bradley, blondie, barry

me: did you hear ed bradley died? :(

J: i did :(

me: he was so cool.

J: he started out as a jazz dj making $1.50 an hour

me: i heard that!
oh, and blondie talked to t.rich about you.

J: about my loudness? she's louder than two of me most of the time

me: how do you know it was about your loudness?
is loudness a word?
i think it is.
or it should be if it is not.

J: she's asked me to be quiet before
once
is it about that?

me: maybe it's about the crush she has on you!
i'll never tell.

J: maybe
but you have to tell me if she's complaining to her boss about me
what's it for, punk?

me: la la la
i'll never tell.
okay, i'll tell.
yeah, it was about the loudness.
she wants to move to my cube when i leave.

J: i can't help that my voice is a certain timbre
sometimes people come over and bullshit with me and they're mad loud

me: she described your voice as "low and booming".
i think you can attribute that to being 78% all man.

J: i'll leave an anonymous large m&m cookie on her chair with a post-it note saying "you fucked up."

me: i really did just laugh out loud.
i love that idea.

J: I heard you laugh!

me: i don't know why that got to me.
it was funny.

J: i'll start singing barry white songs to her

me: with your loud and booming voice?

J: have you heard the tindersticks?
i can sing like stuart staples

me: have you ever seen "crimes and misdemeanors"?

J: no

me: you should. it's a good one.

J: i will

me: unless you despise woody allen.
i mean, it's no horror show
but someone does get murdered!
well, anyhow, sir, i hope you have an enjoyable evening.

J: thanks, you too
i'm looking forward to tomorrow

me: spicy thai food!
mmmmm!

J: we'll have fun and eat good food!

me: i'll get wine tonight.
do you have a preference?

J: any red

me: cheap shiraz?

J: yes! i'll buy you a drink at the place

me: cool -- barefoot bottles (1.5 liters) for 8.99.

J: hell yes, i'm all 'bout barefoot

me: good -- i'm all about the cheap shit.

J: absolutely
good night!

me: good night, yourself!

***

And we did, indeed, have cheap red wine and spicy Thai food. And, the next morning, we ate chewy whole wheat bagels and drank coffee while sitting in the sun along the East River.

He broke off the engagement again.

Fuuuuuuuuck.