my phone, I ran through all my old messages.

I'm sorry I couldn't come...
Mr. Logan, this is...

The last one stopped me cold.

In response to the person that sent me an email a while back, the answer is: 24 hours. Sometimes less than that. Sometimes it just takes one screwup to go from being someone that calls and says Hey it's me, to being a complete stranger.

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Yesterday, was out in Brooklyn grabbing some court papers. Not fun. Sheridan had a dinner to attend and the hostess wrote to him, "Make sure you invite Logan Lowe!" He laughed and said I had to come. It was another catered affair with wealthy lawyers, entertainment people and artists.

The hostess was trying to set up Sheridan with people. She said that she would say, That's a lovely dress/outfit, to indicate that the lady was available. Clever. People said she fixed up Kevin Klein and Phoebe Cates. Who knows?

A French waitress I briefly dated was there completely by random. Literally, completely unexpected. She told me to call her; told her I would.

Bounced early with this clothing manufacturer because Sheridan got us into the Hamptons party in midtown. It was thrown by the same guys that threw this and this. Open bar, beautiful people, the usual song and dance. Walking around, bump into the French waitress again! Call me; I will.

John Leguizamo was the guest of honor - and the host mispronounced his name, which clearly pissed him off. Had a lot on my mind, and rum in my system, so I really wasn't into it. Sheridan and hopped before midnight. Walking up 10th Avenue, I rang someone.



Music: I am not an ill-willed person I do not wish bad things for you
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Friday, go to a party thrown by Jenny and friends - they hired a bartender and had an open bar. Sweeeeeet. Saturday, spend the day roaming the hood with with HEI. We end up having a wind-tunnel-like lunch at the Boat Basin. She's all sorts of lovely.

Saturday night, go to a friend's b-day party. Meet someone I swear is the Ship In the Night Girlie.


She and I hang out with Paul and WM til six in the morning. We finish up the night at a French bistro downtown as the run rises. Lose my phone - ugh. That's a whole entry in itself.

Don't get into bed until 7AM. Wake up a little while later and run in the rain to meet up for a memorial lunch for Mike. His sister gives me an envelope fulla singles; said she wanted me to hand them out to anyone that asked for help cause Mike woulda liked that. Said I would.

Hop off to church where I meet a girl from Holland and end up walking this girl Beth home - she's involved but fun company. Give her the nickel tour before we run into Jenny and some other people 'round the way.

Finally get a few moments to think. Wonder if I'll ever see Ship in the Night Girl again. Stupid isn't it? You see a girl for a moment and she's in your head weeks later?


There're numbers I'll never get again in that phone I lost. Seems like more ships pass me in the night than I thought.

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Ran into my friend Christianne tonight too. Here's a story about her or you can just listen to her sing to you now...


Music: Hey Snowflake! What 'cha doin on Arlington Place?
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I'm getting sued again by someone else. It never ends.

Tuesday night, skip fencing to see the pretty Hazel-Eyed Italian for a private party on a rooftop garden on Fifth Avenue. It's a catered affair with an open bar and we pound rum all night in between getting massages and chatting with Pat Kiernan and his wife. HEI and I duck out to catch a late night flick. The next day, she tells me she's not hung over at all. Ah, the power of rum.

Wednesday night, meet up with Elle at the South Street Seaport. She'd never been either and took me out for my birthday. We walk from there a mile or so to a friend's place where we end up shooting the breeze until midnight. I tell her that most of the women I meet are usually bi-sexual. Or don't want kids. Or are 22. Or don't want to ever get married (like her). Or something. She laughs.


Thursday. Wonder what the weekend has in store for us.

Friday, crash a party with some amazing food by this gorgeous 5'9" woman. Also meet this 6'1" Italian woman who's looking for some people to hang out with so we exchange info. Man, wish I were taller, wish I were a baller. Oh well.

Saturday, hit up a party and play with a killer camera and take all these pics. Round 11, meet up with this girl Yvey as well as her friend Pyro. Then at 2AM, meet up with my buddy WM who's hung up on a girlie. Tell him that the girlie'll either call or not but either way, it resolves itself. He asks how I'm sure.


Sunday had a date with French girl that started and ended there. Also saw a friend and just wept - but it was cause we got ourselves into a laughing fit and couldn't stop. I think we laughed for five minutes straight.

Speaking of weeping, made yet another woman cry, but for different reasons:


I like to mix it up. Do something good every once in a while.

It helps me forget people 'n things.
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