<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964</id><updated>2012-01-30T01:08:19.281-05:00</updated><category term='Danny'/><category term='str8 guys'/><category term='TKE'/><category term='jocks'/><category term='Alumni'/><category term='Beer'/><category term='Quinnipiac'/><category term='erik'/><category term='Hello'/><category term='The Ring'/><category term='from the past'/><category term='fate'/><category term='Tim'/><category term='Gay'/><category term='NYSC'/><category term='Therapy'/><category term='robot chicken'/><category term='Gym'/><category term='Justin'/><category term='The Real World'/><category term='Slugger'/><category term='Dan'/><category term='internet'/><category term='chat'/><category term='high school'/><category term='Giants'/><category term='football'/><category term='Allen'/><category term='Rugby'/><category term='facebook'/><category term='Fraternity'/><category term='David'/><category term='adam'/><category term='Drunk'/><category term='tony'/><category term='bars'/><category term='ryan'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='pist off'/><category term='his ryan'/><category term='Life'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Rants'/><category term='LA'/><category term='Working Out'/><category term='Dieux du Stade'/><category term='locker room'/><category term='fun'/><category term='nyc'/><category term='closet'/><category term='Trainer'/><title type='text'>Overnight in New York</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>511</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2546047469943302283</id><published>2012-01-03T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T16:58:01.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whelp, I think I have a boyfriend</title><content type='html'>A funny thing happened this weekend. I introduced Chris to a bunch of my friends this weekend. Pretty much every one who met him loved him. My friend Mark, who seems to be my best friend here, thinks he's an awesome guy. This was the third night we ever hung out together and I gotta say that I am just really happy around him. He walked me home and I told him to come upstairs with me because "it was cold out" He ended up spending the night and we honestly just cuddled next to each other that night. It was fantastic. The next morning we were talking in bed about everything and nothing when he told me that he doesn't want to meet anyone else and that he loves spending time with me. He wants to focus on me and only me. With out doing the whole "Do you wanna be my boyfriend" high school question he essentially told me that I am the only guy on his radar. I lied and told him the same thing. I know... You're screaming... "JP you're a fucking idiot"I know. I just could not tell him that I have also been seeing this guy Nate for the past few weeks. Nate is this incredibly looking guy who I met at a local bar. He lives up in Harlem and is a Broadway actor/grad student. When hanging out with straight friends I make a decision to stop at at least one gay bar on my way home before turning in. This one night back at the beginning of December this guy Nate approached me. He is just all kinds of fantastic looking. I started conversation with him and we just hit it off. He's a bit young but for what I am looking for but he was just so cute. Turns out that he had come up next to me because he thought that I was really cute. Since meeting him I have hung out at the place he waits tables to just say hi and see how he is doing. I haven't seen him since before Christmas and he's been a flake since we last saw each other. Right now I am extremely happy that I have a guy like Chris who likes me, tells me that I am handsome and even roots for the Giants. Did I have the heart to tell this guy that I have gone on dates and have been interested in other guys. No. In my mind, Nate was a play toy that I thought I wanted something more with because he's incredibly hot. Chris is the whole package. I'm focusing on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2546047469943302283?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2546047469943302283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2012/01/whelp-i-think-i-have-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2546047469943302283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2546047469943302283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2012/01/whelp-i-think-i-have-boyfriend.html' title='Whelp, I think I have a boyfriend'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-68629368974372919</id><published>2011-12-27T10:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:39:07.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A follow up</title><content type='html'>When I am out at a bar it is easy for me to go up and start a conversation with a random guy. I have no problems going up and talking to someone. Over the last few weeks I have met some really cute guys and have had some hilarious antics while out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my "Go Fuck yourself, 2011" post below I got some encouraging words from friends on here. I needed to post a follow up to the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a date this week with a guy I met at a bar last weekend. This is how we met... The events of the night brought me back to a certain bar here in the city. My friend Adam decided to go home and I was left at the bar all by myself and decided that I wanted one more beer. Call it fate. Call it the Universe reading my blog and saying, "Oh wow... we have fucked this guys life up a lot this year... here you go"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl comes up to me and starts conversation. Behind her is this really cute Italian guy.&amp;nbsp;Crystal&amp;nbsp;blue puppy dog eyes, fantastic white smile and he is staring at me. His friend asked me some bullshit question and it was all a ruse to talk with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was simple bar conversation... most of it about the holidays. Now, I have had conversations with cute guys in bars before. I have felt that lust that one may have for a guy you just meet. The lust where you just wanna rip their clothes off, go down on them and call it a night kind of lust. I did not feel that with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt this overwhelming connection with Chris. Over the course of the rest of the night Chris and I talked about anything and everything. His friends left to go to a diner and we stayed behind to talk. Then he said&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;where I truly believe the Universe stepped in and brought us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him no. Over the next hour he kept asking me, "Are you sure you don't have a boyfriend?" I laughed and eventually asked him why he kept asking me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he had been burned by guys a lot lately with whom he has dated and then found out that he is "the guy on the side" and did not want to go through with that. After having that happen to me pretty much all of the fall, I saw that as a sign of some kind. Call me crazy but I do believe in fate... and a lot of crazy other shit too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a date a few days ago and I can honestly say I am really into him. Not just because he is a cute guy and I am attracted to him... it's the little things that he has said to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of a conversation at dinner he just blurted out, "Damn it you are beautiful." and "You are such a man's man I fucking love it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are hanging out on Friday and possibly having a sleep over. I hope this feeling doesn't fizzle or fade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-68629368974372919?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/68629368974372919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/12/follow-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/68629368974372919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/68629368974372919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/12/follow-up.html' title='A follow up'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-3456690515026353704</id><published>2011-12-22T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T12:00:06.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 - Go Fuck Yourself</title><content type='html'>Well 2011... you were a year of transitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 weeks of 2011 are always met with frustration and reflection. You have to buy gifts, it's cold, it get's dark around noon so all you want to do is sleep... and the Giants are usually starting to implode leading me to drink a lot more and not go to the gym because it gets dark around noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2009 I celebrated New Years Eve in Rome. Rang in 2010 and said that it would be my year. I moved to LA and then back to NY. I have spent a full year in NY and feel like I am still in the same cycle of repetition.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 is going to be different and here's why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the year as a writer for a cable news show. I should really use air quotes there but nonetheless I was a writer. In March, the Network approached me with a freelance producer position which I took and have been doing ever since. Well, one of my good friends who I work with got a promotion and is moving to the West coast and he has recommended me to take over his job. I've been told by his boss and numerous other people that I will most likely be taking his job and that in the new year, I will be offered a contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOYAH. Things are looking up. I am good at what I do and people recognized it. Already... 2012 is looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Relationships&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a year of transitions for me when it comes to relationships. I have become more cognizant of my relationships with people. Not just the dates I go on but with my friendships. A lot of friends I have here in the NYC area have just evaporated. Mostly because the majority of them are now in relationships and only hang out with other couples and do what couples do best. Be lame and go to bed at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as men go... I have come to the conclusion that all men are fucking awful. My dating life has become so comical that I have decided to write a web series based on my exploits. I have had some pretty incredible exploits over the last few months that include hooking up with a bartender at the bar, meeting a bunch of guys with&amp;nbsp;boyfriends&amp;nbsp;and husbands and semi-dating a former Marine who turned out to be dating a cousin of mine who is female.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to rant for a little bit.... but guys with boyfriends I need answers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My&amp;nbsp;roommate&amp;nbsp;is in a&amp;nbsp;situation&amp;nbsp;where he is falling for a fuck buddy of his. The fuck buddy in&amp;nbsp;question&amp;nbsp;is in a relationship and is moving to London in a few months. Apparently the guy woke up and tried to get his partner to have sex. the partner was tired so he said go on grindr. My roommate and this guy have now been fucking off and on for a month. Why do guys in relationships do that? Having open relationships is incredibly common in the gay world right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I seem to only meet guys who are in relationships. The last guy I slept with picked me up at a bar. I was walking out with friends and he stopped me to talk. his sexy British accent kept my attention. Later that night after round 2 the guy answers his cell phone (at about 5:30am) and says, "Hey... yeah I am at a diner with friends. I am on my way home.... (hangs up) that was my boyfriend... he's waiting for me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why we didn't go back to his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Juan says that he has come to the realization that he will be single for the rest of his life. I have the same thoughts and then I think to myself that being single is kind of&amp;nbsp;awesome. I have all these fun stories to tell my straight friends when we meet up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is hard here in NYC. I'm having fun. I wish someone would come out and swoop me off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012... let's hope that man is out there somewhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-3456690515026353704?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/3456690515026353704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-go-fuck-yourself.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3456690515026353704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3456690515026353704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-go-fuck-yourself.html' title='2011 - Go Fuck Yourself'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2108317948921638918</id><published>2011-10-14T06:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T06:39:47.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Stood Up</title><content type='html'>There is nothing worse than getting stood up on a date. Especially after a guy that you really like and want to get to know does it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, shit happens. If you can't make it or just don't want to meet up with me... fake an excuse and don't just leave me hanging. Everything happens for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how this date was planned. About 2 months ago I was out for a boozy night with friends at &lt;b&gt;Therapy&lt;/b&gt;. We were downstairs celebrating a friend of a friends birthday. I saw this guy in a red flannel shirt just kind of hanging by himself. He looked cute. I got into conversation with friends and lost sight of him. Happens all the time when you're out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to make our way upstairs to check the scenery out and as I walked up the stairs there he was. The guy in the red flannel shirt. I smiled at him and he smiled back. He came up to me and introduced himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, I'm Red Flannel Guy" he said. Ok, that's not his real name... I just don't want to use his real name or even try to be creative and give him a pseudonym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made small chit chat and he asked me for my number leaned in and gave me a kiss. He was heading out with his friends and then just like that he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next week we text each other back and forth but never set anything up. One day I decided to give him a call but only got his voicemail. I left the ball in his court and never heard back from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I was out with the same group of friends and was running late. I got to the bar late and went right up for a drink before meeting up with friends. As I am waiting for my drink this guy starts to talk me up. We get to talking and end up chatting for about 20 minutes. He was enthralling, funny and charming. Not to mention handsome. I tell him that I need to go find my friends because I had been running late and I ask him for his number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I put his number in he comes up in my phone as "Red Flannel Therapy"... I told him he was already in my phone and he said, "This must be fate. Everything happens for a reason"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After planning our date for last night... I sat at the bar of his favorite restaurant waiting for him. He never showed. I had text him earlier in the day asking if we were still on for 7:30 and got nothing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting stood up sucks. The bartender knew what was going on and gave me a free drink which... helped.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I will say this... the last few months have been fantastic when it comes to dating guys. There have been ups and downs... by far a lot more ups than I have previously ever had. When it rains, it pours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting stood up just sucks. I wonder if he will man up, apologize and ask me out again. I'd like to think that he will but somehow I really don't think he will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2108317948921638918?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2108317948921638918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/10/getting-stood-up.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2108317948921638918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2108317948921638918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/10/getting-stood-up.html' title='Getting Stood Up'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8048093163693197423</id><published>2011-10-06T00:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T02:29:27.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Weekend"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.afterelton.com/sites/www.afterelton.com/files/2011/03/weekend032011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://www.afterelton.com/sites/www.afterelton.com/files/2011/03/weekend032011.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last week I went and saw the movie "&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://trailers.apple.com/trailers/independent/weekend/"&gt;Weekend&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/i&gt; with my friend Matt. If you haven't seen the film yet I highly suggest going out and seeing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hollywood Reporter put it best as to what the film is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two men fall convincingly in love over a weekend of sex and drugs.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Russel and Glen meet at a bar and have a one night stand. You can tell that Glen is really into Russel the morning after as they are saying goodbye in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some gay men have been there. You meet a man one night in a bar and you fall in love. That love quickly fades into reality a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to meet a guy here in the City named Sam.He was here in New York on vacation last week and met him the night I saw the movie while having a nitecap with my friend. Sam and I decided to stay out for more drinks and he ended up back at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up in the morning I looked at the Sam laying next to me and thought that I had hit the jackpot. A hot guy who was super into me and wanted to hang out with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next couple days, Sam and I took New York on. I was his tour guide and every thing he wanted to do was checked off his list. During this time sharing cabs, drinks, dinners and walking around this glorious city we learned a lot about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell. Hard. Like... really hard. Knowing that Sam was heading back home on Monday morning I tried to keep my head straight. In the end I did get hurt by this guy with a nights worth of events that led to me blackout drunk and him nowhere in sight and his luggage still at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason. I am a huge believer in that mantra. Reflecting on meeting Sam and what transpired I think I know why I had such an emotional connection to this guy with only knowing him for a short period of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was everything I wanted in a man. Athletic, smart, dorky, goofy, held my hand as we went walking through the MoMA  and was really fun to talk with. To boot he's sexy as hell. When it all came crashing down I was hurt. I needed this hurt. Like everyone needs a bad break up to realize something about themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same picked up his stuff at my apartment. He walked in the door and before I could get a word out he gave me a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek. I apologized for what had transpired and he was incredibly gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The previous night he decided to go home with another guy after spending the entire day with me, bringing his stuff over, having dinner and getting ready to go out. The guy was waiting for him downstairs in his car getting ready to take Sam to the airport. The guy was a means to an end. He needed a free ride to the airport and took him up on the offer. Does it still hurt... yeah. I know I will get over him. I know I will move on and find someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer was a fantastic time. I went on a bunch of dates with different guys. Nothing worked out because these guys were just not the right fit and that's ok. What I do know is that I learned more about myself from Sam than I ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to sleep and focus on one thing at a time. Firstly... I'm focusing on me and what I want right now because frankly... I have no fucking clue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8048093163693197423?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8048093163693197423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8048093163693197423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8048093163693197423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend.html' title='&quot;Weekend&quot;'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8978796668910824052</id><published>2011-08-04T05:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T05:24:27.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoneless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img aria-labeledby="photocaption" height="240px" id="myphoto" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/205914_753149186073_24202242_38560816_4963652_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved out to Los Angeles I had a Blackberry Storm. The thing sucked major balls. The screen stopped working, was slow and just over all was a terrible phone to try and use. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in&amp;nbsp;negotiations for my contract in LA the phone would drop the call and restart. It was awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was settled out in LA I bought a Droid. A year and a half later I am on my 5th different Droid and awaiting a Droid2 to be delivered by my insurance company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Droid1 decided to have a meltdown in my pants while I was going to a friends show on Sunday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I work the strangest hours in the world and when my Droid2 is delivered I will most likely be asleep. It sucks because now I have to stay up and make sure I get my new phone and then sleep. It's annoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8978796668910824052?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8978796668910824052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/08/phoneless.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8978796668910824052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8978796668910824052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/08/phoneless.html' title='Phoneless'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-7221059724935732784</id><published>2011-07-30T04:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T04:16:00.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come out, come out where ever you are</title><content type='html'>A few years ago I went to Las Vegas to console a friend of mine who was working on a movie that was filming in Sin City. His college girlfriend of 2 years broke up with him the day he left for Vegas. I know, what a cunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was heart broken. I took a few days off from work and ended up flying out to meet him and party it up in Vegas. We had a blast and I actually wrote a short film based on our time in Vegas together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was out there, I met a guy who was also working on the movie, Mike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was an incredible dancer, fun to be around and always was the life of the party when we hung out. He also was one of those guys that&amp;nbsp;I was instantly attracted too. We were sitting at a table at some club and I asked my friend if Mike was gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way. He's been banging this girl Jenn the last few weeks." He said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenn told me before I knew about the banging that she was a self proclaimed fag hag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Vegas, Mike and I kept in touch on Facebook. I would always flirt and try to keep up with him. A few months ago he and I started chatting on a regular basis. Nothing major just talking about the business of Hollywood and what each of us was working on. Then, a few weeks ago he called me looking for advice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had 2 job offers in Los Angeles and had just finished moving his boyfriend into a new apartment in another state. That was his way of coming out too me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very casual and never really mentioned it to me. Turns out that after meeting me in Vegas he came out to a bunch of friends and started dating his now boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also wants to know when I am coming to visit LA because he has now broken up with the boyfriend and doesn't want a long distance relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-7221059724935732784?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/7221059724935732784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/07/come-out-come-out-where-ever-you-are.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7221059724935732784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7221059724935732784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/07/come-out-come-out-where-ever-you-are.html' title='Come out, come out where ever you are'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8166966343529185418</id><published>2011-07-13T05:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T05:52:04.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck You, Match.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdakuZzT5So/Th60ZLnxeuI/AAAAAAAABUo/x5hvnseDF1Q/s1600/261724_700282456449_26800105_35818961_3192972_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdakuZzT5So/Th60ZLnxeuI/AAAAAAAABUo/x5hvnseDF1Q/s320/261724_700282456449_26800105_35818961_3192972_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This past weekend one of my little sisters got married. It was a weekend of pure fun. My brother in law seriously rocks. There is a picture that the professional photographer took of my sister looking into the eyes of her now husband with this look on her face. She's just so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love and hate weddings. Most weddings you can see true love in front of you at that very moment the bride and groom first see each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the fear of being alone and single the rest of your life if you are single. Apparently, all of this is perfectly normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a secret that I have been using online sites to meet someone. My other sister met her current boyfriend on Match.&amp;nbsp; My good friend Ryan met his current flame on Grindr. (seriously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What get's me upset is that after trying Match.com for 3 months I barely had ANYONE message me on the site. I'm not a bad looking guy. &lt;a href="http://guyfromchicago.blogspot.com/"&gt;Justin&lt;/a&gt; over in Chicago can vouch for that. This is what pisses me off... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dRtF3mBpWo/Th637oPDbsI/AAAAAAAABUs/sjYrDRpS358/s1600/match.