Have a nice day

So I was off to get some Chipotle. yum. As I was paying a thought for a blog sparked. 'Have a nice day' How simple. It's something I constantly am saying, because its easy and it puts people in a good mood. Perhaps its because I'm from the Midwest and New York hasn't completely made me a jaded person, but I hold strong. Then on my walk back to work (something you New Yorkers have probably experienced.) I was walking underneath scaffolding. (Sp?) and a HUGE DROP landed on my head. Now here in New York this drop could be anything. Here are the possibilities:

Perhaps a squirrel was wasted and dropped his beer and it spilled on to me?

Perhaps this man was atop and decided to take a break from fixin' shit and spit down onto the pedestrians?

Perhaps wealthy kids who have a balcany in Midtown decided to take a leak onto all the traffic?

Perhaps a bird decided I hadn't had a hard enough week, so he decided to aim for me?

Reality? It was probably a combination of all these things.....god love new york.

Open Bar anyone?

So let me tell you about my evening. I went to a GLAAD event. Yes we sponsored it. I brought over the vodka and some bar mats and got to 'enjoy the event'. It's always enjoyable, going up to a bar with no sign outside, with a door man and red rope and saying 'I'm with Absolut.' He opens up and I get access. Cause without me there'd be no booze and you dont want people to cry do you? Well somedays I do-but that's another topic. So I walk in and there are name tags NAME TAGS PEOPLE! So I knew right away that this party was going to be.....interesting (thank god for the open bar). I am with my friend Patrick and we're getting drunk. This is what we do. We always say 'lets go out for a few drinks' but this ALWAYS ends up being many drinks. So the best part of the night is some guy is giving a toast....I said 'Wow look at those pants, far left." and Patrick says 'Oh, I know which pair you're talking about.' For comical relief they looked something like this:


Ok, not that bad, but instead of the princess there were Pirates, but STILL THE SPARKLES. It was rather entertaining. So then Patrick and I walk to get some food, lord knew I needed it. Guess who calls? My mom. Guess what I did? Answered it and said 'Mom, warning I've had like 4 drinks at an open bar (that was a lie, I had around 6?) She called because I had a meeting with my boss to discuss my future at the company and it was GREAT news, so I was out celebrating and she knew that and was proud, yay moms. However then we went to this other bar, and Sean shows up. You remember him from previous blogs? Well when the 3 of us get together:
It's a crazy evening. They just quit their jobs so they were just getting started on the evenings festivities, I on the other hand had to work this morning (getting chipotle for lunch cause DAMN, I'm struggling) so hopped in a cab and went home around midnight. This is where I discuss about how I can't have a dog. It sounds fun in ideal land, but alas I was with our dog for 2 nights and I CAN'T STAND HER! Seriously, she wakes me up, steals my spot, I'm too selfish for a dog. She woke me up this morning at 6:30 just to say 'Hey, I'm cute-wanna walk me now?' I made it very clear THAT WOULD NOT BE HAPPENING. hmmm I use caps when I'm hung over apparently. Anyway what a crazy night. Also, I've mourned my wallet and passport and have been using patrick's (the one on the right) old ID. So I'm back to being 19 again. Gotta love it. On other news I re-registered to vote in New York City, I'm slowly becoming official.....wish me luck.

Based on previous conversation

So I find myself blogging about one person a lot. That's because against all odds and attempts I can't get her out of my life: Erin Mindell. Well we discuss everyday on gchat world politics and social norms (you know, to get us through the day). Haha, I'm glad you laughed as well. To be fair the occasional issue arises where one or the other gets on their soap box. I wanted to share Erin's (against her knowing it) because I think it's important to address:

It was about Disney. Erin said she hated Disney and, I was like how the hell can you hate Disney? Here's her explination:

"i hate disney because it sells a terrible and unrealistic fantasy of how people should be (tall, skinny and white), how love should be (hetero, bordering on abusive, and rife with gender stereotypes)he [Disney] was a known racist and antisemite, and the fact the company does such a great job of selling the "fairy tale" which they distort to their own wants and needs, to consumers so that people are unwilling to critique it sickens me plus he liked to club baby penguins on the weekend"

Now I disagree....here's why:

#1 I live in this (so there goes your whole agrument of reality vs. fantasy):

#2 Look at all this Diversity:

However I will give her the comment about Walt and his weekend activities:

This is an actual photo of Walt people (I know what you're thinking, how the hell does someone really have a picture like this up on the internet, I was appaled as well)

I rest my case.

I'm a freakin' MESS!

