So I went on a second date with a guy (henceforth referred to as Columbia Boy), invited him back to my apartment to hang out, and didn't
sleep with him! Go me!
Wow, it's been a while. I'm sure that any readers I once had are long gone, but maybe if I plug myself in a few guestbooks I can increase my circulation to five or so.
So I'm back in New York City and loving it! There are a few minor inconveniences, like class at eight in the morning and two internships where my primary job functions are photocopying and envelope stuffing, but it could be worse. How many other college kids can say that they were smiled at by Ralph Lauren in the elevator, or spent their lunch hour window shopping at Bergdorf Goodman? In addition to the Ralph Lauren gig I'm interning at Spin Cycle
, a publicity company which, among other things, runs the Pop Rocks parties I'm so fond of. It's an interesting office environment, because I'm the only person there who isn't a flaming gay man. I swear, during the last days of American Idol
the tension in there was palpable. Plus, there is a lot of name-calling ("The cocksucker just put me on hold!"). I have access to comps at several clubs and shows now, which is decent payment for the grunt work I'm doing. I get to go to a magazine launch party next week, and John Cameron Mitchell of Hedwig
fame is going to be there! I know this because I was in charge of putting RSVPs into the computer today.
Unfortunately, my internships leave no time for a real job, so my finances aren't doing so well. My shopping habits are spiraling blissfully out of control, as is my credit card debt (not quite so blissfully). Perhaps I should stand outside of Barney's wearing nothing but a clear raincoat and a sign saying "SUGAR DADDY NEEDED." It could work...