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="270px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dRtF3mBpWo/Th637oPDbsI/AAAAAAAABUs/sjYrDRpS358/s400/match.JPG" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Weeks of not﻿ getting responces from people and this is what I get in my mailbox about 2-3 times a day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Seriously. Match.com can fuck a duck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8166966343529185418?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8166966343529185418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/07/fuck-you-matchcom.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8166966343529185418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8166966343529185418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/07/fuck-you-matchcom.html' title='Fuck You, Match.com'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gdakuZzT5So/Th60ZLnxeuI/AAAAAAAABUo/x5hvnseDF1Q/s72-c/261724_700282456449_26800105_35818961_3192972_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8838384598801758974</id><published>2011-06-27T18:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T18:34:56.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guy I (sort of) Sent to Rehab</title><content type='html'>Years ago I met this guy named Shane. We were out at a bar one night in Connecticut, way back before I moved to the City. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with some friends from the restaurant I worked at. We were sitting at a table and these guys start talking with the girls I was with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right away I was attracted to Shane. He’s athletic... about 6 foot tall and around 170 pounds. Brown hair and blue eyes. Shane and I start talking about the Yankees and the two of us just start talking baseball back and forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I was on my way back from the bathroom and a friend of his stops me and asks me if I was really gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Shane had just come out of the closet as well. We were hitting it off pretty well so his friends wanted to make sure that my friends were not fucking with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bar closes we ended up back at Shane’s friends place. We are all still drinking and Shane and I were left by ourselves on a couch. We leaned in and there was some hesitating on his part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I really want to kiss you but I don’t want it to be a one night thing” he said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fine with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that night Shane and I would text and I ended up moving to the city. He ended up meeting a guy named JR and they dated for 3 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward to last year. I’m living in LA and Shane sends me a message on Facebook. He has been broken up with JR for the last year and he’s not over him yet. He’s telling me what he wants in a guy and he’s basically describing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell him that if I lived in CT or close by that I would with out a doubt give him a shot. I ended up moving back to the East coast (obviously) and hung out at Shane’s bar that he works at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Blair would come with me and honestly we would just shoot the shit. He knew that I liked him but I wasn’t being aggressive at all about it. The night came where he asked me if I wanted to come over to his place and watch some football with his roommate and a few friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made sure to look good for when I went over and made my sisters buffalo chicken dip. I also made sure to pick up a bottle of Maker’s Mark to drink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He greeted me outside with a quick peck on the lips. I could smell alcohol on his breath. He took me on a tour of his place that he shared with his friend Jackie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His friends started to arrive and he had his arm around me almost the entire night. I was incredibly happy because I had a hot guy who liked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 hours into the party Shane got so drunk that we had to put him to bed. I stayed and watched the entire game and said good night to him before leaving. He was pretty muh dead to the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I shot him a text asking how his hangover was. No response. I texted his roomie to ask if she had seen him. She had not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months later I get a criptic Facebook message from him saying that he had checked himself into rehab that next day because he had been abusing drugs and alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda laugh about it because I brought him a bottle of his favorite booze. We drank it together and the next day he went to rehab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another story in the long line of dating fails from this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8838384598801758974?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8838384598801758974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/06/guy-i-sort-of-sent-to-rehab.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8838384598801758974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8838384598801758974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/06/guy-i-sort-of-sent-to-rehab.html' title='The Guy I (sort of) Sent to Rehab'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2307443180174727321</id><published>2011-06-21T04:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T04:40:18.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I like guys with boyfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Welcome back to those readers who have started coming back. This blog has turned into a place for me to write out my dating woes and try to figure stuff out by writing and reading comments from you guys. I've tried to talk to some of my gay friends about dating but a lot of them have their own shit going on so... here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I recently went out on a date with this guy named Drew. I thought it went really well. . Last week I flew to LA for a friends birthday. I had mentioned to Drew that I was heading out to LA and wanted to get together when I got back. The last time we had talked, I was going to text him before my flight back East and we could set something up for the next night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He sent me a text the next morning saying he already had plans. &lt;b&gt;UPDATE&lt;/b&gt;: I shot him a text on Monday morning since I had not heard from him. He sent me this text back which I have not and will not respond too,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;"Hey JP,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks. I had a good time the last time we hung out but I am going to decline. Hope there's no hard feelings"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My only reaction to this text is his loss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;While in LA I met this guy named Matt. We were part of the same group at this bar and clicked when we started talking to each other. We ended up making out as the day progressed. He confessed later that night that he has a boyfriend who was out East for a wedding. I stopped the make out session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shitty luck but I was on vacation so... no worries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This past Saturday my night started early with post-softball game beers before I met up with a fraternity brother of mine who also happens to be gay. I told him the story about LA. We both laughed because it's a vacation/drunken pride make out session. I then told him how I was hitting on a guy at Boxers who had a boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My goal for the rest of the night on Saturday was to meet a guy without a boyfriend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I failed miserably. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next bar I went too this guy started talking to me at the bar. Italian/Puerto Rican mix from the Bronx. About 20 minutes into the conversation he introduced me to his 6'5" boyfriend. We left the bar about 2 minutes later.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is nothing wrong with talking to a guy with a boyfriend. I just so happen to attract them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our last stop of the night concluded with me being fucked up with a wide range of emotions for 24 hours. I was pretty drunk at this point. Not fall down, sloppy drunk. I was looking for my friend Mark when I bumped into the back of this guy standing near me. I apologized and as he turned around I was enamored with the beauty that was in front of me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I got lost in his blue eyes and the only way I can describe the attraction to him is that it was primal. I have never in my life been breathless.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now, this is where the night starts to get fuzzy. I remember talking with him and I remember his leaning in and nibbling on my ear. He was there with a friend who was now talking with my friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Our friends disappear and we end up in the back of the bar in an intense make out session. After what seems like ages he pulls away from me and says that he has to get home to his &lt;b&gt;husband&lt;/b&gt;. Something that my straight lady friends always look for is a wedding band. I did not happen to notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The next morning I am hung over and have to get on a train to Connecticut to go hang out with my dad for fathers day. I get a text from the married man.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;He wants me to meet his husband so we can have a threesome.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I don't even know where to begin with this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;My brain is telling me to cut off all contact with this guy because he is trouble. He is making out with a random guy in a bar while his husband is at home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The devil on my shoulder is saying, "fuck it. This isn't your fault. You can't fight your primal instincts"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This guy said all the right things to me. Told me that I looked sexy. That I smelled incredible. He knew all the things to say to me and how to touch me in a way that turned me on without all out groping me in a bar. This guy has done it before and will do it again to someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Needless to say, I have not done anything with this guy and as of right now I don't plan on it. A friend of mine told me to cool off and take some time away from guys.&amp;nbsp; That's what I'm doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2307443180174727321?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2307443180174727321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-like-guys-with-boyfriends.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2307443180174727321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2307443180174727321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-like-guys-with-boyfriends.html' title='I like guys with boyfriends'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-9205487355215791991</id><published>2011-06-15T01:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T01:00:02.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winning a College Bet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1Il3ScPnFY/Te87u-96mhI/AAAAAAAABUk/EW2KguJWZsQ/s1600/gsr4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1Il3ScPnFY/Te87u-96mhI/AAAAAAAABUk/EW2KguJWZsQ/s320/gsr4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nothing is better than 7 years later collecting on a bet made in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back in the year 2002, my friend Marissa had a crush on a friends roommate, George.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George was the roommate of my big brother in my fraternity. When I first met him I instantly knew that he was gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my big brother, Tom, about George. He denied knowing anything. George went on having many girlfriends through out college and I never really got to know him that well during college besides running into him at parties and bars. He was just one of those acquaintances that you have in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had dinner with Tom and his fiance here in New York. We were talking about his upcoming wedding and Bachelor party and George came up. Tom was at a wedding and ran into George. They were catching up the night before the wedding and looked horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "So I brought Tim, my roommate to the wedding"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: "Oh, that's cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: "We've been dating for the last year."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom didn't know how to respond. My first reaction was "WHY THE HELL ARE YOU DATING YOUR ROOMMATE!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, George has been attracted to men for a while and was trying to make it work with women. His roommate figured it out and one night they were talking and ended up having sex. They have been dating ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night I called my friend Marissa to collect on our college bet. She apparently ran into him about a year ago up in Boston and he was talking about his break up. Show owes me dinner and I can't wait to see him and catch up at this bachelor party next month. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-9205487355215791991?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/9205487355215791991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/06/winning-college-bet.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/9205487355215791991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/9205487355215791991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/06/winning-college-bet.html' title='Winning a College Bet'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W1Il3ScPnFY/Te87u-96mhI/AAAAAAAABUk/EW2KguJWZsQ/s72-c/gsr4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8238374393749823987</id><published>2011-06-10T08:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T08:37:23.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking: Dating in New York is Complicated</title><content type='html'>I have got some great e-mails from guys about what's been going on with Paul and I. Well, thought I would expand on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I found out about his past we have been texting and have talked on the phone. I understand that he is now seeing a therapist and has "got better"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pretty freaked out by a lot of stuff he did while we were "dating"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It brings up a point that someone made, "Dating is complicated in New York." Dating is complicated anywhere in the U.S...Especially for gay men.I've turned to retail therapy to help me get through the times where men just suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, things have turned around as of late. I was out a few weeks ago and from across the room I spotted a guy I could not take my eyes off of. He has a fantastic smile and I needed to talk to him before I left for the night. I made my way with friends across the bar so we could be near him and his friends. He walked away and I swooped in and asked one of his friends about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure the friend thought I was hitting on him at first but when I asked about the guy "in the brown shirt" his face lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that's Drew. He's fantastic. Don't treat him like shit or else I will find you and murder your face." is what his friend said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drunkenly started conversation with Drew after that brief introduction/threat. We exchanged numbers and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew and I texted a few times over the next few weeks and things seemed to trail off until we ran into each other this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out on a horrific date with a guy who mis-represented himself online saying he was 32 but was really 52. He told me he has to do that because he likes dating younger guys. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from the date I stopped by the bar I first met Drew at. It's right around the corner from my place and I always seem to end up with free drinks. I'm talking with the bartender and in walks Drew with a friend. I go up to him and say hi and he remembers me. The three of us chat and his friend calls it a night leaving Drew and I to chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last call turns into us making out on a couch and we end up back at my place for some pants off fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he wanted to hang out during the week and he agreed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up on Wednesday night for a dinner date that included watching the Yankees game and trivia at a local bar near me. He walked me home and gave me a kiss goodnight. It was a fantastic night. I seem to be the one initiating the hanging out and texting. I like him. I'm attracted to him. I want to hang with him as much as possible. I just want to see if he wants to hang out with me as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8238374393749823987?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8238374393749823987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/06/breaking-dating-in-new-york-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8238374393749823987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8238374393749823987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/06/breaking-dating-in-new-york-is.html' title='Breaking: Dating in New York is Complicated'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8195344513051267837</id><published>2011-05-24T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T12:38:53.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pedophile</title><content type='html'>There seems to be a disconnect when it comes to me and men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If only you were in the right place.  Been reading your blog for a long  time...you seem too good to be true.  What's wrong with these guys?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know. I wish I knew the answer to this question. I have friends that tell me "these guys don't know what they are missing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my recent dating fiascos has to deal with a guy I will call Paul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at GYM Bar back in January. I was walking out of the bar and found him by the front of the bar. What stood out was the fact that he was wearing a throwback Knicks jersey. I could tell it was an older jersey so that means that he possibly had it from back in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfCf4Q194vU/TdvcAFjNgnI/AAAAAAAABUc/O-FRoaxVSvU/s1600/NickJonas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfCf4Q194vU/TdvcAFjNgnI/AAAAAAAABUc/O-FRoaxVSvU/s400/NickJonas.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to talking and it turns out that he was indeed a Knicks fan... and also a huge Giants and Yankees fan. We exchanged numbers and he asked me to e-mail him the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we GChatted for hours. It moved over to texting. I jumped ahead of myself. I started thinking about couples vacations to Mexico, bringing him to family functions, etc. I was excited and giddy as a school girl. These types of gay guys are not supposed to exist. Or they are too good to be true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he was too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next month or so I had weird off days at work. Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursdays. Instead of staying in the City I would trek out to his house in New Jersey. I met a friend of his and the three of us became good friends. I kept falling for Paul. The more we hung out the more attracted to him I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has an amazing ass that looks fantastic in jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks into hanging out, I thought it was weird that he never wanted to go out in NYC with me. So I invited him out. instead he suggested that we go to dinner near him. So I went out to NJ to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to talking and later that night and he confided that he could not go to NYC without permission from his parole officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night on the train ride back to the City I called my friend Cassandra to talk about what had just transpired. Now, Paul had not told me what he had been arrested and sent to prison for. As I got to talking about it she made notes and apparently did a google search for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not good" she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got one of his 13 year old former students naked on webcam and threatened to blackmail him if he did not perform sex acts with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I haven't seen Paul after that conversation and really understand why he liked "younger looking" guys with hairless bodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8195344513051267837?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8195344513051267837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/05/pedophile.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8195344513051267837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8195344513051267837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/05/pedophile.html' title='The Pedophile'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfCf4Q194vU/TdvcAFjNgnI/AAAAAAAABUc/O-FRoaxVSvU/s72-c/NickJonas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-9006120818633982491</id><published>2011-05-06T04:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T04:40:46.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky in love</title><content type='html'>Valentine's day was a long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made plans. Even though I shouldn't have. I met this guy back in September while home from LA. Let's call him Dan. We met online, watched a Yankees game together and just instantly clicked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to LA and he kept working odd jobs around Connecticut. He's a former Marine now back in Connecticut trying to make a living. The first night we hung out we had mind blowing sex. Twice. I was incredibly proud of myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan was a dream guy of mine. Loves the Yankees and Football Giants. Likes to drink beer, swear and hang out at a bar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I moved back to the area we hung out a few more times. The sex was always good. He always told me that I was incredibly hot and amazing to be with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before Valentine's day I met a guy here in the City who happened to be a guy my current roommate grew up with. I still wanted to have my Valentine's day with Dan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan and I had been e-mailing and planning our Valentine's night. It consisted of a bottle of Jack Daniels, steak and a hotel room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days before our night he canceled. I got this text from him on Valentine's day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my roomate has been reading all my texts and emails. It was cool knowin ya man but I can't meet up with you. Hope you understand. Peace!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never responded to him. I went to work and tried not to think about it but he was the only thing on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;Further proof that I am cursed when it comes to dating men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wait... your roomate reads your e-mail and texts? Sounds like you have a boyfriend and had some explaining to do. Maybe he had a girlfriend... I honestly don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-9006120818633982491?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/9006120818633982491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/05/unlucky-in-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/9006120818633982491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/9006120818633982491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/05/unlucky-in-love.html' title='Unlucky in love'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2655720631094300392</id><published>2011-03-20T10:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T10:36:06.072-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: small; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;What the fuck is happening to me... a lot of people have been asking... which makes me happy yet frustrates me to no end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog has been a combination blog and personal diary. Truth is, like many people who keep blogs like this one life gets in the way of blogging. Just look at Cooper, Billy and Micifus Phil.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some good news this morning -- the&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsofabiguy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Bi Guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;is back. Jay has a new contributor, Alex. The blog is relaunching and I've been thinking of launching my own site,&amp;nbsp;separate&amp;nbsp;from this one.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've always been a fan of &lt;a href="http://www.kennethinthe212.com/"&gt;Kenneth in the 212&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.towleroad.com/"&gt;Towleroad&lt;/a&gt;. after getting laid off from my writing job in LA I started building something but abandoned it after I was offered my current writing gig at a cable news show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny... while I was living in LA I felt like I had no creative juice running through my body. Now that I am back in NY I feel like the ideas and&amp;nbsp;opportunities&amp;nbsp;are flowing like the Hudson.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A writing partner of mine who lives out in New Jersey wants to start a site with me and I went back and looked at all my notes. Be on the look out in the next month or so for a new site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2655720631094300392?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2655720631094300392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-new.