Yes that's true, I am a mess but not your average mess like this :

More like my life is quickly becoming a disaster inside and out and I can't seem to hold on, These are the types of things going on in my head right now:

I'm not kidding-dont fuck with an ape gangsta. Ok for real, I'll get to my current status. So remmeber that guy? The one with the boyfriend? Yeah, him. Well he decided to fuck with my head and buy me 2 dozen white tulips to get delivered to my work. I know, the first time a guy EVER bought me flowers and my reaction: Pissed. Now this isn't because I hate love (against previous thought from previous blogs) but because I'm trying to get this man OUT of my head and what does he do? Make sure he's front and center. I text him a thank you because I am a nice person and can't receive flowers and not reply, but alas he kept trying to contact me throughtout the day and the next. I finally (thanks with a little help from brooklyn lager) text him to say 'if you really do care about me you'll leave me be.' Oh here's a pic of the flowers he sent:

minus all that green crap, and a much more beautiful vase. Anyway I divulge (I know I never do that.) So I haven't heard from him since, which is nice (well debateable). I can attempt to move on. So THEN I wake up this morning and grab all my cards (cause i still dont have a wallet) and my passport for ID to head out the door. I get to the subway and no passport in back pocket. Now I checked with Jill back home and it's nowhere in the apt. or the building, or my bag, or by the super. SOOOO I lost my passport which sucks because now I can't go out for god knows how long because I have to wait for the MAIL for a new letter from Kansas that I need to get a new license for New York (I know, who sends shit in the mail anymore? Kansas is so Oregon Trail). Then on top of that, it has immense sentimental value-with all the stamps and etc. So this lost wallet is becoming QUITE expensive (money I dont have). So then I go to lunch and walk to my bank to dispute $80 in overdraft fees (yup day keeps getting better) cause I had to open new accounts and there were pending amounts and I told the lady that and still these charges show up. Anywho I walk by a woman who says 'orchards $10' so I said fuck it.

These are beautiful and I'm going to buy it to help me be in a better mood. It sorta worked. I'm an optimistic person but COME ON universe, give me something. I'm trying to see the positive, dont be attached to material belongings, the memories are in my head, you could use a weekend not going out to the clubs, blah blah blah but I WANT MY FUCKING PASSPORT BITCHES! I already have 'LOST' posters printed up that I plan on putting up tonight and tomorrow morning on my route to work. I really would like it back, so I'm willing it back to me, wish me luck.....

Did I mention I got married?

So I have a lot to blog about. Get ready, buckle up, and shut up. This blog is about love.

Ugh. Yes that's my reaction to love. Actually when people say lovey dovey things my actual reaction is 'vomit' Not literally vomit, but just I'm not looking for love. Here's why: men are stupid. I bet every woman and gay man just said in their head 'yeah they are'. Now this is not because I haven't been in love before. I have, and it was great. But it wasn't lovey dovey love story movie type love. It was better than that. But that ended and I've been single for about a year and a half now. I honesty enjoy being single. I do (hehe, wedding vows get it? ok moving on). Although every year around this time people start looking for relationships. That's because summer is far away and its cold out and you want someone constant in your life instead of your usual one night stand or '3 week fling'. I even fell into the trap this year. I have known this guy since summer yet have never really considered him an option because he has a boyfriend. Yes, I was a good person and didn't sleep with him. He has another man. But recently we have hung out a lot and I could see myself starting to have feelings for him, possibly even date this man. Indeed, I was drunk one night and told him I'd go off the market for him, alas he is still with this other guy. So last night I had to 'break up with him' before I even got to date him. If I hadn't done it soon, it would of been harder. My reaction to love is more comical than anything, but I'm 23 and in New York-I am no in the market for love, but I believe in it. I am not Charlotte from Sex and the City meeting new people and hoping they are 'the one'. I dont believe in 'the one'. I feel like when I'm ready I'll find someone else who is also ready and we'll settle down. Now I'm not saying I'll settle down with anyone either, I could never get 'ready'. That's way in the future and I'm not sure what I'm doing this weekend-like a good 23 year old. Don't think that I dont have goals, I do-like last night I ran 4.5 miles. I mean I ate mexican food and 3 margaritas after, but still I had a goal of running that much and I did it. But back to boys. I guess I just need male attention and when I rid myself of 'bad attention' or guys that aren't good for me, a healthy Matt...Matt is left all alone wondering where are all the men? So I may seem pathetic but I need men to be interested in me so I can brush them off-haha which is a really funny sentence yet truthful statement I guess when it comes down to it. I also dont like guys who are TOO excited about seeing me again, that I run away from-ask Erin she's seen it first hand. So I'm back to my regular self going out with some friends friday night to go dancing and see where the night leads me. I'm single and I'm not upset about it, I enjoy it. It had just been awhile since I had those emotions for another man and to get rejected or told that 'he couldn't break up with his boyfriend for me'(which is something I didnt ask him to do, just informed him that I could no longer hand out with him, because I was starting to fall) it was just a blow to the ego...c'est la vie. xoxo moving on.....

