I worked till about 2am this morning and now, but 5 hours later, I find myself awake and making my way back to work. Everything hurts and most of me is still asleep. I am in need of some coffee. I will probably down several espressos and cappuccinos in the next few hours to come. So, get ready world, because a cranky, hungry and tired Yusef is about to grace you with a less then happy-go-lucky demeanor.
I took the picture above at my first restaurant photography gig on Friday. Hot right?
Chants:
I got a Nano for my birthday! I got a Nano for my birthday! I got a Nano for my birthday!
Remember when I thought that I would Pod-ably never have one of my own? Well, now I do. I am so hype. I got i-tunes fever. It is all about the playlists. Here I am, grooving to my music.
Grazie infinite Signore Claudio. Io sono felicissimo! A giochi fatti, non che un compleanno male. Ancora una volta, mille grazie.
My best friend and I have been working on an idea to start a food photography company that services restaurants for the purposes of illustrated menus and advertisements. Here I am today at our first gig. The best part was all the free Japanese food and the beginnings of our portfolio. We are looking to expand, so if you happen to know any restaurant owners or interested parties please let them know and get us connected.
Hic astabo tantisper cum hac forma et factis frustra?
Text on a wall that I enjoyed yesterday morning.
There was no way I was going to deal with this year's winter coat sheading. So, guess who got a Mohawk? I am sure that she hates me for it but she looks so cute. It's like a whole new cat.
My favorite B-day wish today.
Thirty-one! I hate this and every number here after. I won’t start wearing my age with pride till I am well into fifty. I guess that means that I have another 19 years of uncomfortable how-old-are-you moments and the endless (hopefully) lines of wow, you look great for you age. I am thirty one and honestly feel that I have nothing to account for it. I mean, I am working on that part and have so many memories, good and bad, as proof of a life well lived.
Yet, I lack a certain missing element but what it is I do that know. Thirty-one, with no real job (my choice), no education (life’s turn of events), 17 months single (also my choice), been in love only once (couldn’t ensure that one either) and I have hardly an idea of where it is that I will be 10 years from today.
All in all, I contemplated a whole lot during my festive birth anniversary. At the stroke of midnight, I was still at work counting a sum of what was too be 100 dollars less then what I normally make on a Saturday night in the rainiest day of the season thus far. I was surprised with a panna cotta pudding with a candle atop and sung happy birthday to.
My first birthday wish of the night came from Claudio and the second from Casey. Neither of which I was expecting such an early birthday wish from but extremely happy that they did. No one who has given me head or professed deep feelings in the last six months happened to remember. There where two pending calls that I did wait for throughout the day. One was from my family who has broken my heart by already having forgotten a few these last past years. The second came in the form of an e-greeting which was less then I wished for but more then I expected.
I woke up at about 8am after about 5 hours of sleep and got dressed in the nicest dancing gear that I was able to manage with out the need to iron and headed out to a club. Yep, that’s right a club. In the last year I have gone out 4 times in NYC. Once to Club Deep on my last birthday, once to Splash, once to the Monster and the last was in November to limelight where I spent 80 percent of the time in the DJ booth on a leather couch. There where those two seedy bars I attended in Miami but it was Miami and seedy and thus they do not count.
Getting to the club was a real hassle. One, after a 15 hour work day on your feet, 5 hours of sleep is not enough. Two, social anxiety kicked in at the idea of actually reentering a world I for the most part have turned my back to. Three, because I was now 31 which, should have been the ideal time for the unexpected and sporadic yet I had the underlying itchy feeling of little accomplishment hindering my celebrative mood.
After well over an hour of inner battles, I finally called a cab and left the house. I was kind of pleased with my appearance and was convinced that I looked rather yummy despite the anxiety attacks I was secretly struggling with. I finally got to Crobar and walked into Long Island’s Guido Sunday morning alternative to church. The club was a strange mix of what seemed like an 80 percent hetero/ 20 percent gay crowd. Identifying individual sexual preference did however become increasingly difficult to tell through out that morning. I knew maybe 5 people in the crowd of hundreds. They where quiet the contrast to my just woke up not too long ago and showered face. I was for the most part lost in a sea of strange, bloodshot, strung out faces.
My being lost in that turbulent sea of others too high to really notice me and such few who actually did know me, turned out to be a great blessing. At first I deemed it a curse as I bumped into one torso after another making my rounds to find familiarity in the space. After some time, I realized that it was just me and the music. I then took her in and we became one. I danced for hours.
I got home at around 1pm and slept until about 7pm. I woke up to several e-cards, my mom’s voice and 3 new Netflix DVD arrivals. I ordered Chinese. Walked one block to my best-friends and received my first (so far only) birthday present. It was a Gepe light box for film and slides. I was super happy because it was just what I wanted. I then smiled the remainder of that night.
And then, he awoke, much happier today than that of yesterday and perhaps tomorrow and he then sang much louder than that of yesterday and perhaps the days to come. He lost himself in a centric world of bygones were imagination ruled and Newtonian physics, or more importantly caprices, fail to hinder. A place where now begins where we left off and love, as here, blinds like the sun.
I've been really tryin', baby
Tryin' to hold back this feeling for so long
And if you feel like I feel, baby
Then, c'mon, oh, c'mon
Let's get it on
Ah, baby, let's get it on
Let's love, baby
Let's get it on, sugar
Let's get it on
We're all sensitive people
With so much to give
Understand me, sugar
Since we've to be here
Let's live
I love you
There's nothing wrong with me
Loving you, baby no no
And giving yourself to me can never be wrong
If the love is true
Don't you know how sweet and wonderful life can be
I'm asking you baby to get it on with me
I ain't gonna worry
I ain't gonna push, won't push you baby
So c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby
Stop beatin' 'round the bush
Let's get it on
Let's get it on
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
C'mon, baby
Let your love come out
If you believe in love
Let's get it on
Let's get it on, baby
This minute, oh yeah
Let's get it on
Please, let's get it on
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, baby
Stop beatin' 'round the bush
Oh, gonna get it on
Threaten' you, baby
I wanna get it on
You don't have to worry that it's wrong
If the spirit moves ya
Let me groove ya good
Let your come down
Oh, get it on
C'mon, baby
Do you know the meaning?
I've been sanctified
Girl, you give me good feeling
Artist: Gaye Marvin
Song: Lets Get It On
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