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2655720631094300392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2655720631094300392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2011/03/something-new.html' title='Something New'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-6338502035471629330</id><published>2010-12-06T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T19:46:30.215-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What up crazy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/TP2B-j9xX1I/AAAAAAAABUA/1x-eq5Sd_EY/s1600/a66678c8f33a7f92be11bc1e0c60c3bf_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/TP2B-j9xX1I/AAAAAAAABUA/1x-eq5Sd_EY/s320/a66678c8f33a7f92be11bc1e0c60c3bf_3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have a confession: I use hook up and dating websites. I am usually on and like to see what kind of guys are in the area and honest to god I rarely meet a guy from the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is I am not exactly in the best shape right now and guys may not&amp;nbsp;exactly&amp;nbsp;be attracted to that. I look but don't touch/meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have been back in NY I have been checking profiles out and seeing all kinds of crazy guys. I also started talking to this really cute latino guy. We started exchanging emails and it was really cool at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a grad student here in NYC and is from Florida. He follows college football and basketball and that's pretty much it. He's adorable but lives just outside the city. He's in NYC for most of the day with classes and then takes a train back outside of the 5&amp;nbsp;boroughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to exchange phone numbers and started texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is not exactly normal right now. Looking for an apartment. Getting sleep when I can... (I only got 5 hours today) and just trying to get settled here in the City. I was at the Giants game all day on Sunday and he had sent me a text earlier in the day which I responded I'm at the game. He sent like 6 texts in a row expecting me to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up and decided to text him saying hello. I got one from him an hour later followed by a dozen or so texts asking why would I bother reaching out to him and not responding to him all the time???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy fuck am I that old where a 25 year old needs me to text him constantly so he feels wanted? We haven't even met in person yet and he is going this crazy on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deleted and blocked off my phone because he sounds like a ball full of crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-6338502035471629330?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/6338502035471629330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-up-crazy.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6338502035471629330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6338502035471629330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-up-crazy.html' title='What up crazy?'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/TP2B-j9xX1I/AAAAAAAABUA/1x-eq5Sd_EY/s72-c/a66678c8f33a7f92be11bc1e0c60c3bf_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-7385017502684285999</id><published>2010-12-06T10:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:44:26.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Started the new job!</title><content type='html'>After a bunch of phone calls and acting as my own HR department I started working last week as a writer. I've been back East for a while now and these are the common conversations I have had with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We are so happy to have you back here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to be back too. Even though it's about 30 degrees right now. I have been going to Giants games and have plans later this week to go down to the Garden and check out a Rangers game for the first time this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How did you like LA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked LA. I loved the people. Los Angeles is such a weird city. I worked in Hollywood so I hung out in the area because it was easier and it's where I could best network. The only time I ever went downtown was to go to the Staples Center for a game. That's pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that helped me out in LA was that I had a lot of friends out there. Two former bloggers who I had stayed in touch with became fast friends which was very cool. I had some friends from high school, college and made some new friends while I was out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my career will have me back out in LA at some point but right now I know I'm gunna be in NYC and I love NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What kind of crazy stories do you have?? You must have seen/heard a lot of crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did. A lot of stuff that I really can't write here. I had a lot of fun and really need to tell a few of the stories... though most of them will end up in my standup act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's your new job and why would you leave California in the winter?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back to working in moring television but this time instead of being a production assistant I'm a writer. What's really nice about the position is that I am kind of on my own along with the other show writers. No suits around to bother us until before the show starts. For now it's a paycheck while I work on my screenplays and a pilot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-7385017502684285999?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/7385017502684285999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/12/started-new-job.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7385017502684285999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7385017502684285999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/12/started-new-job.html' title='Started the new job!'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-1629367540407086041</id><published>2010-11-20T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T15:13:03.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Waiting</title><content type='html'>Thanks for all the advice on what to do with references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that the HR department finally was able to talk with my references and was told that they would be in touch soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't been told about a start date and was told to sit tight. Here's to hoping that I start on Monday or at least have another week off to prep for my new crazy hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-1629367540407086041?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/1629367540407086041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-waiting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1629367540407086041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1629367540407086041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/11/more-waiting.html' title='More Waiting'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2430424175050145724</id><published>2010-11-15T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T17:18:23.832-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reference</title><content type='html'>I left California over a week ago and have been staying with my parents for the last week. It's strange being back in the Northeast after spending the last 8 months in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for the move was this new job in New York. I spent the beginning of October out here interviewing for a job in NYC that a friend of mine had &lt;a href="http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-to-new-york.html"&gt;hooked&lt;/a&gt; me up with. The job interview process started back in August of 2009 when my friend G asked me to send him my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had wanted out of my job at the time and &lt;a href="http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/10/movement.html"&gt;his boss wanted to meet me &lt;/a&gt;after looking at my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately&amp;nbsp;I went to Los Angeles to pursue my goal of being a TV writer. About 3 days after I signed my LA contract I got a call from G's boss offering me a low level job with the show. I told them about my the LA gig and they told me to stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after I was laid off my buddy called me to follow up on how LA was and when he heard about me being available his boss called me and brought me to NYC for interviews and writing tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got the job and have been waiting for the HR department to get back to me. Well, it turns out that I have not been given a start date because two of my&amp;nbsp;references have not got back to the HR department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can start the job once my&amp;nbsp;references&amp;nbsp;get back to the HR department but it's been about 2 weeks and I feel like that reflects really poorly on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I wait until my references will be checked and I will end up back in NYC.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2430424175050145724?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2430424175050145724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/11/reference.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2430424175050145724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2430424175050145724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/11/reference.html' title='Reference'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-3106887313084666417</id><published>2010-10-08T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T13:43:41.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to New York</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I'm back in NYC. Only for a few weeks though. I was recently laid off. Which sucks. I moved out to LA for this job and after 7 months they cut their budget and decided to go in a different direction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I never really talked about the job because to tell you the truth I was scared shitless to write about work on the blog. The place had me sign NDA's up the asshole. They have several lawsuits out against former employees who have tried to sell their stories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Now that I am the let me vent about some of the problems I had there without giving away much about what I was doing sand where I was working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I had a job as a writer/reporter/producer with a TV show that also has a website. The place is a train wreck. When I first started working there it was sink or swim. Not bad but just something I had never really dealt with before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;My last job I was managed out the yin yang. I had meetings with my manager, coordinating producer and senior producer almost bi weekly about performance. It was crazy. Everything was by email so there would be a paper trail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;My new job hated email and hated paper trails. I was also never managed and never given goals. Of course I set them for myself but it was like talking to myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;When I did have a story (which was often) it would get shot down by my editor who didn't really know much about sports.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;All in all it was a great experience but I'm now looking for something better and in scripted television. I realized with this job I hate news. Like really loathe journalism. &amp;nbsp;It's a terrible place to work when you're starting out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I do love LA though. It's a weird place but you make the most of what you have out here... Err there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;So I'm in New York. It's fantabulous. I realized how much I missed the city while I was walkling to my interview from my friend anthonys apartment.I was wearing a suit and felt like I belonged back in the city. I love walking to place to place. You really don't get that in LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Anyway, the reason I am here is because i got a call from a buddy of mine who works for a tv show he in NYC. It's a morning show and they are looking for writers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I thought not bad. I talked to him and then his boss and she made me an offer I could not pass up. She would fly me out to NYC. One way. Do the interview and writing test and agree to stick around for two weeks. I talked it over with my dad and he was excited at the chance to have me home for a fee weeks so I took her up on the offer. At least it's a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;The interview was this morning and it went ok. I went from the red eye to my friends apartment to freshen up to the interview and feel like I was half asleep for most of it. I barely slept on the flight out here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I think I need this time to be out of LA and reconnect with what I really want to do. I've been going non stop with barely a vacation once a year. Like a real vacation. &amp;nbsp;I've worked crazy hours my entire professional life and after talking with a friend of mine I thought it would be ok with being unemployed for a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Take some time and live off the system for a little bit while I figure out where my life is taking me. &amp;nbsp;Maybe I will find a boyfriend. Maybe I will sell that book idea I have. Maybe I will sell my screenplay based on the last place I worked at.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Arial; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 15.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-3106887313084666417?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/3106887313084666417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-to-new-york.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3106887313084666417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3106887313084666417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/10/back-to-new-york.html' title='Back to New York'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-7001288596783802234</id><published>2010-09-27T04:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T04:31:22.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Angeles Living</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I was taunted by a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://clubhousecloset.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; of mine over a lack of posting. I was reminded of the blog this past weekend at a house party in the Hollywood Hills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yes, I know how incredibly snobby that sounds. It's very LA though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've made a bunch of new friends out here in LA and it just so happens that about 8 of them all have birthdays within one week of each other. We had planned on having people over by the pool in our apartment complex. Then it was moved to the patio of this Brazilian restaurant and finally to this house in the Hollywood Hills.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Before the party, I traveled down to Anaheim with friends to catch the White Sox-Angels game. Most of these new friends are from the Chicago area and wanted to catch the Sox while they were in "town."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, we show up to the party and find this awesome house with a heated pool with a LOT of people hanging around sipping out of red cups. It had an upscale college party feel to it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The party had been combined with another party and now there were about 12 names on one birthday cake with people just everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The house had a roof deck which overlooks the Sunset Strip and downtown LA. I was looking out and just pondering when this guy struck up conversation. He asked if I knew &lt;a href="http://livingmylifeinny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Billy&lt;/a&gt;... said I looked familiar and asked if this was my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I felt famous, sort of. I had kind of forgot about the blog for a while and seemed to forget about the enjoyment I had with this site when I lived in NYC. The ups and downs and the dabbling with LA 3 years ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Anyway, I am back. I have lots of updates for you guys that will start tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-7001288596783802234?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/7001288596783802234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/09/los-angeles-living.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7001288596783802234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7001288596783802234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/09/los-angeles-living.html' title='Los Angeles Living'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-1284430701974656264</id><published>2010-05-28T21:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T21:39:09.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was going to talk about my roommates but this happened last night and I wanted to write about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my move west, some interesting people from my past who have moved to the West coast have contacted me on Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of them is a guy I met when I was 14. This was back when AOL m4m chat rooms were all the rage. He was also a 14-year old from the next town over from me. We chatted relentlessly every night for years. At 15, we met for the first time at a mall close by and hung out for 2 hours. Both of us were scared shitless when we really shouldn't have been. We had been talking on the phone for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then starting dating a guy at my high school and came out of the closet. That was something that I did not want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later we ran into each other in a bar where he recognized me and I did not. Anyway... we met up for dinner and the night was very flirtatious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately at the end of the evening he told me about his 57-year old boyfriend. Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I have some leads here in LA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-1284430701974656264?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/1284430701974656264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/05/old-friends.html#comment-form' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1284430701974656264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1284430701974656264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/05/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-6408357495681552755</id><published>2010-05-21T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T23:19:03.321-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LA'/><title type='text'>I'm baaaaaack</title><content type='html'>I am back. Yes... this is strange to do. I shut the blog down and am now back. I debated on starting a brand new blog... even set up the blogspot account. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate reason I set the blog to private was because I had three interviews with major corporations and networks and did not want background checks having this blog come up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set it to private for a little while and just took a break from it. Some of the friends that I have made out of this blog have been asking me about it on AIM and over e-mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now the blog needs a new name... I am no longer living in the New York metro area. I packed up and moved myself out to the city of Los Angeles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, there was a time where&lt;a href="http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2007/08/cal-i-forn-ia-here-i-come.html"&gt; I was offered a job in LA and also a job in Connecticut. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/S_dM2yLmMdI/AAAAAAAABTg/H7upMbhqC5Y/s1600/LA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/S_dM2yLmMdI/AAAAAAAABTg/H7upMbhqC5Y/s320/LA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I took the job in Connecticut because it was more money but did it make me happier? Where is my career and life going? Looking at my life over the Fall and Winter I knew I was unhappy. I needed a change and it was very evident in my posts that I needed one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to another corssroad for my career in February... Atlanta or Los Angeles. The LA situation kind of came out of nowhere back in January and once they saw how hard I worked they jumped on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta or LA. I ultimately want to write and develop scripted television shows here in LA. I love to write. The job I took here in LA has me writing and working with sports. It's not scripted television, but I am still writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be catching you all up with everything that has gone on in my life in the coming days. I'm sorry for the brief hiatus from the blog and locking it down. I know I don't use the same e-mail that is listed on my resume but I did not want to take a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back. Working on being better than ever and have some interesting stories to tell and very interesting prospects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-6408357495681552755?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/6408357495681552755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-baaaaaack.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6408357495681552755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6408357495681552755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-baaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaaack'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/S_dM2yLmMdI/AAAAAAAABTg/H7upMbhqC5Y/s72-c/LA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2977427081656804721</id><published>2010-01-20T12:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:28:59.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Level</title><content type='html'>I've had a little cold over the last week that I can't seem to shake. It sucks. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ok because I spent most of the weekend on the couch watching football and hanging out. To me, that was a good weekend. Just relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally heard back from the LA job and have a second interview lined up for this Friday in New York. The head producer is flying east to talk with people in New York and wanted to meet with me again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I e-mailed a friend of mine who had sought me out and asked what the exact job was and she told me that they have two positions in mind for me. One is a manager type of job. We will see what happens. Both positions include relocation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited for change. I need it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A followup to the Atlanta job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The contacted me a few weeks ago about setting up a second interview via Skype. I never got any kind of confirmation about the interview. The day before the interview I emailed to ask if the interview was still on and the contact I had was no longer with the company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They ended up getting a hold of me and rescheduling for last week. They then rescheduled AGAIN for this week. Then called to tell me that they want to reschedule for next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm honestly done with the games they are playing. Hopfully I have this LA job in the bag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2977427081656804721?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2977427081656804721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/01/next-level.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2977427081656804721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2977427081656804721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/01/next-level.html' title='The Next Level'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2019122296909331905</id><published>2010-01-15T12:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T12:19:27.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Postgame reaction</title><content type='html'>My stay in LA has been great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in this awesome hotel about a block away from where the office was. I was lucky enough to be able to check into my room early and take a little nap before I went to the interview.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up I went for a walk around the block to check West Hollywood out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was incredibly nice out. Around 75 degrees. I checked the weather back home... 12 degrees. That’s a plus for LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went awesome. It was with 3 people, one of whom was my friend who had recruited me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had interviews that went ok. I have had bad interviews where I know that the position has been filled and I am just a number for them to put on an HR sheet saying that they interviewed so many candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great interview. It reminded me of my last interview at my current job back in 2007. A conversation about what’s going on and stories of what I have done in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After it was over my friend Lisa walked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You killed it.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had a great interview. Hearing it from someone just made me feel awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said I should hear something by the end of the week or beginning of next week. I really hope it’s sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s nice about the job is that my hours would be VERY different from what I am working right now. I would be out of the office at 8pm. Some days, if it’s slow, I would be out earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been toying with the idea of moving to LA for a few years now. The timing never really felt right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the interview I headed back to my hotel and had drinks with a guy who couldn’t make it into the interview but wanted to get to know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A buddy of mine had told me that having drinks is a good thing. I am guessing he wanted to see me in a social setting and make sure that I am not some socially inept guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drinks I met up with two friends from the blog world that I had never met in person. Kelly and JR. We had quite a few drinks around WeHo and joked about what will be coming for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall... the experience was great. Now I just need to hear from them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2019122296909331905?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2019122296909331905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/01/postgame-reaction.