James is gone, he is in Mexico hopefully drinking some tequila. So Jill and I are left to take care of the Monster (that's our pugs name, not a scary creature under my bed). I have to take her out in the morning and she takes her out in the evening. We're like a married couple (this is where the title of the blog comes into play). We cook dinners together, well she does the cooking, I do the dishes, have a glass of wine afterwards and hang out together and discuss our days. Sometimes its venting about boys, work, or general NY things that annoy us OR we talk about going to a Knicks game, how fun last weekend was, watch a show, or discuss something in the news. We really are all like a married couple, we live together amazingly-just none of us sleep together. So imagine a 50s married threesome couple. Then to top it off last night Jill informs me, she made me lunch for tomorrow!!!! I get home and she made me lunch for the next day??? It was amazing. She rocks. Ok my heated up ravioli is getting cold I need to eat it, and get back to work, I'M OUT!

Events unfold.

I'm in on a saturday night! Call the Times, Post, Some sleezy celebrity magazine! Tragic 23 year old in on a Saturday! I know what you're thinking, what could possibly of happened to Matt to make him stay in on a Saturday? Well obviously I'm going to tell you, I'm writing the damn blog about it. James' birthday was last night. We went to his favorite restaurant and bought him dinner, cute evening. Then we went to a cute bar for some great music. I found out it was free vodka before 11, it was 10:43, guess how many I downed? 3. Those drinks are expensive at that bar, so I took advantage. Then Don, James' random rich friend came and 'took care' of all of us, more free drinks! This could only spell disaster. You're right it did. I then ran into Sean, those of you who dont know who he is he looks like this:

He was my old boss this summer. He's a lot of fun and is a great guy. We are friends now, but no longer work together. sad. So when I see him it means we're getting drunk, very very very drunk-unfortunately. This man forces booze down me (force is a strong word, like I say no) like no one else can. I tell my roommates I need to go home, I'm too drunk to be in public, on my way out Sean grabs me and throws me into a cab and says we're going to another bar. Let it be known I TRIED to be good. I found out were going to this shady bar, but always a good time randomly. I go to pay for a few drinks then with both hands with drinks I go back to Sean, but then I feel something is wrong.....and something was....it looks like this:
In case you can't get it. I'm the guy with the top hat (this is an actual picture take from last night, I wore a top hat!) GETTING ROBBED! The theif was swift. I also now know what you're thinking. Matt was drunk and lost his wallet. NO, I WAS ROBBED! I've had that thing forever. All my cards, metrocard, gift cards, licenses, UN id (that still got me into places free), my old student id (which I use to get 2 bucks off my movie), and my list of places I want to visit before I die. I only had 24 bucks in there, did they not get that I wasn't rich? I would of given them my money, just let me keep the wallet! Bastards! This is Karma, I knew I shouldn't of clubbed those baby seals earlier in the evening. Now I can't access money cause I woke up and it the banks were already closed, closed tomorrow so I have 5 bucks (thanks to sean who gave me cab ride money) to last until Monday. I dont want to be that person in those visa commercials who whips out his checkbook and makes everyone fall and run into each other and dropping all the things they are juggling. Yes if you've never been to New York we're required to juggle everything. This also means I can't go to the bars, can you imagine going up to the bar grabbing a drink then whipping out my checkbook. I laugh thinking about it, but that's because I would never do that, I'd feel like an idiot. Meh, wallets get stolen off to rent a movie, hm with my now stolen blockbuster card-this will be an issue. Note to self: if you club a baby seal you WILL get your wallet stolen.

An interpretive Animalistic Journal Entry

So I was thinking about the differences between Summer and Winter on my walk to work. I hear it's suppose to get warm again this weekend so me hating the world has already decreased. However I just wanted to explain something I've noticed about myself. In Spring I'm flaunting. I dont have big muscles, but I'm tall to be honest when a cute guy walks by I stand with perfect posture and stick whatever chest I have out to 'woo' the walking by fellow. It looks something like this:
However when it's winter out I can not do this. I am bundled up and frozen and just focused on not killing anyone who gets in my way from keeping me from warmth. I have a scarf to cover the neck, but that still doesn't help when a cute guy walks by, I think to myself 'I DONT CARE, STOP STARING AT ME, I'M FROZEN AND MY NOSE IS RUNNING!!!' So I'm a huddle mess and my confidence in witner time takes a hit, because I look something like this:

Thank you and goodnight.