So its 7:30A.M. and I'm at work. I had to come in and finish a memo so it could be on the CEO and COO's desks when they walked in. I don't really mind coming in early. I miss my gym routine, but I'll go after work now. I would never go in the middle of the day and shower there, because, for some reason, you never really quite stop sweating even after you take a shower at the gym... then you get that weird watery sweat that trickles down your forehead when you think you're done. Trust me, I know this stuff... I'm half Italian. As a nationality, we sweat second to none. Now, I have a few moments, so I'll just chat here for a bit.
Last night I went to the Philharmonic's Concert on the Great Lawn. I have to say, there are very few things in this city I enjoy more. Its really something to be laying down on a blanket in the middle of the lawn, surrounded by thousands of other quiet people, under the stars, listening to classical music. People bring wine, cheese, cookie pies... all sorts of stuff. I brought two pizzas and wound up sharing the leftovers with some of the concertgoers around us. I couldn't believe how excited this old lady was next to us over a slice of pepperoni. People love free stuff.
So it was me, Deirg, Jeff the Intern, and basically a group of Jeanne's friends. (I always go to call her "Jean", but she pronounces it "Jeannie".) Jeanne did the mentoring program and now she plays on the GM softball team. I had a lot of fun, and it was really good to have Deirg out with me. I'm always cautious there, because I don't tend to mix worlds with Deirg. Its not that I don't want people mixing with her... she's a lovely person. I love her... in fact, everyone loves her. My family loves her more than they love me, I think, which is ironic, because they think she saved my life when I had lyme. She's my best female friend and she's never even met half of the people I hang out with. I actually wish she met more of my friends, but she's... well, kinda shy or intimidated around new people. She's just more content to hang out with her closer friends than make idle chit chat with new people, and to a certain extent, I can appreciate that. It just makes it hard when I'm more of an idle chit chat guy and all the people I know are randomly dispersed.
So, I said the funniest thing yesterday about Martha Stewart:
"Its only a matter of time before she stabs someone in the shower with a pinecone shiv."
I'm seriously considering putting some material together to do some amateur standup. I think I have some great material.
A few routines:
--New Yorkers needing to step in front of the furthest person out when they wait at a streetcorner. By the time the tenth person gets there, they're three quarters of the way across the street already.
--Confirmation numbers: No one on the face of the earth has ever actually needed to use a confirmation number for anything. Why? Because whatever system they have that uses a confirm number, it also has your NAME!
I don't really have more on Martha, but I think that pinecone shiv thing is good enough to build around. :)