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2019122296909331905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2019122296909331905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/01/postgame-reaction.html' title='Postgame reaction'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-7935802860272665902</id><published>2010-01-11T16:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T16:08:47.211-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Happens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Everything happens for a reason. I am a firm believer in that. Last week proved that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got back to work last week I got an e-mail from an associate at another company. She asked me to give her a call once I got back into the office from vacation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve known “Lisa” for a while now from mostly over e-mail. I have had to work with her over the last few years when we needed stuff from them and vice versa. It’s always been a great relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I called and she asked me if I was under contract at my current job. I am not, which surprised her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She explained that she had recently been promoted to a new project and was asked if she knew anyone that would fit into the job. She immediately thought of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After talking for a few more minutes about what they are looking for I said that I am very interested in this project. I sent her my formal resume that night and waited to hear back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday rolls around and she calls me saying that I should expect a call from her boss sometime during the day. He called while I was at the gym. I returned his call and most of the day went on without hearing back from him. I got a hold of him at the end of his day and we had an informal talk on the phone that ended with, “JP, looking at your experience I will tell you that you are exactly what we are looking for. I’d like to meet with you first thing next week. Have you meet the team and see where this goes. I really think you could be a rock star here.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, it’s wonderful to hear that when you don’t particularly like your job or the hours you work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday I wake up to an e-mail from Lisa. My flight itinerary to Los Angeles. This company is flying me out, putting me up in Hollywood and taking me out to dinner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is where I greet you from now. The City of Angels. Well, I wrote this before I got on the plane at JFK but still, you know what I mean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am staying at a place on Sunset Blvd. It’s pretty swanky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I told a few friends about this turn in fortune and they were very excited about this interview. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I left for Rome, I had a phone interview with a company in Atlanta, who has since e-mailed and called me back about a second interview via Skype. I’ve never been to Atlanta. The job would be mostly at night and dealing with International news. Always at night and I don’t know if I could deal with that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck. I am off in a few minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-7935802860272665902?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/7935802860272665902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-happens.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7935802860272665902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7935802860272665902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/01/everything-happens.html' title='Everything Happens...'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-7079300732479564387</id><published>2010-01-04T19:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T09:38:48.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciao Bello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/S0KPIVhTpfI/AAAAAAAABTQ/ttCkDvpOXOs/s1600-h/22273_604569580793_24202242_35626938_6342489_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/S0KPIVhTpfI/AAAAAAAABTQ/ttCkDvpOXOs/s320/22273_604569580793_24202242_35626938_6342489_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423054274686068210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my last New Years experience was really underwhelming. I had made a promise to myself that I would have a kick ass new year celebration for 2010. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I rang in 2010 at the Colosseum in Rome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting ahead of myself. Let's start with the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in March my friend Chris asked me if I wanted to go to Rome for New Years. We had 4 full days in Rome planned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, our flight from JFK was delayed when we left due to mechanical malfunction. We were told that we would be staying at the Holiday Inn down the street until about 2am when they would bus us back to the airport and put us on a replacement plane from Milan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/S0NFbp7GsdI/AAAAAAAABTY/4EzlC9Ipnbg/s1600-h/17962_575881157761_38000481_33760222_307703_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/S0NFbp7GsdI/AAAAAAAABTY/4EzlC9Ipnbg/s320/17962_575881157761_38000481_33760222_307703_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423254717696750034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well we walked into our room and this was what we saw. I called the front desk and asked to be moved they said they would get back to me. I was then told that we could not move rooms because it was a block of rooms for the airline. I was pissed. None the less it was only for a few hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We landed at about 8pm local time. Checked into our hostel and took a night walk out to Piazza del Popolo and climbed Pincian Hill and was in awe of the city at night. It was in the mid-50's that night and was just an awesome scene. My camera takes terrible pictures at night and I didn't really figure out how to take low light pictures until the end of the trip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scene will take your breath away. Not only was the walk from the hostel amazing with the little cobble stone alleys and beautiful architecture... the scenic view of Rome is just amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;New Years Eve&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not going to bore you with all the little sights we saw on my adventure there but wanted to share New Years Eve with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started off with dinner in Campo de' Fiore. I had an amazing plate of pasta with fresh made pesto sauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had been raining on and off all day and when we left the restaurant it was pouring. Earlier we had stopped and got a bottle of champagne and a couple bottles of wine to drink on the streets. Well, we jumped in a cab and headed back to our hostel. The rain would not stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started drinking and being all pissy about the rain. We heard some noise on the street and I was looking out the window and noticed a group of guys one floor down across the street hanging out in their underwear. It made dealing with the rain do-able. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed to the common room down the hall and met some people from Texas who were not any fun at all. I went back to the room to check the weather and it was about 11:30pm and the rain had stopped. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was as if the Roman gods answered the prayers of millions of Romans. I shared the good news with everyone and we changed out of our sweats and into jeans and took off for the Colosseum. We stopped at this store on the way to grab a bottle of champagne. While I was waiting for my friend to buy the bottle this cute Italian guy walked in and tried to get one of the shopkeepers to open a bottle of wine for him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For whatever reason, I had a wine key in my back pocket and got his attention with it. He did not speak english and I opened the bottle for him. It was a moment that was just awesome for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends and I ran out of the store and to the Colosseum. As we ran up this hill we saw the ancient building and midnight struck. Fireworks started going off like crazy. In the air and firecrackers on he streets. People were dancing and yelling and it was just an amazing scene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new years I will never forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm home in the states now and miss being in Italy. We would be walking in the street and I would get distracted by an Italian man and my friend Chris would say, "Right click, Save as." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If any of you get the chance to go to Rome. Do it. You will never forget it, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-7079300732479564387?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/7079300732479564387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/01/ciao-bello.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7079300732479564387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7079300732479564387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2010/01/ciao-bello.html' title='Ciao Bello'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/S0KPIVhTpfI/AAAAAAAABTQ/ttCkDvpOXOs/s72-c/22273_604569580793_24202242_35626938_6342489_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-452702042024252775</id><published>2009-12-25T01:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:49:25.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So this is Christmas</title><content type='html'>For the first time in a VERY long time I am off for Christmas eve and day. I am on vacation till January 5th. It feels really good! Like... insanly good to know that I am off for a LONG time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have delivered two presents to best friends and had an awesome Christmas eve. I went to church with my family, which I haven't done in a while. My mom was very happy to have me there. Like most of you, I spent the night with family laughing in front of the fire... drinking wine then Jack Daniels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had found the top 25 Christmas movies of all time (according to AOL) and wanted us all to guess. That led to debate amongst the family. It was, of course, out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's early Christmas day and everyone is asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right before I wrote this blog entry I got a few messages from friends wishing me a happy holiday. One was from a friend of mine who recently came out to his family and posted a picture with his new boyfriend. It's adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all of you have a Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SzRgFxZALfI/AAAAAAAABTI/gb5e-i3cq4E/s1600-h/12839_10100120611839753_5215611_56656854_1470450_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SzRgFxZALfI/AAAAAAAABTI/gb5e-i3cq4E/s320/12839_10100120611839753_5215611_56656854_1470450_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419061903907368434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-452702042024252775?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/452702042024252775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-this-is-christmas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/452702042024252775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/452702042024252775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-this-is-christmas.html' title='So this is Christmas'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SzRgFxZALfI/AAAAAAAABTI/gb5e-i3cq4E/s72-c/12839_10100120611839753_5215611_56656854_1470450_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-3916631932326136320</id><published>2009-12-21T01:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T02:29:21.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotlanta?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sy8QB2Or4OI/AAAAAAAABTA/RmiITuBkXNk/s1600-h/n11302150_36899302_5578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sy8QB2Or4OI/AAAAAAAABTA/RmiITuBkXNk/s320/n11302150_36899302_5578.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417566500673020130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As most of you know I have been looking for a new job in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I love working where I am right now... I need to be back in NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have applied for a bunch of jobs online and got a call from another network about doing a phone interview, which took place on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They really like my skill set and wanted to talk to me about a job opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result of this interview was great. I have another with a panel via Skype coming up next week. The only drawback that I see about the job is that it is based in Atlanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My question to my readers... are any of you in the ATL?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-3916631932326136320?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/3916631932326136320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/12/hotlanta.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3916631932326136320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3916631932326136320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/12/hotlanta.html' title='Hotlanta?'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sy8QB2Or4OI/AAAAAAAABTA/RmiITuBkXNk/s72-c/n11302150_36899302_5578.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-1197158210764083906</id><published>2009-12-16T02:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:40:12.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I got an email today that said, "&lt;strong&gt;jp - miss reading your blogs - the updates to your weekends n the giants games - hope that things are going well with u these days n that your not working too hard n that maybe since your not blogging so much lately that u have found that special someone to kept you busy&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Chris. I wish it were the case that I have met someone. Unfortunately I have not. The last guy that I met lived back in NY and I am hoping to move back to NY. Let's be honest... there are more options there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connecticut is not exactly a gay metropolis. Yes, I can marry another guy here in Connecticut but there aren't exactly great guys to choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have read the blog before I have talked about my work and gym crushes here. Well, gym crush got engaged last spring to a girl I work with and recently work crush got engaged to his girlfriend of 7 months. Last time I saw him and chatted he was looking hotter than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been guys here in CT that I have met. There are guys that work for the same company who read this blog. One of them e-mailed me last year and then disappeared. (maybe more on him later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another emailed me about a month ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that I want to end up back in NYC. I have a plan to make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-1197158210764083906?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/1197158210764083906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1197158210764083906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1197158210764083906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-7604164222333216458</id><published>2009-12-01T02:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:51:50.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grady and love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SxTHojoj-NI/AAAAAAAABS4/tD4NLvAna70/s1600/gradysizemorehotslut1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SxTHojoj-NI/AAAAAAAABS4/tD4NLvAna70/s320/gradysizemorehotslut1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410168551952873682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First of all... thanks to &lt;a href="http://guyfromchicago.blogspot.com/2009/11/there-is-god-and-he-loves-me.html"&gt;Justin&lt;/a&gt; for this weekend. e sent me some pics of Grady Sizemore who had some sexy pictures leaked out onto the interweb this past weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some rumors out there that a full frontal may leak in the next week or so... we will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides Grady being a hot specimen and thinking of all the hot sex he must be having with his playmate girlfriend... I got some great advice from a friend-of-a-friend this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Friday I was out with friends at this small bar/restaurant near my parents place. It has a good crowd, cool music and has a very laid back vibe. It's a place that was perfect for the night. I wasn't in the mood for a loud band where you can't talk with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a friend of mine was there with his older brother who was in from LA and he brought a friend with him. This guy is incredibly sexy. I have hung out with him a few times prior to this and he has just got even sexier since I last saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's only a few years older than I am and has this really deep, spiritual outlook on life. He loves talking and helping others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been talking about relationships because one of our friends is just not happy in his current relationship. I had mentioned that I was not in one and really want to find someone that would be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the night he and I talked and drank whiskey. It was an amazing conversation where he sort of came out to me and complimented me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a night where I had this really hot guy tell me that I am attractive, smart and have a magnetic personality. His advice, which has been echoing many of my friends is that I need stability when it comes to my job and that I need to change my hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 2:45am as I write this and I got home from work not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a friend ask me out for beers this week. I can't go because I am working. I have a friend that wants to read my tarot cards this week. I can't because I work a complete opposite schedule as he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am the only one that will be able to change my luck when it comes to work and where I will be working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.. I see that writing is my only way to get out of this night cycle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-7604164222333216458?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/7604164222333216458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/12/grady-and-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7604164222333216458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7604164222333216458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/12/grady-and-love.html' title='Grady and love'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SxTHojoj-NI/AAAAAAAABS4/tD4NLvAna70/s72-c/gradysizemorehotslut1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2517796506444022457</id><published>2009-11-25T02:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:39:48.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot boyfriends: Jeremy Lingvall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SwzeXwU_6FI/AAAAAAAABSw/mx5-thpX-zk/s1600/500x_rocker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SwzeXwU_6FI/AAAAAAAABSw/mx5-thpX-zk/s320/500x_rocker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407941752256456786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way... before I get to bed I want to leave you with a photo gallery of &lt;span class="gallery_pre "&gt;Jeremy Lingvall... super hot boyfriend to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="gallery_pre "&gt;David Geffen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gawker.com/5412344/meet-obamas-other-gay-bff/gallery/"&gt;Gawker&lt;/a&gt; has some pictures from his Friendster page... who the fuck uses Friendster anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly... Why am I even linking. Go fuck yourself Jeremy... for being so hot and charming and having dinner with the President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of friends that have hot boyfriends and it's sometimes not fair how hot they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Erik has a really hot ex-boyfriend that I faux-fawn over a lot. It's really fun to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erik and this hottie lax player dated in college and have stayed friends since. Turns out that this laxxer has dated another friend of mine and I kinda swooned over him. I'm now friends with him on Facebook and wish I was a 20-year-old athletic twink jock... those are the kinda guys he swoons over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... enjoy the Gawker gallery. I am off to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2517796506444022457?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2517796506444022457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/11/hot-boyfriends-jeremy-lingvall.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2517796506444022457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2517796506444022457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/11/hot-boyfriends-jeremy-lingvall.html' title='Hot boyfriends: Jeremy Lingvall'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SwzeXwU_6FI/AAAAAAAABSw/mx5-thpX-zk/s72-c/500x_rocker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-3338283019182119458</id><published>2009-11-25T02:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T02:33:04.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Workity Work</title><content type='html'>It's almost the end of the year and I thought I would talk a little about work on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I talked about interviewing at a different network... well I have not heard back from them. It's a good thing too because I really don't see eye to eye with the network and what they stand for... yes it is who you are thinking and I am not going to say who they are but I am sure you can draw your own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am back at square one. I have sent my resumes back to the "mother ship" so to speak for jobs back in NY. For now I just have to be patient and wait for something to open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the holidays and there is a lot of shit that is going to occupy my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving into my own place soon which is going to really rock. I'm excited for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just know that something is going to come my way soon. Karma is due to be paid back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-3338283019182119458?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/3338283019182119458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/11/workity-work.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3338283019182119458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3338283019182119458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/11/workity-work.html' title='Workity Work'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8178254858939648131</id><published>2009-11-24T02:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T02:29:02.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Write write write</title><content type='html'>Writers block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a writers worst nightmare. Every book I have read in the last few months about writing has just caused too much creativity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No joke... I have about 7 notebooks, none completely used, filled with ideas, characters, stories... notes... blog entries I never wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still writing but I feel as though my brain is too scattered to focus on one piece and then move on to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8178254858939648131?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8178254858939648131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/11/write-write-write.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8178254858939648131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8178254858939648131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/11/write-write-write.html' title='Write write write'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8007485108665791954</id><published>2009-11-19T03:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T05:07:34.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make the Yuletide Gay</title><content type='html'>I just watched "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7H19PooygoA"&gt;Make the Yuletide Gay&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watched a gay themed movie in a while. The guy that plays "Gunn" (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1603403/"&gt;Keith Jackson&lt;/a&gt;) is a total fucking hottie. I really enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basics of the movie is Gunn and Nathan are boyfriends at school and Gunn is not out to his parents. He goes home for Christmas break while his boyfriend goes off home to the east coast. Nathans parents decide to go on a cruise of the holy land and expect him to spend Christmas alone doing chores at their sprawling New England estate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fabulous Nathan shows up at Gunns parents house where he finds out that Gunn is still in the closet. There are lots of top and bottom jokes, the "oblivious" mother and the girl Gunn dated in high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not giving away the ending but you can say that the movie has kind of inspired me to get back into writing something. While the movie had a good concept, I really think that I can write something awesome and try to sell it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8007485108665791954?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8007485108665791954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-yuletide-gay.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8007485108665791954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8007485108665791954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/11/make-yuletide-gay.html' title='Make the Yuletide Gay'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-5067467696881479315</id><published>2009-11-11T02:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:23:07.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Vicariously</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Svpi6hFy3QI/AAAAAAAABSo/nrApG2wlSLw/s1600-h/12535_570540684999_26802719_33587767_4492794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Svpi6hFy3QI/AAAAAAAABSo/nrApG2wlSLw/s320/12535_570540684999_26802719_33587767_4492794_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402739460438940930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahh to be young again. What the fuck am I saying... I'm 28 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 19-year-old that came out to me a few weeks ago has had this up and down few weeks that reminds me of being 19-years-old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He joined a hook-up/dating website... met a few guys off it... went crazy because he had a lot of older gents proposition him and then he met this hot Italian guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going to grad school I ran into this hot Long Island Italian guy. For those that know me, a guy like that is my type to a T. We met and I instantly had a man crush. For whatever reason it never clicked with us and we were friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the 19yr old went on a lunch date with him on Monday and now they have been knocking boots for the last 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like &lt;a href="http://guyfromchicago.blogspot.com/2009/11/got-laid-again.html"&gt;Justin&lt;/a&gt;, maybe I need to get laid to raise my spirits!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-5067467696881479315?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/5067467696881479315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-vicariously.