Ok there's opera in the park this week. A few people wanted to go. So it was my understanding that we were going to go on Wednesday. Well another girl only wanted to go on Tuesday. So after asking me and me telling her I can't do Tuesday she calls everyone and now guess what- everyone is going Tuesday.

I'm really fucking pissed right now. Just her attitude about everything is annoying me. Last week I got her home safe and sound and never a thank you or anything. Just a comment about how the driver didn't know how to get her home. WTF? I was waiting for the PATH train for an hour, not in some swank car getting driven around in AC.

That's it im going back into hermit mode. No friends. Just me, my books, my ipod and walks.

Now that I have a digital camera and I'm obsessed with it I try to take as many pics as I can. Below as some from last weekend. Look and be jealous:


The Zizz pondering her new life in NYC


The Zizz doing her best Secretary impression. Or looking up boys on myspace. Either one.


The Zizz whooping it up in taxi cab.


Aww Carolyn and her brother Peter.


Me

Kate with a K montage:

Kate is bringin the sexy back.


The she get's fiesty


Only 2 egg sandwhiches will calm the beast that Kate has become.

As promised a pictorial update of my life the past few weeks:

I arrive early to work for golf day. I am less than pleased at being up so early.


I'm more pleased now that I'm sitting on a veranda reading.


I am most pleased once I have a beer and put my feet up.


And once I break the seal this is where I pee.


I decide to mix it up for pee #2. This is the other bathroom. I feel like I'm at my rich Grandma's house (if I had one).


Then the girls and I are going out to dinner. Emily looks like she is about to reprimand me.


Cate plays innocent after glass #5 of sangria. I do not encourage that type of behavior.


Joyce's Birthday. She is happy.


Everyone loves a drinking party in Brooklyn.


If manna from heaven could be a drink it would be this. Jameson, ice tea, honey and lemon.


Notice Joyce's birthday starts during the day and now it's dark. This is how long we've been sitting drinking.


Finally we take the party back to Joyce's. But wait Carolyn is around and we need an adventure. So we spy on a charming old wood worker listening to Patsy Cline.


He has no email address so we can not email him our spy pictures.


I need a day of rest. So I chillax on the rooftop.


I decide to walk home.


I come upon some b boys and a b girl at union square.


I also stumble upon my new motto.


All of this activity has give me attack of the hives.


Again for your viewing pleasure.

Whew, all of that wore me out.

Where I'll be tomorrow:



Scarsdale Golf Club bitches. Oh yeah...

I'm going to try and have the digital camera up and running so I can take photos!