My Friend Marvin
My friend Marvin called me this morning at 7:30, just to talk. Marvin’s a friend of mine from NC. A long time friend of the family, he’s a little older, around my mom’s age, actually. We became friends when I worked for him while I was in high school. He cleaned houses and did misc maintenance type services for upper middle-class families and small businesses in Winston-Salem, so he’d pick me up around 5:30 on Saturday mornings to go do things like rake leaves or strip and wax floors. He was the one of the few people who came to visit me when I first moved to NY. I was very homesick at the time. He had always been a work-a-holic and never took a vacation, but after that first visit to NY, he came several more times. A few years ago he started getting sick. Until the last 3-4 years, he was always very strong and healthy, but now he takes a lot of medication and doesn’t get around very much. Why do I bring this up? B/c I feel guilty that the only time my friend Marvin can reach me, is if he calls me at 7:30 in the morning and wakes me up. That’s pathetic. I am too damn busy.
I told Danny that I feel like I have pretty much every minute of my life scheduled until the end of ‘05. He said that would make him crazy. I said “exactly.”
I send major props out Robin and Jay. They had an extra ticket to Monday night’s Stereophonic’s show down at Bowery. So instead of doing my homework on the subway, eating dinner and passing out on the couch from exhaustion as I had planned (and was scheduled) to do, I further neglected my studies. The show was great! Actually, I had interviewed the guys back when I was in college. Now I want to be a rockstar again. I wonder how many rockstars have MBAs?
This weekend is my drum corps parade in Bayonne. I am looking forward to it, but I am ready to take at least one time commitment off my plate.
