I am done complaining about it. No more. Why live that way?

Some people are really busy, have kids, or are in a relationship that is stagnant. Even worse, some people neglect their partner. If they take one day to step back from life and hang out with someone they love, even if they have to be reminded to do so, I have no gripes.

It doesn't have to be about the capitalism or the diamonds or the roses or extravagant gifts. I've given great jewelry before just to end up flat on my ass anyway. If that's what the holiday is about, I want no part of it, so I choose to have a different take on things. All that matters is that you spend time together, and whatever that is comprised of doesn't matter to me.

So I think I'm going to perhaps meander on over to a neighborhood martini bar on V-Day and see if there are any single girls to cheer up. Expect success, but if you fail make it funny. If I do fail at least I can have two stiff drinks and stumble home. Shit, I am such a lightweight anymore.

I mean, check it out, even Gary Coleman has someone to love:

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Nice job, my friend!

Proof that I was at tha club:



I spent an unbelievable amount on alcohol. Coming from Buffalo the prices are absurd in Manhattan, but I'm sure if I were there full time and made that kind of coin it wouldn't sting too badly.

The club was awesome. The women were amazing. Every shade you can ask for and then some. It was the UN of hotness. I swear I was the only blonde whitey in the whole joint.

These are the pals I visited. Cool guys. I wish I could hang out with them more.

No poetics this time. Had some good southwest style food last night, and went to Manhattan to a bar called Ginger Man. Great selection, but the price per beer will make you poop. I spent 12 bucks on a Rochefort 10.

It's amazing how people more or less ignore each other. I had forgotten about that. People wear their iPods like shields on the train. Some homeless guy got our attention and pulled his lip over his face, like it was a sandwich bag.

I'm really happy to see my friends. For various reasons I had not been able to make it to New York, but I'm glad I came. Met my buddy's newborn daughter Alexa last night, and tonight I will meet another friend's baby. We're having a little family night before we go out.

Only one more day here. Tomorrow at this time I will be on my way to JFK, ready to come back to you all. I don't know if I really would live here - maybe if I had a shit ton of dollars and were able to live somewhere neighborhood-y. If only Buffalo could get its collective shit together, and actually promote even a shred of private sector growth.

Still want to see some good jazz here. Maybe next time.

The dollar rules all
You've got it all or nothing
Something is missing

Not to be a big complainer, but I really am ready for my vacation. It isn't a full vacation, but I'm ready to leave tomorrow. Ugh, did I mention we have a meeting at 9 AM today at work? 9!! Why!?

I think that Seasonal Disorder is coming on. I want to sit on a beach or under a tree. I'm going to enjoy the shit out of this spring and summer, I'll tell you that much! Looking back last summer I didn't play golf at all. That has to change immediately.

New York looms - it's been forever. I hope the city doesn't suck the energy out of me. My friends have some things planned out and I believe it should be a great time. I'm going to spend lord knows how much money on booze and women if they have anything to do with it.

I also am hoping to meet up with my friend Janine, who I haven't seen in a long time after she moved to NYC. She saw me at my absolute worst some years ago, didn't judge, didn't throw me under the bus. She would sit and listen to me when I was a major wreck. I've never forgotten how nice she was - and how do you thank or repay someone for that? If I could I would get her a diamond.

Meeting now. God help me. Have a good humpday, peeps.

EDIT: Phew, meeting wasn't the end of the world, although now I feel like I have been punched in the kidney for some reason. I wanted to add that if I get the chance, I might just go to Wall Street and rub the bull down, in the hopes that I become a millionaire, and that our economy really doesn't go circling the john.