So I had dinner with the Deirdster tonite, we wanted Balthazar but that wasn't to be...so instead we went to an offshoot of said restaurant, Lucky Strike. it was good, and i thought that maybe i was sad that she and eric are heading to the west coast, but turns out it was just gas (JK) or it was that downward swing into my supposed bipolarity (according to NY mag). she and her mom are convinced that i should also move to the west coast...but there's no bloody weather. sun. all. the. time. i would be obligated to in a good mood all the time, and let's face it--if i can't have my roller coaster ride, i'm not use to anyone. de says that everyone is crazy there, which may be true, but it doesn't beat the new york state of crazy. i don't think that their leaving will hit me until they're actually gone, gone, gone. but i'm seeing them in may, so i won't feel too bad. it has been established that whilst she is grown up, i'm still a man-child, but in an endearing john cusack man-child kind of way. but we already knew this.

i thought i was getting moody but my patients were so nice to me today, the healing hands i tell ya---nice ego stroking really is better than zoloft (not that i would know). so tomorrow is the first of their many goingaway parties, over at some bar at the L.E.S. peachy, one o' my roommates, is leaving tomorrow for her clinicals too...it's officially a bachelor pad starting tomorrow.

it will also be jason and donna's babyboo's 1st b-day...which means the trek into the bowels of south jersey (i think, i really don't know where they live on a map--it's just far). can't wait, haven't seen them in a while--and never met the baby. of course, the planning for this was a chore--not that i had anything to do with it--but there was the on queue last minute cancellations (3 this time methinks) and simone handled it all and got us a car--so sim/david, me, the lutster and the deeluv and child will be making the trip.

so my hot salsa instructor will be on the 3rd episode of the sopranos--giving tony's son the finger. sorry, i kept trying to turn you while doing the crossover...i was exhausted. happy, though--b/c i finally stuck the 2 red routes on that damn rock wall that have been giving me trouble, then i almost puked in pilates, which made me a dancing zombie when salsa came around. yesterday, in climbing class--i was solo yet again--which means the instructor would torture me. but it was fun--i learned dynos which only makes u look cool if you can stick it...which means i was only 20% cool out of 10 tries. it's friggin' hard. but much needed rest today and tomorrow...so i'll have no excuses sunday.

eddie izzard dress to kill is on right now...i own this on dvd but i can't not watch this--he just cracks me up. the patester and i know this dvd verbatim. which reminds me that i need to be watching kicking and screaming which the deirdster and i have been quoting since the nineties. once i watch the last days of disco for what must be the 20th time, i will have completed my yearly whit stillman ritual. i am also reading the screenplays to his first 2 movies metropolitan and barcelona, after already having watched them last weekend.

so i think there's a serial arsonist in astoria...big fire this week, big fire last month, and couple of big fires in past 6 months (including one that took the lives of marcia gay harden's niece and nephew)--this is all within a 1/4 mile radius of my apt. could my place be next??

oh yeah...and oliver--fran and i were messing with you all week, sorry---i'm not really into that patient, we just wanted to see how'd u react...b/c we are 8 years old. and you got to treat her today, b/c i purposely stayed with my new patient longer hoping you would jump in there---so stop making that face. got to admit though...you are funny when you're jealous.

trying to think of 70's and 80's songs to download...help?!?!

already covered: styx, ambrosia, crowded house, pet shop boys, player, the doobies, spandau ballet, foreigner, bobby brown, that band that sings afternoon delight, the little river band