ok lemme see if i can remember how to do this... it's not even that i don't have interesting things to say. to be honest, actually, i haven't felt very interesting. and yet, i am sure interesting, amusing, entertaining, blog-worthy things have been unfolding right before my very eyes. such as the following events (it should be noted that as i was recounting this amusing tale to a friend, he reminded me that my story-telling talents should be shared with the world... and i temporarily remembered that i had an audience -- of 4 people, including my mother)...

so my new fab roommate and i had a party this past weekend, celebrating her new singledom status (long story). it was a lot of family and close friends... and some random street dudes who apparently knew someone, who knew someone, who was friend-LY with my roommate. and so, here we all are - late 20 and 30 somethings, drinking lovely cocktails, engaging in sophisticated, adult conversation - listening to very sophisticated, adult music (a potpourri of 80s and 90s alterna-, indie, jammy rock music that really just served as background noise). then, in walks these... dudes. how shall i describe them? well, they were young-GER, average guys with little to no fashion sense and apparently an over-inflated sense of musical taste. so these jerzeee boyz were drinking my booze, stuffing their faces with my gourmet food, schmoozing with my peeps and basically living it up for free. and so then the self-appointed leader of the band of guids (pronounced "gweeds") sidles up to me and says, "so, ah, is this your place? your party?" it's hard for me to say, but i am fairly certainly this was not a pick up line. i got the sense that he had an another agenda (although i was looking pretty freakin cute). so i nodded and he introduced himself -- but he was so non-descript that i could not tell 5 minutes after the conversation nor now or ever again what his name was, who he knew to be at the party, or any other details that distinguished him from other guests. i was intently focused on two things -- one, his hoop earring in the top of his right ear (so jersey, so late 90s) and two, the fact that he was actually telling me that he did not enjoy our musical selection and could he change it. so, i think a good minute or two went by before i could actually verbalize any thoughts i was having... such as "are you for real?" and "who did you say you were again?" furthermore, was this dude seriously asking me to turn off u2? he said he and his friends were more "into" hip-hop and could i appease their request? i could not help but to laugh - and while smiling and laughing, i totally and without hesitation denied his request and told him to that i wasn't a dj taking request and the musical selections would remain as is. he seemed sincerely disappointed, thanked me (????) anyway and then drunkenly ambled his way back to his ck-one smelling crew of belmar-loving white boy rap fans. but the kicker -- the best part was when he reapproached me later on in the evening (when i was little more so enjoying the free flow of cocktails). first he asked me about my job (full-time teacher, part-time pole dancer -- j/k). and then he wanted to know about living in hoboken (my hood) and things like parking and the best place to get pizza.... where was this all going, i wondered? i was intrigued. and repulsed all at the same time. and then, he says -- "so would it be cool - and you can say no - but would it be cool if my dudes and i got lit in your roommate's room? i mean we'd close the door and all." being the (former) hipster that i think i am (was, actually) - i knew exactly what he was AGAIN requesting at MY party. and again could not contain my laughter. who WAS this guy? coming into a random party where he and his posse knew exactly one person and dictating music and recreational drug use?!? i have to say, i was not NEARLY as a offended by this request as i was the music -- i mean, come ON. the cure? u2? elvis costello? bob marley? the nerve! to imply that i was not somehow meeting the standards of my audience?!? impossible! unless, of course, you are THIS GUY. and then, he seriously DID proceed to hit on me anyway. he was pretty shameless. it was a little hot, i have to say (seriously - just kidding!)

ok, so it's not a riveting story, but it was enough to make my friend (who i think mostly just humors me) to laugh. so there it is. oh, yea, and also -- i am back in physical therapy for me knee, might possibly have to have surgery and this time my physical therapist ain't being as gentle as the last time (she actually told me to suck up the pain today. masochist.).