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5067467696881479315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5067467696881479315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/11/living-vicariously.html' title='Living Vicariously'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Svpi6hFy3QI/AAAAAAAABSo/nrApG2wlSLw/s72-c/12535_570540684999_26802719_33587767_4492794_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-6224175488994455793</id><published>2009-11-04T02:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T03:04:13.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SvEv9v_cDpI/AAAAAAAABSg/bYFjdesyJhU/s1600-h/16432_1189862198407_1583911666_476530_6812837_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SvEv9v_cDpI/AAAAAAAABSg/bYFjdesyJhU/s320/16432_1189862198407_1583911666_476530_6812837_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400150166095007378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before I start this mad ramble... The Yankees need to close out the series tonight! Please put Philly out of their misery and just end this fucking series. It's NOVEMBER. The "Fall Classic" is starting to become the Winter Classic... and that belongs to Hockey on New Years Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, It's good that I start with the World Series and the picture with the post of a guy I know and his boyfriend. They dressed up as ARod and Jeter for Halloween. Arod and Jeter shared an ass grab &lt;a href="http://www.writingthepine.com/2009/10/20/a-rod-ass-grab/"&gt;earlier in the series&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I would update you guys on guys in my life and there really haven't been any...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long pause and my friend Anthony yells at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month ago I was in NY on an interview (&lt;a href="http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/10/movement.html"&gt;see below&lt;/a&gt;) I went out after the interview with my buddy Anthony and hit some bars in Chelsea and decided to head uptown to see Billy. Well, we never met up with Billy. In true Anthony form he grew tired of being out and decided to head home at 12:30am. Not too bad. He gave me his spare set of keys and told me not to make a lot of noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been eying this hot guy sitting down near us. He was wearing a suit with a loosened tie. Very hot. Blond hair and blue eyes with a swimmer build. He had been texting most of the night but I took notice of him. I went over and used some stupid line about sitting by himself. It got him intrigued. From there it was like I was my normal self. We had a great conversation and it turns out that we had a mutual friend in common from where he went to school. We traded Blackberry messenger pins and I excused myself to the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He texted me while I was in the bathroom telling me that I was hot. God I loved this confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me some awesome compliments which led to me  figuring out that he was looking for a one night thing even though we both had talked about relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night was fun. Nothing too crazy. After that night I never heard from him again. We did not have full on man sex, but it was good to have that confidence back with me knowing that I can pick up a hot guy at a bar. Something that rarely happens in here in Connecticut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year is almost over and I have been thinking about this past year and my lack of dating guys. It's not like I haven't put myself out there. It's like Real Estate... it's all about location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are guys out there. I hope that a certain one from Connecticut is reading this and not researching weird web stories and gives me a call. That would be pretty awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-6224175488994455793?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/6224175488994455793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/11/men.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6224175488994455793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6224175488994455793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/11/men.html' title='Men'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SvEv9v_cDpI/AAAAAAAABSg/bYFjdesyJhU/s72-c/16432_1189862198407_1583911666_476530_6812837_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2797615349279150649</id><published>2009-10-30T03:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T03:31:20.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hottness Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/kq17bkUqBAupyoY_JK2cUA"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/kq17bkUqBAupyoY_JK2cUA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all.. I need to agree with &lt;a href="http://guyfromchicago.blogspot.com/"&gt;Justin  &lt;/a&gt;that Puck from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Glee&lt;/span&gt; is really hot. He sang Sweet Caroline, which thanks to the Red Sux I know hate with a passion, and he looked fucking adorable while singing the song. He is simply sex on a stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that I, like many of my girl friends, love assholes. Lately I have been falling for guys that are complete assholes. I can't really say that I am falling for these assholes because I haven't really been in that situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I had a fraternity brother come out to me a few weeks ago. Since I am the President of the alumni association I have been around the guys a lot this semester. We have been planning a  "Celebration of Life" for a brother who died last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brother started through an IM conversation and we met up that night to talk in person because he has been dealing with a lot of demons inside of him. For the most part he has been doing very well. I brought him to his first gay bar that is 18+ and he has told 2 others. When he does it's like he needs to tell me immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I had a second interview in New York. It did not go as I thought it would. I got to the interview and was told it was for an entirely different position that what I had been initially told.  I was brought back to a conference room with two ratty chairs, a small desk and a bunch of boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told to fill out an application and that I would be meeting with the Producer, "M" and head of Human Resources "C"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the assistant that led me back to this windowless room started grilling me with questions. I answered all of them to a T! I did great. She was smiling, sort of flirting. She told me to finish tha application and that we would head up to see M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get up to see M and we had a great conversation. I understand how precious time can be when you work in TV. About halfway through she tuned me out. Checked e-mail. Took a phone call... apologized every time and I made sure to dazzle her when I had her attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we were done, she thanked me and said to have a good day. I was under the impression that I still had to meet with C. I had my application in my hands. It was so frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M brought me to the elevators and I navigated my way back down to HR where after 5 minutes I was told that I was done for the day. I left my application, references and my card and left. I sent my thank you notes and e-mails and am waiting to hear from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a debbie downer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A possible work lead; I have some downtime at work. I use that time to look for stories and video for all of our shows to use. (If you haven't figured out where I work by now you obviously don't know how to Google.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have been helping this one group out a lot lately. They have been really great to me and I am interested in them because it has to do with working on the internet. I met with the producer and we will see how everything goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SuqWBvzw_9I/AAAAAAAABSY/67Hiik3HZHE/s1600-h/chest_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SuqWBvzw_9I/AAAAAAAABSY/67Hiik3HZHE/s320/chest_3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398292060114583506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll give a lack of love life update tomorrow and get some stuff of my chest. For now... goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2797615349279150649?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2797615349279150649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/10/hottness-updates.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2797615349279150649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2797615349279150649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/10/hottness-updates.html' title='Hottness Updates'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SuqWBvzw_9I/AAAAAAAABSY/67Hiik3HZHE/s72-c/chest_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-6921880542763770493</id><published>2009-10-08T02:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T02:16:59.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>I went to bed last night knowing that I was going to have funky dreams. My allergies had got the best of me and I needed to use some Nyquill to fall asleep fast. When I have used this wonder drug I have always had really strange and realistic dreams. I am not calling myself a prophet but something strange happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my parents house and I was helping my parents get ready for something. It wasn't a party... I was getting supplies and such ready. The house begins to shake and we run for the basement. Next thing I know the house is being torn off the foundation and I can see a terrible storm devouring everything in it's path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and thought that it was a strange dream. I had watched 2 episodes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Office&lt;/span&gt; before I went to bed so it wasn't that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened our sliding door to go outside and it was incredibly windy out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found it strange that fierce winds were in my dream and woke up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on. Nothing else to see here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-6921880542763770493?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/6921880542763770493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/10/strange.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6921880542763770493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6921880542763770493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/10/strange.html' title='Strange'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-1581376206436874141</id><published>2009-10-06T02:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T02:47:57.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movement</title><content type='html'>For the first time in a long time there is some movement in my life! Not as in working out or running but career wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since moving back to the suburbs, I have had mixed emotions. I've been out of NY for 2 years. It's crazy to me that 2 years ago I was debating a move to California (where I would have been laid off) and a job here in CT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I have hated living in CT. Sure I have had some good times with friends... but for the most part I miss the vibe of New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, I helped out a buddy of mine who works at a cable network in NYC. We have known each other since we were seven years old. He needed something from us so I hooked him up and did such a good job that he asked me to send him my resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2 weeks ago his boss sent me an e-mail about coming in and talking about possible job opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That interview was this past Friday. I am pretty confident in how the interview went because it was two hours and the Executive Producer told me that I "...would be a perfect fit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What helped was that my buddy G is highly respected by her and at the Network.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with my buddy G after the interview and he was impressed that it was about 2 hours long. "She never meets with anyone for more than 20 minutes when it comes to feeling someone out for a position."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shot her a thank you card and a thank you e-mail. Apparently something is in the works and I should be hearing from Human Resources soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty excited about it only because this means that I will be back in NYC and REALLY involved in the creative process for this show. It's long hours and lot's of different jobs to be doing at once but I think that I am up for the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-1581376206436874141?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/1581376206436874141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/10/movement.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1581376206436874141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1581376206436874141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/10/movement.html' title='Movement'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-3379092823984536442</id><published>2009-09-22T02:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T02:22:06.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>I seem to have fallen into this once a week or so posting mostly about my weekends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is sad is that my weekends are pretty much the only time that I have a life. I really have been asking myself the question why am I putting myself through this and I really don't have an answer for you. I hope to find one soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was a good weekend because I hung out with my friend Shane. He lives in Boston but has a boyfriend here in CT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known Shane since college and he's a fun guy to hang out with... but... he likes to embellish the truth a little bit. He's also a major drama queen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Friday night we ended up at a gay bar here in Connecticut. Shanes ex was there which drove Shane crazy and his boyfriend crazier because Shane really isn't over this crazy guy yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To blow off steam the boyfriend took me inside where I ran into this guy Ted that I had a drunken make out session with a few years ago. This is a guy who told me that he didn't want a boyfriend and then a week later had a boyfriend. He has since apologized for it and bought me shots the rest of the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While getting the shots I noticed this guy standing by himself. I mention it to my friend Ted and he said I should go talk to him. I was in a negative mood and said no and really got a push. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over and said hi and it turns out that he had been eyeing me as well and didn't know how to say hi. We got talking and his friend seemed to be getting annoyed. He asked for my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 minutes later I had a text from him saying, "Hey it's Kevin. You're really cute" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we exchanged texts and he called me on Sunday when he was driving home to New Jersey. Ugh... he left out that he was from NJ. BUT... he is moving to CT... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how this will turn out. He likes me which is good. He is a die hard Giants fan which is better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-3379092823984536442?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/3379092823984536442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3379092823984536442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3379092823984536442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/09/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-459069405485452381</id><published>2009-09-15T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:31:49.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a fucking weekend. Started off eh… went to bad and ended great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First… I had plans to party and celebrate in NYC on Saturday night. I took it easy on Friday because of a cash flow problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See… In July my paychecks became tiny. I will still getting by paying rent and utilities but barely. I had no idea why. I looked at paystubs and remembered that my car insurance payments come out of my paycheck because my provider gave a discount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the usually small number had ballooned up to a number that really ticked me off. I gathered all my paperwork and called the company. I was hung up on 3 times “accidently” by the automated system. That ticked me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, the company finally got my change of address form but did not process it until 7 months later. When they did process it they decided to click a box that said my drivers license was invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking with the agent they found out that my rate was wrong and my license was valid and said they would refund the money they had over charged me since July… $2700. Yes. Pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had lunch at one of my favorite places with some friends after a long meeting for work (on a day off) I finished my chicken caesar wrap and something didn’t feel right.  I laid down for a few minutes which turned into a few hours. I woke up feeling like ass. Next thing I know the sandwich came back up and my night became a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was up all night with that nauseous feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely slept and then spent 5 hours tailgating before the Giants game. I really wanted to celebrate the day but just felt awful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I am feeling better and had a great time at the game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-459069405485452381?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/459069405485452381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-fucking-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/459069405485452381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/459069405485452381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-fucking-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-6462502561517316533</id><published>2009-09-08T16:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:10:57.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to F your sister</title><content type='html'>I have been reading a lot of movie scripts lately. In my travels to various screenwriting sites I found the “&lt;a href="http://scottdistillery.googlepages.com/2008BlackList.pdf"&gt;Black List&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the black list? “Universal film executive Franklin Leonard's THE BLACK LIST 2008 "was compiled from the suggestions of over 250 film executives, each of whom contributed the names of up to ten of their favorite scripts that were written in, or are somehow uniquely associated with, 2008 and will not be released in theaters during this calendar year. This year, scripts had to receive at least four mentions to be included on THE BLACK LIST.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s pretty interesting to see what kind of scripts are selling in Hollywood. What’s crazy is the fact that some scripts are bought and never made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One script that was bought by MTV Films is “I Want to ____ your sister” I read it recently and loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read the script &lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/file/32fzkjhz23j/I%20Want%20to%20____%20Your%20Sister%20by%20Melissa%20K.%20Stack.pdf"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I really liked the script because I am a big brother. I am the kind of brother that (in the past) has said things to guys and stood up for my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading it I saw Ryan Reynolds in the part of the big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a read… and remember… the chick who wrote it was paid $300,000 back in 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-6462502561517316533?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/6462502561517316533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-f-your-sister.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6462502561517316533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6462502561517316533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-to-f-your-sister.html' title='I want to F your sister'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-5482226622218853533</id><published>2009-08-24T01:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:02:33.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerzey Weddings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SpIo7N6vVNI/AAAAAAAABSI/7I97jDfnyBg/s1600-h/6a00d8341c730253ef0120a558698d970c-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SpIo7N6vVNI/AAAAAAAABSI/7I97jDfnyBg/s400/6a00d8341c730253ef0120a558698d970c-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373402303219848402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;What a weekend. I’ve had a really busy few weeks and have neglected the blog.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am very sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;So, what have I been up to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Well…. Playing softball and being named “Most Improved Player” on my team. This season I doubled my RBIs and Home Runs. Batted over .650 and was hitting in the clutch. The season ended perfectly. We beat our arch rivals by coming back in the championship game. We get our first place trophies in September!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;I attended a friend’s wedding this weekend down on Long Beach Island, NJ. It’s funny how close I have become with this family. It’s my sisters best friend from college and since they have become close I have hung out with their family a bunch of times and ended up invited to the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;What makes the wedding so excited is that I got to hang out with hot Italian guys for 2 days on a beach and then all dressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Last summer at the 7 weddings I went to, I got lucky and had some good times. This wedding there was a prospect that is still TBD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;This is the story. My sister had a fling with the brides cousin back in college. Now they are good friends. As we are on our way to the parents beach house she says to me, "Anthony is really excited to meet you. You guys have never met and are like twins."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;So the night goes on and the Yankees-Red Sox game is on the HD screen outside and "Peter" introduces himself. He is hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Like insanely hot. We start talking Yankees... a little Giants football and how I have been training for a half marathon. He talks about how medical school has kept him busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;He disappears for the rest of the night and I see him again at the wedding. It's not until the reception that we start to really talk and get to know eachother. He is a shy guy and my sister had said that he is shy but once you get to know him he is your new best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;Cocktail hour he finds me and we start drinking and talking about Vegas. Later, my sister and I make our way to our table and he takes a seat next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;The whole night he was always in my sight. When I would turn around he would be near me on the dance floor. Maybe it was me reading way too much into it and was caught up in his hottness. Halfway through the night I took a picture and said to the girls, "That's a Facebook default pic" Peter came back with a comment, "I just friend requested you so when you get home approve."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;We ended the night doing shots. I ran to the bathroom and when I came back he was gone. Today, after I became friends with him I left him a message about the Yankees - Red Sox. He wrote me back immediately and then shot me a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;I have an open invitation to visit him whenever. I want to take him up on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt;The gratuitous shot of Tim Tebow has been long over due to be posted. My love of Gator nation has been expressed on the blog before. I wanted to shar and post the hottie myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-5482226622218853533?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/5482226622218853533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/08/jerzey-weddings.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5482226622218853533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5482226622218853533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/08/jerzey-weddings.html' title='Jerzey Weddings'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SpIo7N6vVNI/AAAAAAAABSI/7I97jDfnyBg/s72-c/6a00d8341c730253ef0120a558698d970c-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-5560790693867354929</id><published>2009-08-03T01:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:26:26.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SnZ-YQD12SI/AAAAAAAABSA/ahl6itaQbdg/s1600-h/2118-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SnZ-YQD12SI/AAAAAAAABSA/ahl6itaQbdg/s400/2118-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365614961151564066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a very interesting week. I had two friends come out to me in the same week. One came out of left field and the other I saw coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First there was "Jack" who I knew, kinda, in college. Jack is a cool guy. I was paired up with him as his mentor when he was a senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to work in television and my old adviser paired us up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had met him once after I graduated from college because he was in the sketch comedy troupe I help found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met for lunch one day while I was living in NYC and gave him tips on interviewing and he shadowed me at my morning show job one morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week he IMed me out of the blue. We have kept in touch and he is now working at a talk show as a PA. He asked me if I had ever been to Fire Island... I asked why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are parts of FI that are "straight"... he asked where he should take his boyfriend to vacation. I really didn't think of him to be gay... it never came up... very nonchalant which was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second was this guy "Al" who lives in Chicago. We met in Vegas 2 years ago at a fraternity event. He was there as an alumni with a few guys from his chapter. We met at an alumni round-table and hung out at the pool for drinks after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sensed some kind of sexual tension between him and his other frat bro he was there with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time and hung out the rest of our time in Vegas and nothing happened as far as hooking up goes. We stayed in touch mostly through Facebook and he recently planned a trip to NYC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday was coming up and he was staying with a friend of his in the West Village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, after we had met in Vegas, his buddy who I had met him with asked me if I had any interest in Alex. I was more attracted to the friend than Alex but said he was a cute guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Alex is asking to hang out because it's been almost 2 years since we last saw eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up and Zach had become a lot more comfortable with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt like sharing those stories before getting into the guy situation with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-5560790693867354929?