I am just terrible with names.
On Saturday night, a dope ass Chilean poet ripped my ears apart in Spanish, as Martin Espada confirmed his words in English. Afterwards at the after party I got a great chance to converse with the gentlemen. His first name was Raul. His last is unknown to me, but his impact was far larger than names. Because of my weekend job I missed the set by Martin Espada. I was very disappointed to miss it. I'll catch him someday. After the after party.

Last night I took over the kitchen of my Uptown Estate, or Salon Lucero North, and made miracles with raw food. Marinara Sauce is always the key. Chicken Parm has with rigatoni and Garlic bread has never tasted that good. If I do say so myself the Marinara was excellent.
I was going to make Veal Parm but do you know how hard it is to find a decent piece of veal on Moshulou Parkway?
I wonder where Guy gets his veal. I wonder if he eats Politically incorrect meat.
For about a minute I was against veal, but the worst thing happened. I tasted it. Yeah it is that simple. Sue me.
I am slowly getting spoiled by all of these days off. I took another one yesterday. I know I wont have one until Thanksgiving so I guess I was just getting ready for that. Turkey for you, turkey for me, Let's eat turkey in a big red shoe. The holiday season is upon us and commercialism will bring decorations galore. How fun. Shopping, giving, getting, decorating, a Metrosexuals dream. I love wearing holiday clothes too. Being that you can only wear them once a year, they last a very long time. I love snowflake print sweaters. They feel so cozy. Oh and my light blue with white snowflake PJ's. See I don't feel embarrassed to say that because I know of a grown ass man who wears Batman PJ's to bed. So if he can be all comic book nerdy to bed then I can be Metro right? Of course. The truth is that I am not as metro as I would like to be, because it is a very expensive life style. Even though I want to, I still can't get myself to pay $170 on jeans. And I don't care how good my ass looks in those jeans. Yes I have gone to Bloomies to try them on. No just kidding, but that is a good idea for lunchtime today.


Tonight I will be raising the red tent at bar 13. My excitement to see Mara is huge. I still remember he wonderful feature in my apartment. I actually forgot to take pictures of her in my apartment because I was so transfixed. I look forward to the words, the voice and the foot stomping. It will be an evening for the record books.

On Friday I went to Club Macanudo, smoked a cigar and had straight bourbon. I went to PJ Clark’s and had two bourbon, went to Downtown Bronx and had a whiskey, went to G-bar and had a bourbon, oh and to end the night I went to El Caribe and had a whiskey with and a few dances. Marisol and I had a wonderful time. We be a hopping. Needless to say that I was gone by the time we got home. Not stupid drunk or anything, just enough to fall into deep slumber.

This has been an incredibly great weekend. The events couldn't play out any better if they were planned by NBC.
Enough for now, because Monday sucks ass with shit crumbs and I am about to flush.