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i went to a somewhat mandated work dinner for my department at guastavino's, right under the queensboro bridge. there were about fifteen of us, and everyone was talking about what restaurants they'd been to, what movies they'd seen, and what dream destinations they'd vacationed at. people actually said things like "you don't go to nobu for the sushi, you go for the food" and "i haven't even done the basics, like greece and turkey"—i wanted to be eating rice and beans or sitting in two boots theater with my boy. guastavino's was the kind of place that sex & the city opens with while carrie is saying new york something or other.
i went to my uncle's for dinner tonight. he and my aunty come into town periodically while they're traveling to or from europe. they live in hawaii normally. this is where i stayed when i first moved, pennilessly, to the city. we were joined by a cousin and his "friend" and another guy who's friends with another cousin who couldn't attend. it didn't take long to realize that all four single men in attendance were gay, except i was the only one that didn't own real estate. real estate was the topic of most of the evening's conversation, and one of them implied that he dyed his pubes green for st. patrick's day when he was in college (long ago) and the other called veniero's "venereal's," and my cousin was turning red from the champagne and i hoped that i wasn't the only one who felt embarrassed sitting there. going home i got a cab and vowed inside that i would go off on him if he didn't take the direct route home and he didn't and i did and he apologized, then when we got to avenue a said that wasn't so bad was it? and i said naah and maybe i don't need to be around people for a little while, i'm thinking.
posted March 17, 2002 in delivery. 2005200420032001