It is almost two p.m. on Monday.  I have hours of work ahead of me this afternoon, not to mention the rest of the week.  So what the hell am I doing standing at the South entrance of the Plaza hotel, standing being a misnomer, because what I am actually doing is clinging to one of those electronic parking meters (Muni Meters, I believe), trying to keep my flip flops from slipping off the pedestal, all to get my head above the crowd of fifty or so adolescent Midwestern girls and their mothers?

I look at the middle-aged Midwestern woman standing next to/below me.  “I swear I’m not thirty,” I say.  “Huh?” She looks at me quizzically.  Sigh.  No sense of sarcasm.  What did I expect really?  What kind of people did I think were standing out here?  What could possibly bring together screaming teens, the Plaza, and me, playing hookie from work on a Monday afternoon?  Why, nothing less than the promise of a glimpse of Robert Pattinson emerging from his trailer.

What were you most looking forward to this weekend?

Oh my stars, there was so much I was looking forward to this weekend, but I guess if I have to decide what I was MOST looking forward to it would probably be sleeping in a bed. You see, I live in my brother's attic in Philadelphia these days but I booked a week of work in New York City. Luckily, I have some gracious and accommodating friends that let me crash on their couches, but nothing compares to the comforts of a bed. Granted, I still haven't slept in my own bed since the night before I put it in a Manhattan Mini-Storage unit in May, but a bed this weekend was nice. Also, getting some action.

What were you most looking forward to this weekend?

The highlight of my weekend was supposed to be seeing my friend's band "Black Taxi" play at Mercury Lounge on Saturday. This would be their second headlining show there in the past couple months, and also the second time they'd sold it out. Clearly my use of 'supposed to be' would lead one to the correct assumption I did not make the show. Stupid (really lovely) Steve's Word people made me get DRUNK Friday night, effectively rendering me useless all weekend.

Any additions to your netflix queue?

Apparently after the above referenced evening with what I believe comprises the majority of the Steve's Word staff I decided to add the collected works of Robert Altman. I don't think he was discussed once that night nor did the conversation ever touch on anything more profound than whether it was acceptable to mix jaggermeister and tequila.I guess I just wanted to pretend that something positive could come out of the night. It looks like I also added Hot Rod. Go figure. Let's be honest, that'll get pushed to the top of the queue while Short Cuts languishes at the bottom for a few months before finally being axed altogether.

Rating: Like the old photographs that were once painful to glance at, but now, with a little closure, serve as a warm blanket in lonely nights.

From Oxford English Dictionary:

document
• noun /dokyoomnt/ a piece of written, printed, or electronic matter that provides information or evidence.
• verb /dokyooment/ record in written or other form.
— ORIGIN Latin documentum ‘lesson, proof’, from docere ‘teach’.
documentary
• adjective 1 consisting of documents and other material providing a factual account. 2 using film, photographs, and sound recordings of real events.
• noun (pl. documentaries) a documentary film or television or radio programme.