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/5560790693867354929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/08/coming-out.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5560790693867354929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5560790693867354929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/08/coming-out.html' title='Coming Out'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SnZ-YQD12SI/AAAAAAAABSA/ahl6itaQbdg/s72-c/2118-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-6935614531832682216</id><published>2009-07-27T01:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T01:43:56.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Grind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sm08btIMlVI/AAAAAAAABR4/wG3-YXB_5w8/s1600-h/5340_584735732983_24202548_34771336_5390344_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sm08btIMlVI/AAAAAAAABR4/wG3-YXB_5w8/s400/5340_584735732983_24202548_34771336_5390344_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363009177936237906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, today I came back to reality and work. Vacation was a blast but there were parts that were not so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 of my 5 beach days were rain outs. That was a bummer but still managed to get some great sun and tan myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up heading out to Block Island for a few days with my family. For those of you not in the northeast it's an island off the coast of Rhode Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's only about 10 square miles and they only allow a certain number of cars on the island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family and our neighbors go out to the island for the same 10 days every summer. It's a really fun time but my sister decided to be a bitch to me when I first got out there. When I got settled I decided to lay on a hammock outside my room that over looks the ocean. I should note that my sisters each got their own private rooms with Queen sized beds. I got a room in the basement with a futon. It is a finished basement with my own bathroom and entrance plus a hammock outside but seriously, a futon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I laid on the hammock and relaxed. About 5 minutes in my bitchy sister calls from the deck asking why I am not hanging out with her. I tell her I want to relax a little bit and she kept giving me shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After giving some 'tude back I was left alone when I wanted to be. Which was good because I got a lot of writing done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home on Saturday and hung out with my friend Shane and his boyfriend. His boyfriend, who I have met once before Saturday, thought I was an awesome guy and is introducing me to a friend of his. The guy is really cute. We'll see how it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have job prospects, a friend hooking me up on a date and I am tan. I feel like a million bucks and can't wait to see what happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-6935614531832682216?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/6935614531832682216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-grind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6935614531832682216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6935614531832682216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the Grind...'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sm08btIMlVI/AAAAAAAABR4/wG3-YXB_5w8/s72-c/5340_584735732983_24202548_34771336_5390344_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-7175135190092340674</id><published>2009-07-18T02:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T02:57:10.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SmFwRreS1iI/AAAAAAAABRw/6n5mbRCB0ng/s1600-h/6080_584409426903_24202242_34747961_7378764_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SmFwRreS1iI/AAAAAAAABRw/6n5mbRCB0ng/s400/6080_584409426903_24202242_34747961_7378764_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359688480577476130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhh.... Vacation. Friday was my first trip to Yankee Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the New Yankee Stadium. Boy did I have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work schedule really hasn't worked out where I could go to a game. When I worked in NY and got out of work at 9am I would go home, nap, then head to the Stadium and find a half price ticket and watch some baseball. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the city to meet a friend of mine who is trying to get me on to this project. It would be doing some writing so I am pretty excited about it. After lunch I met my buddy Chris and headed up to Yankee Stadium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sweet place it is. What really confused me is the fact that I walked in and had no idea where to go or what to do. I knew I wanted to do Monument park and the Museum so I asked one of the Ushers where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you get to Yankee Stadium there are people with signs and t-shirts that say "How may I help you?" These guys know the Stadium and where to go. With minimal waiting Chris and I hit both places in less than an hour. We watched some batting practice and then took our seats in the upper deck. Our seats were not that bad and the weather held out... until the 7th inning when it started to rain and turned into a monsoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took that picture above during the rain delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yankees won (woot!) and I had a good time hanging out with one of my best friends. Now on to softball in the AM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-7175135190092340674?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/7175135190092340674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/07/play-ball.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7175135190092340674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7175135190092340674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/07/play-ball.html' title='Play Ball'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SmFwRreS1iI/AAAAAAAABRw/6n5mbRCB0ng/s72-c/6080_584409426903_24202242_34747961_7378764_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-1261661777081856144</id><published>2009-07-14T02:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:48:11.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up with JP II</title><content type='html'>It's the All Star Break and that means that my job at work should be very easy. My manager asked me to come in a little earlier (still afternoon) to work so I could get out at an hour where bars would still be open and I could meet a friend for a drink or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a last minute "crisis" at work and mis-communication left me at work an hour and a half later than I should have been there. It's ok though. The overtime was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a fun past week. I have been hitting very well in softball and got moved to batting 2nd in our lineup. My bat has been on fire and my fielding has been pretty good too. I am excited for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made my week was this guy &lt;a href="http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2008/07/weekend.html"&gt;Moose&lt;/a&gt; texting me. I met him last summer and the night we spent together was pretty awesome. We did not have full on sex but had some fun regardless. Since then we have kept in touch through texting and phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, he text me this past weekend asking me if I was going to be heading to the gay world series this year. I am not. He said, "Well, it would be nice to see you again. You should fly out" The games are in Milwaukee. I'm not gunna fly all the way to Milwaukee for a booty call and to watch softball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has led me to a conversation I had with a fellow reader named Jason. Since 2007, I have met some really nice guys. Awesome guys. Running theme has been that I don't live near any of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the last 5 guys that I met that were decent guys I would have tried to date all of them. All of the guys said they would love to date me; if I lived near them and didn't work nights. Obviously, someone not willing to sacrifice my work schedule to make a relationship work is not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that. It's just frustrating that it's a common theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, however, meet up with a friend of mine from LA who is back in the NY area. We had a long conversation about life and what I want to do at a diner after getting some drinks on Saturday night. His conclusion is that I should save a bunch of money and move in with him in LA. He has an extra bedroom I could rent out from him and he doesn't mind. We'll see how it goes. The more I think about it the more I need to take a risk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-1261661777081856144?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/1261661777081856144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up-with-jp-ii.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1261661777081856144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1261661777081856144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up-with-jp-ii.html' title='Catching up with JP II'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-6217604061248138305</id><published>2009-07-07T02:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:06:56.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in my future...</title><content type='html'>I have been debating on writing about this. It happened while I was in Vegas. I had been playing blackjack and was down some money and buzzed off of the Jack Daniels I was drinking. I was walking up to my hotel room when I passed this little alcove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a psychic. I have always wanted to get my fortune read. The only time I have ever done it was on the streets of New York while my then girlfriend was with me. The psychic said she saw me and my girlfriend getting married but I needed to go to her private office to have my energy cleansed from the devil. Needless to say I have not seen one since that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was intrigued. Also tipsey. I decided to go in and say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I paid my fee and off we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First she talked about work. She said that I am very focused on work and that she sees me on the phone at work but that I do not work in sales. Correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nodded my head yes. She asked me not to tell her anything about myself except my birthday and to only give her YES or NO questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was interesting is what she said next. She said she sees me signing papers in December and that I will be changing focus in December. I would be staying within the same company but in a different area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to get this fellowship, where the final interviews are in December, I would be staying with the same Company but living in LA. Interesting. She said that I am a creative guy and that what I am doing right now is not what I want to do. Ok, genaric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did say that she see's a life change in December/January which is when I would be moving if I got this fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She moved on to my love life. She said that I was single and have been for a while. She interrupted the love section and said, "I feel that you hate your midsection and have been doing a lot of running lately. I see you wearing an iPod. It somehow tracks your running." My mouth dropped. She told me to keep the running up and it will help me reach my goal. It's great meditation for me, which she mentioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then talked about my love life. Yes I am single. She started looking strangely at the tarrot cards. She said, "I see you meeting someone with dark hair in August." She paused, then looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're gay. right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't exactly come off feminine. That she got that right blew me away. She said that because she was picking up a very masculine energy with dark hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently I will meet a guy in August, who I do not know right now, who I will date for 2 years. We will break up and I will then date someone I already know who has blondish hair for 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this was over I wrote a bunch of it down in my written journal. I had been debating on writing it here but decided that I wanted to just in case any of this comes true. Starting August 1 I want to go see another psychic and see what they have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-6217604061248138305?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/6217604061248138305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-in-my-future.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6217604061248138305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6217604061248138305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-in-my-future.html' title='What&apos;s in my future...'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2024241897911959663</id><published>2009-07-07T02:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T02:53:28.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That dancer from Jimmy Fallon...</title><content type='html'>Jimmy Fallon was in repeats tonight and I remembered the episode. When I first saw the episode he was trying to get guys to do a dance to a song he created. He asked two members of the audience to come down and try and create a catchy dance to the beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was just BAD. The second was awesome. Turns out he was a ringer and professional dancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ringer was really hot. With only a few minutes at work to kill I decided to try and find him using Google. SUCCESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SlLwAmSKExI/AAAAAAAABRo/ryqYFLaYWOk/s1600-h/l_48f1bcc7fb2b26cd862903585e19a8b4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SlLwAmSKExI/AAAAAAAABRo/ryqYFLaYWOk/s400/l_48f1bcc7fb2b26cd862903585e19a8b4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355606799964312338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's 22 years old and from Los Angeles. He's also about 5'8". He's fun to look at though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2024241897911959663?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2024241897911959663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-dancer-from-jimmy-fallon.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2024241897911959663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2024241897911959663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/07/that-dancer-from-jimmy-fallon.html' title='That dancer from Jimmy Fallon...'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SlLwAmSKExI/AAAAAAAABRo/ryqYFLaYWOk/s72-c/l_48f1bcc7fb2b26cd862903585e19a8b4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-5305527046969604723</id><published>2009-07-01T12:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T14:07:38.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Application sent...</title><content type='html'>Over the last year I have been trying to figure out what the hell I really want to do with my life. I have talked about numerous times on here that i want to write for TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, good news... I sent my Writing Fellowship application out last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to write an episode of a television show currently in production. I chose &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; (HIMYM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It's one of the funniest shows out there. I wrote about 5 drafts of the script before my friend Lisa took a look at it and gave me some notes and edits to make. I also had to write a biography which was about a paragraph and a Statement of Interest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After I finished I had posted on Facebook that I had finished my script. A friend of mine called me and asked what was up with it. We got to talking and it turns out she has a friend that used to work on HIMYM. She put me in touch with him and after chatting with him for a little bit he asked to read my script. I asked him to give me as much feedback as possible. He sent me an e-mail yesterday morning and said this..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;I think you really nailed the tone of the show. Pacing was strong, dialogue was right where it needed to be (Robin and Barney in particular), and the plot -- while wacky -- was perfectly in line with the kind of things that HIMYM have done to great success in the past. Likewise a big fan of some of the gags you worked in. All in all it was a an easy and entertaining read -- it "felt" like a HIMYM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;div style="margin-top: 5pt; margin-bottom: 5pt; "&gt;It was well-researched, funny, and definitely one of the strongest specs I’ve seen from someone not currently drawing a paycheck as a pro."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only did that make my day, it has given me a really big confidence boost. Now I have to figure out what the hell I am going to do to make this happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-5305527046969604723?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/5305527046969604723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/07/application-sent.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5305527046969604723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5305527046969604723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/07/application-sent.html' title='Application sent...'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-3835044956994474894</id><published>2009-06-26T04:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T04:53:45.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SkSLhookl-I/AAAAAAAABRg/jHqhjXS5OPs/s1600-h/convenant01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SkSLhookl-I/AAAAAAAABRg/jHqhjXS5OPs/s400/convenant01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351555667182524386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had some questions as to why I posted a picture of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sebastian Stan on my "Fin" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Kings which is finishing out it's run on NBC is just excellent. It's too bad that no one is watching the show. It's so well written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest episode, deals with a blackout in the city of Gilboa. The princess sneaks off with her latest love, David. Prince Jack, who is in the closet, reaches out to Joseph, his lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an adorable scene where they hold hands walking down the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show has so much potential. I really wish it would come back for a second season. Too bad we won't have a Jericho like come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-3835044956994474894?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/3835044956994474894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/kings.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3835044956994474894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3835044956994474894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/kings.html' title='Kings'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SkSLhookl-I/AAAAAAAABRg/jHqhjXS5OPs/s72-c/convenant01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8289995144833777382</id><published>2009-06-17T02:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T02:57:25.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laid</title><content type='html'>I was talking with another former blogger bud today about how his weekend was. He lives out in LA and was talking about his sorta boyfriend and how he hopes to see him later this week and get laid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started thinking... I haven't got laid since September. Sigh. It's really not THAT big of a deal. There have been other "activities" I have partaken in but I just have not had full on intercourse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people see oral sex as sex/getting laid/hooking up. Getting laid is full on insertion of your penis into an ass. A blow job is just a blow job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus I should be focused on where my career is going. More on that later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SjiTLspPbYI/AAAAAAAABRY/IR9ITUYgtmE/s1600-h/june-bwbms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SjiTLspPbYI/AAAAAAAABRY/IR9ITUYgtmE/s400/june-bwbms.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348186386674445698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8289995144833777382?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8289995144833777382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/laid.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8289995144833777382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8289995144833777382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/laid.html' title='Laid'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SjiTLspPbYI/AAAAAAAABRY/IR9ITUYgtmE/s72-c/june-bwbms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-3304598688442732286</id><published>2009-06-16T02:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T01:15:12.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sjc8dhgAjhI/AAAAAAAABRA/mhsDDMZhUuU/s1600-h/6a00d8341c730253ef01156fb8aebd970c-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sjc8dhgAjhI/AAAAAAAABRA/mhsDDMZhUuU/s320/6a00d8341c730253ef01156fb8aebd970c-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347809560432250386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finished with my script I have been working on since April. I started writing a "spec script" based on the CBS show How I Met Your Mother. I love the show and think it's hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have sent my finished copy to a few friends who have English degrees and one who works in TV. They have all loved it. One who is an English professor at a Community College (you gotta start somewhere) told me, "I was not expecting much when you sent it to me. Boy did you prove me wrong. You have talent!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels really good to get feedback from friends. I kept asking them if they were blowing smoke up my ass. They were not. I have to finish up a few random parts of the application but it looks like I will send it out completed on Friday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now will start work on 30 Rock or something original that I have been plotting in the back of my mind for a while. Stay tuned.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One show that I loved this year was Kings on NBC. I really wish that NBC hadn't fucked it up with a time slot. I was thinking of writing a spec based on the show but since it's a one and done show I don't know how agents would respond with that. Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-3304598688442732286?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/3304598688442732286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/fin.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3304598688442732286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3304598688442732286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/fin.html' title='Fin'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sjc8dhgAjhI/AAAAAAAABRA/mhsDDMZhUuU/s72-c/6a00d8341c730253ef01156fb8aebd970c-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2790021514684663269</id><published>2009-06-15T02:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T02:58:09.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sjc8l-bflLI/AAAAAAAABRI/saBpKvNRPz0/s1600-h/three%2B%2B%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sjc8l-bflLI/AAAAAAAABRI/saBpKvNRPz0/s320/three%2B%2B%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347809705636893874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have returned from Sin City. Let me tell you something it was awesome to get away from everything for a few days and just not worry about anything. All I had to worry about was what I was going to do that night and even that was taken care of for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew to Vegas to see one of my best friends who was working out there at a film festival. What was nice about the trip was that I was able to crash in his room and chill out during the day at the hotel... for free. Well, I bought him dinner one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my days were spent by the pool. I would walk to strip after I woke up... then head to the pool for about 5 hours. I laid in the sun, drank in the pool and just watched the eye candy go by. If you ever get a chance to go to Vegas and can stay at the Palms. DO IT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There were so many hot guys just hanging around the pool. Most of them were guidos. I am into that meat head/cocky thing. I don't know why... it might stem back to most of the guys I hung out with played football and were that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The casino and resort has just a younger vibe to it. I saw a few adults try and come out and lay by the pool only to leave after a few minutes. There is a DJ out there blasting music. Weekdays it was mostly pop, rock and rap mix. Weekends especially Fridays it felt like a club, but outside and everyone was pretty much naked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ditch Fridays. This is a promotion that The Palms does. If you stay at the hotel, you get in no questions asked. Otherwise you have to be on a list. This is where you will see some of the hottest bodies in Vegas. Plus the people with not so great bodies watching those with the rockin bodies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sjc_J1d2tAI/AAAAAAAABRQ/cK-mnXMiGeU/s1600-h/3614622404_6108744b45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sjc_J1d2tAI/AAAAAAAABRQ/cK-mnXMiGeU/s400/3614622404_6108744b45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347812520729424898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not taken by the pool but you get the idea. I pretty much spent my days in the sun watching hot guys walk by. Thank god I had my sunglasses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Ditch Fridays have become something of a circus. When you come downstairs in the hotel there are bouncers near the entrance. They have a line of people waiting to see if they made the list and another spot for hotel guests to just walk in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got into Ditch and it was a fucking circus. The ladies at the pool were pretty much skanky strippers wearing strings. The guys... well I saw some of the hottest guys around the pool. Hot, trim bods. What I don't understand is why all the guys shaved their bodies and then wore a suit too big for them. I mean, I am not complaining but these guys had their swim suits pretty much wide open with the base of their cocks hanging out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my buddy who had been there for a few days and we started talking with the Miller Lite girls. Ditch gets very crazy on certain Fridays. This was a "tame" Friday. One of the girls had seen full on fucking in the pool and hot tub while everyone just watched. Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, one thing that everyone has asked me (excluding people I work with and my parents) "Did you get laid?" I did not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean... It's kinda sad that I didn't. But I had a good time regardless. I got into some great parties and drank Grey Goose all night for free every night I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I partied at Rain for free and got to hear DJ AM spin for free. He blew my mind away with what he did with his mixes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a good time. I really did. I got to spend time with one of my best friends. Thats what counted for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the $300 I lost in roulette.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2790021514684663269?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2790021514684663269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/viva-las-vegas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2790021514684663269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2790021514684663269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Sjc8l-bflLI/AAAAAAAABRI/saBpKvNRPz0/s72-c/three%2B%2B%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-6180934606339878637</id><published>2009-06-09T02:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T03:03:56.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Si4Hz-flFII/AAAAAAAABQw/0YyoPXFdi-w/s1600-h/DSC00799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Si4Hz-flFII/AAAAAAAABQw/0YyoPXFdi-w/s400/DSC00799.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345218397265532034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in need of a vacation. I don't know if it's a good place to go to relax but I could not turn down a free hotel room in Las Vegas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A buddy of mine is out there for work and has a free hotel room all to himself. He asked me if I wanted to join him while he was out there and I said yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly out of JFK on Wednesday and can't wait to get out of the state for a few days and just forget about life and work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on finishing up my script while I am out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you just laugh reading that last statement? I did on the inside. My plan is to relax during the day and get some writing done by the pool of the resort I am staying at. The last time I was out there I stayed at The Palms and it was to just party my face off. Which I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Si4I0k2W0lI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KsSHy5hLQg0/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Si4I0k2W0lI/AAAAAAAABQ4/KsSHy5hLQg0/s320/DSC00855.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345219507073241682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy I am staying with, a fraternity brother of mine, is also a writer and has been helping me with characters in my spec script. All in all my plan is to just relax during the day and party it up at night. Possibly play some blackjack while I am out there. I am terrible at everything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that tomorrow will be one of the longest days of work EVER. It always is right before you go on vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-6180934606339878637?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/6180934606339878637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/vegas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6180934606339878637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6180934606339878637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/vegas.html' title='Vegas...'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Si4Hz-flFII/AAAAAAAABQw/0YyoPXFdi-w/s72-c/DSC00799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-7962090832624552775</id><published>2009-06-09T02:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:55:36.685-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Amazing Happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Si4DBshTO8I/AAAAAAAABQo/hWfPxNWXcoE/s1600-h/Hairy_shirtless_football_player.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Si4DBshTO8I/AAAAAAAABQo/hWfPxNWXcoE/s320/Hairy_shirtless_football_player.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345213135400942530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the tag line to the NBA Playoffs right now. My amazing is something different. I really don't give a fuck about guys right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have used this outlet to vent my frustrations about men, dating and everything in between. I have had some &lt;a href="http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html"&gt;interests&lt;/a&gt; but that was over a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last few weeks I have been working on an application to a Fellowship program based out of LA. It's consumed ever inch of my being the last few weeks. I lost myself in the world I created for this one, 22 minute sitcom. After I put everything together I took a look at what I had written. Made changes and sent it to my a friend I know and trust who is a writer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JP- I am a huge fan of the show. I laughed my ass off reading this thing" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first response of many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"wow... really great!!! some of the lines are so spot on that i had to read them a few times and think... did they actually say that on an episode already?! I am very impressed.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing if they were blowing smoke up my ass I sent it to a friend of mine who I know is just very negative. He even loved it. Well, he started with running commentary on AIM... I told him to finish the whole thing then get back to me. 20 minutes later he said he laughed out loud the entire way though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, the responses I have been getting from friends who read it love it. I just hope the judges love it as much as my friends who have read it do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than focusing on what I have been writing there isn't much to report to the blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been pretty boring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-7962090832624552775?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/7962090832624552775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-amazing-happens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7962090832624552775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7962090832624552775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-amazing-happens.html' title='Where Amazing Happens'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Si4DBshTO8I/AAAAAAAABQo/hWfPxNWXcoE/s72-c/Hairy_shirtless_football_player.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-439082431943259522</id><published>2009-06-03T13:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:54:25.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News</title><content type='html'>Since my "memo" I have some good news from one of my friends. I was his wing man this past weekend. Turns out that the guy he wanted, Jay, had also spotted Anthony from across the room as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I did was say hi and introduce him to my friend and walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I heard last night that they have been talking on the phone almost every day and have a date lined up for tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really happy for him! I really hope this works out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-439082431943259522?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/439082431943259522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-news.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/439082431943259522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/439082431943259522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-news.html' title='Good News'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-6772478545395128380</id><published>2009-06-01T01:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T02:21:09.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memo</title><content type='html'>TO: mylife@jp's-life.com&lt;br /&gt;CC: karma@jp's-life.com&lt;br /&gt;CC: god@thePopeisDope.net&lt;br /&gt;CC: dignity@jp's-life.com&lt;br /&gt;CC: fate@life.earth.com&lt;br /&gt;BCC: Coke.Habit@steve's-life.com&lt;br /&gt;Subject: RE; Saturday Night&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday June 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Life-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This memo is in regards to the events of Saturday night into Sunday morning. First, let me thank Karma and Life for all of your hard work in securing employment for the next few months. A steady paycheck is needed to stay on our 2009 Goals. However, the events of Saturday need to be touched upon before moving forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday started out great. You really didn't let me get too drunk on Friday night and rewarded me with an excellent screening of the movie, "The Room" (please refer to new blog post for more on this.) I had a great time with my two friends I haven't seen in a while and laughed my ass off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remind me to bring business cards with me wherever I go for "professional type" situations. Even if I am wearing a tshirt and having some strong herb passed my way by a cast member of SNL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life delivered some beautiful weather on Saturday. This let me unwind on my fraternity brothers roof deck most of the afternoon. Work on my tan and catch up on bullshitting with a great friend. Those are the perfect types of afternoons that should be re-created more often. Sans roof tops and substitute other locations. Physical activity (ie running, swimming, boating etc) will be greatly appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karma really paid off with the traffic lights walking from 34th street up Broadway to go to softball happy hour. My teammates were in a great mood, enjoyed themselves and really had a good time. Life and Karma really pitched in together to deliver Steve. A friend of a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is cute, athletic and has an amazing personality. Kudos to his team for helping him come out a few months ago and deliver him to the Homosexual Division. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, an Eagles fan from Philly? Really? That does not conform to my usual standards but will be over looked in light of the rest of Saturday night. The constant, "I just want to do some blow and have some guy suck my dick tonight" comments were a little too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this juncture I would like to address what happened at the bar after dinner. I think that my act as a wing man not once but twice really gave me points on Saturday night. I hooked a friend up with a really cute guy because my friend is shy and I would like to see him find a really nice guy, unlike his ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also, despite being attracted to Steve, hooked him up with two different guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this happens, a man should be sent my way. Please communicate this to Fate and Coincidence ASAP. In this current economic climate I can't have Life, Karma, Fate and Coincidence not working together to meet the common goal of getting me laid or finding me a boyfriend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday afternoon we will all be meeting to discuss how to go about having a better weekend in this regard. Otherwise we had a great weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS- Thank you for working with Billy's team on getting him to the bar on Saturday. Even if it was for only a few hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-6772478545395128380?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/6772478545395128380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/memo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6772478545395128380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6772478545395128380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/06/memo.html' title='Memo'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-5972545432608857289</id><published>2009-05-29T14:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:54:43.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alternate History</title><content type='html'>I think everyone asks at one point in their lives, "How would my life be different if..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked that question a few months ago when talking with a bunch of friends. How would my life be different if I had moved out to LA to take that studio job? Well, the guy who took it ultimately lost the position due to the writers strike and is currently in Boston trying to find a steady gig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I had made a move on this girl in high school that I was crazy about (she was kinda mannish-soccer playing kinda girl)Would I be married right now and not have this blog? Possibly have a blog about being married and in the closet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These questions have always intrigued me. Various scientists believe that we are always creating "new timelines" with every choice we make. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream last night that was just like an alternate reality. I'm sure some of you have had dreams like that. Where everything is familiar and yet different in some ways? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the Land of the Lost trailers I have been seeing? That episode of Sliders I caught late night while trying to fall asleep where the Jets won a Super Bowl over the 49ers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago I was watching the finale of "Fringe" on FOX. If you ahven't seen the show, I highly recommend watching it. It's a JJ Abrams show that deals with Alternate Realities and "Fringe Science" like teleportation, dark matter and the like. It's almost like the XFiles. Check it out on Hulu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPOILERS***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the finale of the show, the main character Olivia is trying to get a meeting with the head of Massive Dynamic. A tech company that is behind a lot of research that may give her a lead on a case she is working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is told to meet William Bell at this restaurant. He never shows. As she is leaving she gets in the elevator and after a few bright flashes.. well... check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRUfd0iEi0w&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aRUfd0iEi0w&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and I were talking about the show and he turned me on to a series of books about the Civil War. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline-191"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timeline-191&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Turtledove does a "What if..." and writes about an alternate America where the North is defeated in the Civil War. There are two Americas. The Union and Confederacy. His series of books goes beyond the Civil War and up through World War 2. I have started reading them and I enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit of a different type of entry for JP today. I would love to write a what if novel... maybe even a TV Series... seems JJ Abrams is beating me to it though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-5972545432608857289?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/5972545432608857289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/alternate-history.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5972545432608857289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5972545432608857289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/alternate-history.html' title='Alternate History'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-7215330291164860819</id><published>2009-05-28T13:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T13:48:33.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Night</title><content type='html'>I barely talk about work on here anymore. I really need to talk about what happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago I was switched back to the night shift because of the loss of someone in my department moving to our LA Facility. No big deal. Instead of 5am-2pm I am working 4pm-1am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked to come in later last night to help cover the desk because of the way our late shows were arranged. So I did my normal schedule of waking up, going for a run, making food and then took some of the extra time I had to work on a script I have been writing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to my desk a little before 6pm and noticed that my manager and coordinating producer were waiting for me at my desk. I put my bag down and had my CP tell me to follow him into our Senior CPs office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk in, they shut the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am shitting myself at this point. Trying to figure out what is going on. I have a colleague sitting next to me who has this confused look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senior producer starts off the meeting with..."The company decided to lay of X amount of people today" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sank. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went on about how the company studied what was going on and projected through 2010.. yadda yadda yadda... the entire time she left out the fact that my job was safe. When she told me I was overcome with joy but then she mentioned some of the people who were laid off. People I know. Friends of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then dropped a bomb on us. Up until Monday my immediate area that has about 19 people in it would have lost 7 or so. The argument that I do a highly specialized job that requires a lot of training left them keeping our job safe. Plus, we have saved the company over a million dollars since January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting ended and I texted my friend who had been let go to see if she was ok. She was. She had cleaned out her apartment and started to drive to another city hoping to find work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wake up call that no one is safe right now. I'm happy that I have job. I also realize that I should start thinking of a backup plan if I get laid off in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-7215330291164860819?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/7215330291164860819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/scary-night.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7215330291164860819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7215330291164860819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/scary-night.html' title='Scary Night'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-5375534223945517787</id><published>2009-05-20T02:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:52:30.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Glee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ShOmrXCO-gI/AAAAAAAABQY/H2nprHkYn4w/s1600-h/gallery_enlarged-glee-screening-photos-05122009-26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ShOmrXCO-gI/AAAAAAAABQY/H2nprHkYn4w/s320/gallery_enlarged-glee-screening-photos-05122009-26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337793247212141058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I first saw the preview for this show a few months ago and was really excited about it. The show is a little bit of Sister Act 2 and Mighty Ducks rolled into one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictured above is "Finn Hudson" (great porn name by the way) He's the star quarterback of the school and has a secret passion for singing. He joins the Glee Club without his buddies knowing and ends up really enjoying himself and rocking out to an awesome arrangement of "Don't Stop Believing" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no shame in saying that I was in choir in high school. I was an All State singer! I really like the elements of show. Underdogs versus the popular kids. Rocking out on stage with other "theater geeks". I highly recommend the show. Plus there are some scenes in the locker room with some shirtless guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ShOm4X2tMUI/AAAAAAAABQg/yG-HEt6BRGk/s1600-h/gallery_enlarged-glee-screening-photos-05122009-27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ShOm4X2tMUI/AAAAAAAABQg/yG-HEt6BRGk/s320/gallery_enlarged-glee-screening-photos-05122009-27.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337793470770524482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNU0KoBIIdE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNU0KoBIIdE&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-5375534223945517787?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/5375534223945517787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/glee.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5375534223945517787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5375534223945517787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/glee.html' title='Glee!'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ShOmrXCO-gI/AAAAAAAABQY/H2nprHkYn4w/s72-c/gallery_enlarged-glee-screening-photos-05122009-26.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8226133371089595284</id><published>2009-05-20T02:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T02:40:00.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyfriends</title><content type='html'>Spring has sprung! Summer is almost here and you know that it's here because of one reason. Someone you know just got into a relationship or they are breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just an observation from someone who is pretty bitter and observing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case 1: The break up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My fraternity brother Phil has been dating this girl for about 2 years. He is heads over heels in love with her. Most of his friends don't really like her. She is a year younger than him and just graduated from a 5 year program with her masters. She told him that she wanted to take a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still talk and text but she wants the option open for her to go off and hook up with other guys. I told him that it's bullshit that she would do that to you. I gave him advice and then he asked me for the honest truth of what I thought. I think I broke the kids heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time when someone in the relationship says "I want to take a break" more often than not the relationship has only a few weeks left. It's just a way of dragging out the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Case 2: Come out, get a bf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reader of the blog who I will call "Charlie" contacted me a few months ago. Really awesome guy. Similar situation to me while I was in college. He's gay, sort of in the closet and in a fraternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our conversations went on I could feel what he was going through. I went through it. I hadn't heard from him in a few weeks. Until tonight. He IMed me to tell me that he had awesome news: He came out to his friends and now has a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does this happen to pretty much everyone else except me?! Well, Charlie went off to a leadership conference and met this guy. He opened up to him and they had a lot in common and is now seeing him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what the deal with all of this is but I want to catch the spring fever. Last spring I caught it and the guy and I ended up not really getting along after a week or two. No big deal. Just wish my time would come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8226133371089595284?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8226133371089595284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/boyfriends.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8226133371089595284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8226133371089595284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/boyfriends.html' title='Boyfriends'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-6013676838845460335</id><published>2009-05-18T11:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:53:07.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend</title><content type='html'>I haven't had this busy of a weekend in a while. It all started Friday with heading into NYC with a few buddies from college for a "Guys Night out" A friend of mine has a place on 34th street and we drank on his roof deck. he has some great views of the city there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we decided to head to Brother Jimmys to start the night. Well, from there it gets blurry. We were all dancing and shooting the shit and just having a great time. I woke up the next morning with an enormous hangover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a big day for me and my family. My sister got engaged! Her fiance is an awesome guy. I spent most of Saturday with family eating and drinking some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun and crazy weekend. Now it's back to reality and back to running and working out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-6013676838845460335?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/6013676838845460335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6013676838845460335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6013676838845460335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-9060301680959137215</id><published>2009-05-14T03:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T03:23:13.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on a Boat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This is one of my favorite songs right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.nbc.com/o/4727a250e66f9723/4a0bc6e005d86a77/4727a250e66f9723/2f7c89ac/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div style="font:10px arial;width:300px;margin-top:3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/" target="_blank"&gt;Video Recaps&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/full-episodes/" target="_blank"&gt;Full Episodes&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Video/library/webisodes/" target="_blank"&gt;Webisodes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-9060301680959137215?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/9060301680959137215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-on-boat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/9060301680959137215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/9060301680959137215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-on-boat.html' title='I&amp;#39;m on a Boat...'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-521188498104810515</id><published>2009-05-13T02:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T02:57:08.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Running my ass off...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dancingnekkid.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/billy_streaking.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 544px;" src="http://www.dancingnekkid.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/02/billy_streaking.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the title says... I have been running my ass off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple months ago I bought &lt;a href="http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-nike.html"&gt;Nike&lt;/a&gt;+ and have been running with it. I also did an experiment with P90X. I decided to spend a few more weeks with running and lifting before diving back into p90x.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do a lot of cardio. I want to run a 5k in a few weeks and then hit up a half marathon in October. I talked with my P90 coach and he said to give running a try in the morning and then use my "dinner break" at work to do most of the work out. I would need 90 minutes but only get 60 for my break. I am still trying to work it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing some distance running. My times have improved tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;2 miles&lt;br /&gt;32:15 total&lt;br /&gt;16:11 per mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out of shape and just getting back into running. No big deal. I think I did this on a tredmill too. I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 19, 2009&lt;br /&gt;2.73 miles&lt;br /&gt;30:09 total&lt;br /&gt;11:03 per mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;4.32 miles&lt;br /&gt;41:20 total&lt;br /&gt;9:32 per mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blew me away.... My stats just kept getting better and better... here is what I did today... err yesterday... I hate working nights because this is still considered today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 12 2009&lt;br /&gt;5 miles&lt;br /&gt;43:23 total&lt;br /&gt;9:13 per mile&lt;br /&gt;841 calories burned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels awesome. What makes it even cooler is that training with a goal in mind helps keep you motivated. My motivation is to kick ass in a 5k and impress myself with my half marathon numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall... I am on a great pace for summer... get it... pace!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-521188498104810515?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/521188498104810515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/running-my-ass-off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/521188498104810515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/521188498104810515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/running-my-ass-off.html' title='Running my ass off...'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-1405469591789633484</id><published>2009-05-12T01:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T02:51:06.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/05/chris-pine-shirtless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 300px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/05/chris-pine-shirtless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span lang="EN"&gt; &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;What an amazing weekend. First and foremost, I saw &lt;i&gt;Star Trek &lt;/i&gt;on Friday after having a lovely dinner with my friend Lisa. The movie blew my mind. If you aren’t a fan of the franchise, don’t worry… you will love this movie.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;Fridays seem to be my dinner and a movie night with my ladies. Its great though. After the movie was done and stopped in downtown New Haven to see some buddies for beers and ended up staying up until 4am drinking out of a keg and making hamburgers with 3 guys from college. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;Saturday was Softball Day. I have been on FIRE as of late. I went 6 for 6 in both games and seem to be hitting the ball very solid. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;During our 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; game, I realized that I had crushes on about 80% of the other team. Majority of the guys are super hot. By crushes I meant that the guys are really good looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;After we were done with the game I grabbed some dinner with our manager&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Over dinner at this BBQ place he talked about whenever we hung out he always had a good time. He also loved that I liked to go up to random guys and say hi to them. He wanted to change that and be able to talk to other people besides the people he would know at bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;I told him that we were going to meet random guys that night and have some fun talking with them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;We went to GYM first. Hoping to bump into some of the other guys from teams. We did and I saw my favorite bartender. I bought the first round of drinks. When it came for a third I leaned into the bar and ordered. I heard a voice  next to me say, "That sounds amazing" to my Jack &amp;amp; Ginger drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;A slim faced guy stared back at me and smiled. I decided to turn up the charm.What followed was an awesome night of conversation witha  24 year old swimmer who "just moved up to NY" from Florida. He was really tall too. When I started talking to him, he was sitting down. When he stood up I could not believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;As the night came to a close, he asked me for my phone number. He told me that he would want to get to know me better if I lived in NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;He was cute and it was fun talking with him. I knew that it would not go anywhere after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p dir="ltr" align="left"&gt;Overall it was a fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-1405469591789633484?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/1405469591789633484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-amazing-weekend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1405469591789633484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1405469591789633484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-amazing-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8944260612963688456</id><published>2009-05-04T12:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:15:57.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Settle Down</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty good weekend leading into Sunday. Very mellow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had dinner and drinks with two friends from home I haven't seen in a while. They pretty much talked the entire time but it was fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went running tried to focus my head and when I got home I just relaxed on my couch watching the Yankees game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a call from my softball manager asking me if I was still playing in one game on Sunday. I said yes one game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up Sunday to rain. As I started to get ready to go I called our manager to make sure the game was still on, despite the rain. It was. I drove into NY to pick up some teammates and it was really starting to pick up. I called several times to ask if the game was still on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He assured me that we would be playing and that it was not raining in NJ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, every team in our league has to play one game in NJ for some odd reason. I swooped in and picked up 3 teammates and we all said, by the time we get out there the game would be canceled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were right. As soon as we got out of the car they called the game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pissed. What made me even more pissed off is that I had to sit in traffic on my way home and had barely enough time to eat food and get to work and work all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a phone call from my manager thanking me for what I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if it's me being a good teammate and trying to help the team out or bme being stupid enough to listen to my instincts with the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JP has a new rule... if it's raining I am not heading to NY to play softball. End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8944260612963688456?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8944260612963688456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/settle-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8944260612963688456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8944260612963688456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/05/settle-down.html' title='Settle Down'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-4543273461018381494</id><published>2009-04-28T12:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T12:28:12.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Guys on TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SfcsuYIV5tI/AAAAAAAABQA/EYMB6vcrvf4/s1600-h/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SfcsuYIV5tI/AAAAAAAABQA/EYMB6vcrvf4/s400/-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have been watching Yankees games on YES this season I am sure you have seen this hottie on your screen. It's a Bank of America commercial where this hot piece is painting some POS car with pinstripes and a Yankees symbol. His girlfriend comes out ad screams "AHHHHH! I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank of America is the official bank of the Yankees and I got to say I love the guy in the commercial. Uber crush on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BoA or the Yankees... please send him my way. I also love the fact that the house number behind him is "420" Thanks prop guys for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a commercial for ESPN360.com running on ESPN and other networks. The guy on the commercial reminds me of a guy I see at work all the time. He's the blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows these guys, please hook JP up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ituM7sueZp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ituM7sueZp8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-4543273461018381494?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/4543273461018381494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-guys-on-tv.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/4543273461018381494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/4543273461018381494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/hot-guys-on-tv.html' title='Hot Guys on TV'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SfcsuYIV5tI/AAAAAAAABQA/EYMB6vcrvf4/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-4214568608633937797</id><published>2009-04-27T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:13:45.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Stolen Glances"</title><content type='html'>I logged into Google Reader today using my personal e-mail. I love using Google reader to go through all the blogs and RSS feeds I subscribe to. The main page of Google reader gives you suggestions for blogs I may like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog was one of them. I really thought that was awesome. I also came across another blog of a guy who has a pretty strong readership.&lt;a href="http://apopulardudessecretlife.blogspot.com/"&gt; A Popular Dudes Life. &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just getting started reading his entries but he seems like a cool guy. He also posts some hot pictures of guys, which I should get back into doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a stolen glances moment that he talks about on his blog. When I lived in New York I did a lot of eye fucking. You see a really hot guy and you don't know if he is into guys at all. First you check him out and as you do you get really into it thinking about all the dirty things you want to do to him. Sometimes he catches your glance and returns the favor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday as I was taking &lt;a href="http://www.mta.info/mnr/html/planning/schedules/index.html"&gt;Metro North&lt;/a&gt; and I ran to make sure I caught the train. I was seriously all sweaty and out of breath. I sat down and I lock eyes with a guy diagonally across from me. We locked eyes a few times... I felt gross so I put my sunglasses on and tried to take a short nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a cute guy. Buzzed dark hair, blue eyes, a soccer players build and sparkling white teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard him start talking to his friends in French. I looked over at him again and he had his leg up in a way that I could see right up his shorts to his package. I don't know if it was intentional or what but it was pretty awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I heard him speaking French it reminded me of a Bisexual Rugby Player that &lt;a href="http://www.outsports.com/os/index.php/component/content/article/24-people/194-bisexual-rugby-player-takes-things-in-stride"&gt;Outsports&lt;/a&gt; posted a story on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently over in Europe, guys will make out with one an other at clubs because they want to and it's not that big of a deal. If only America worked that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the story and let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-4214568608633937797?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/4214568608633937797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/stolen-glances.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/4214568608633937797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/4214568608633937797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/stolen-glances.html' title='&quot;Stolen Glances&quot;'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-5958320397203942523</id><published>2009-04-27T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:39:57.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Day and more</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday was opening day for my softball team. Before I go into the details of the game let's backtrack to the start of an awesome weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My work week ends on Thursday. Usually I am at work until about 2 or 3am. Thursday I was having really bad sinus pain. I couldn't concentrate. The guy I sit next to said I went from looking fine to absolute crap in 10 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to go home and that he would cover for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home... took a bunch of Claritin and went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was just an amazing day. I felt better and wanted to be outside as much as possible. I went for a run. Set a best in the mile and hung out the rest of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I trekked into NY by train for my game. The weather on Saturday was amazing. I didn't realize how hot it was until someone said it was pushing 90 degrees. With no humidity it felt awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my stats (off the top of my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Game 1&gt; 3-for-4 with 2 RBIs&lt;br /&gt;Game 2&gt; 2-for-4 with no RBIs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messed up two plays in the field but that's ok... I'm a little rusty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night I hung out with my friend Ben. He and I worked together in NY, he's straight so it's nothing like that. We pretty much went around and drank our faces off... told jokes and hung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a great weekend. No stories of meeting guys... but just a nice relaxing weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-5958320397203942523?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/5958320397203942523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/opening-day-and-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5958320397203942523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5958320397203942523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/opening-day-and-more.html' title='Opening Day and more'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-3333102755686481958</id><published>2009-04-23T12:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:44:38.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nash Lalwer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SfCXPVGWX0I/AAAAAAAABPg/tsj3LwRpRfk/s1600-h/2762_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SfCXPVGWX0I/AAAAAAAABPg/tsj3LwRpRfk/s320/2762_001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Late last night I got home and fired up some porn. It's become a normal routine for me to do this. I have been searching for good stuff and came across Nash Lawler. He was recently in a &lt;a href="http://tommydxxx.com/"&gt;Tommy D&lt;/a&gt; video with Tommy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SfCYjG-nmcI/AAAAAAAABPo/PYQviP1MQD8/s1600-h/Nash+and+Tommy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SfCYjG-nmcI/AAAAAAAABPo/PYQviP1MQD8/s320/Nash+and+Tommy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The video sets up that they are waiting to do a scene outside, but it's raining so they are waiting. Tommy gets Nash all worked up and they go at it for a little bit. I was a little pissed off that I did not get to see him fuck Tommy but what was hilarious is that when he came, he yelled "Ahhhh I'm redecorating your chest!".... really loud.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Turns out that Nash started on Fratmen and made his way to Broke Straight Boys and then on to Falcon. Seems like his career is on the up. I find him incredibly sexy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Nash- If you're reading... &lt;a href="mailto:killerblender@gmail.com"&gt;drop me a line&lt;/a&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nashlawler.com/home.php"&gt;Unnofficial Nash Lawler page&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;NSFW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SfCZryIBXOI/AAAAAAAABPw/PiMYuKvqhbc/s1600-h/l_a940918d720a75dcd33ba0dcf606f7ae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SfCZryIBXOI/AAAAAAAABPw/PiMYuKvqhbc/s400/l_a940918d720a75dcd33ba0dcf606f7ae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SfCZ2RJuSyI/AAAAAAAABP4/UFC_pMC-AEE/s1600-h/l_2b0221b4144e2ad0a638540b8f7f6189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SfCZ2RJuSyI/AAAAAAAABP4/UFC_pMC-AEE/s400/l_2b0221b4144e2ad0a638540b8f7f6189.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-3333102755686481958?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/3333102755686481958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/nash-lalwer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3333102755686481958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3333102755686481958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/nash-lalwer.html' title='Nash Lalwer'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SfCXPVGWX0I/AAAAAAAABPg/tsj3LwRpRfk/s72-c/2762_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2837347684725096456</id><published>2009-04-22T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:44:36.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Patient</title><content type='html'>This past weekend proved to be a good one. With all the suggestions from comments and friends (like Mr. Stiltskin and JR) the guy I met this weekend, Paul, I texted him on Sunday to say “Great to meet you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said thanks and nice to meet you too. All of Monday went by and I didn’t really think of him and then today around 5:30 I got a text from him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yoo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This started a texting conversation from 5:30 till 8:30ish about a bunch of random stuff. Never too long in between texts. The entire time he was in a MBA class. His professor doesn’t allow laptops during lectures. He added me on Facebook using his iPhone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all of you who said to be patient and let him pursue me. After talking with JR about texting him to say, Nice to meet you was ok. Just showed I was thinking about him. He ran away with it today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I am excited about the prospects… Not overly excited because who knows what will happen. We have a lot in common. Who knows what will happen. He said he wants to come to a softball game of mine soon and wants to hang out to grab “steak and beer”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2837347684725096456?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2837347684725096456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-patient.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2837347684725096456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2837347684725096456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/being-patient.html' title='Being Patient'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-6695527026638335230</id><published>2009-04-22T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:57:45.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Yankee Stadium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://livingmylifeinny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Billy&lt;/a&gt; has talked about Citi Field out in Queens that replaced Shea Stadium. I have yet to make it out to see a Yankees game at the New Stadium. "The House that George Built" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Se6hXGF_3BI/AAAAAAAABPI/0EX0Bnjvilk/s1600-h/gal_yanksopener_16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Se6hXGF_3BI/AAAAAAAABPI/0EX0Bnjvilk/s320/gal_yanksopener_16.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;From all accounts the place is re-donk-u-lous. I have a bunch of friends that have been out there and have just loved it. Gawker/Deadspin is calling it the "big ATM in the Bronx" another sports blog calls it Hard Rock Cafe... I like calling it Baseball's New Cathedral. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Se6jFwNZoSI/AAAAAAAABPQ/7jxGcYkGPMc/s1600-h/gal_yanksopener_41.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Se6jFwNZoSI/AAAAAAAABPQ/7jxGcYkGPMc/s320/gal_yanksopener_41.jpg" yi="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Something really cool about the Stadium is that there is a new Metro North station that will take fans from the suburbs right to the Stadium. Bloomberg took the Subway to the game. I think he is the only Mayor in America that regularly rides the Subway everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can't wait to get to the Stadium...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-6695527026638335230?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/6695527026638335230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-yankee-stadium.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6695527026638335230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6695527026638335230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-yankee-stadium.html' title='New Yankee Stadium'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Se6hXGF_3BI/AAAAAAAABPI/0EX0Bnjvilk/s72-c/gal_yanksopener_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-1303901729213021999</id><published>2009-04-20T00:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:37:19.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Weekend!</title><content type='html'>A good weekend comes out of nowhere. It was off to a great start on Friday when I went and got dinner with my friends Lori and Lisa. After dinner at this little Italian place we went and saw State of Play. I thought it was really well done. I just don't like how the previews say, "Just wait for the big twist at the end." That is a sign, to me at least, that the movie sucks. The movie did not suck and I would recommend that you go and see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was a pretty cool day all around. I spent the afternoon with my father doing lawn work. It was about 77 degrees out and I loved being out in the sun and being active. I used to dread manual labor as a teenager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I went into NY for a start of the season Softball party at The Eagle. For those who do not know the Eagle, it is an interesting place. Not really my kind of place to go while I am out but they do have an awesome roof deck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw some of my teammates and not many other guys I would recognize. Apparently a few teams have folded and those players have joined other teams. No biggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was starving and realized I hadn’t eaten dinner and headed over to elmo which is over by Cafeteria. No wait… which was nice walked right in and got drinks and food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had text Billy while we were eating and he said to come up to Hells Kitchen and meet him at this place Saloon. I haven’t seen William in about a year and it was AMAZING to see him. I met the guy he has been talking about and he is a riot. Very cute and very fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I noticed about the place is that there was this gorgeous bartender there. I forget his name and in my drunkenness I told him he was adorable and he gave me a smooch on the cheek. That was the start of the night and I felt my groove. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night went on… me, my teammate, Billy and his guy were drinking and talking and catching up and it was fun. I think we broke out into song at one point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we see a gaggle of ladies in the bar. They were standing in front of us and one guy did not want these ladies in “his gay bar” he was not the owner, just a mad gay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the ladies was this guy. Definitely not my type, as Billy pointed out. Hot none the less. If I could describe him, he had a reddish brown beard, deep blue eyes, athletic build and was wearing a plaid print shirt. I don’t know how I started the conversation with the ladies but we got to talking and she introduced me to her brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started talking and it was just one connection after another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drives a Jeep Wrangler. So do I. We both love steak and beer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had asked me what my perfect dinner is… I said steak and beer. He looked at me and said, “That’s amazing.”&lt;br /&gt;Later on in the night mid-conversation he asked me to come with him to the bathroom. It was an excuse to get away from his sister to make out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His sister was getting ready to leave and he asked me for my number. I gave it to him and he asked for my full name. Is this so he could Facebook me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to walk him out and I did… as his sister hailed a cab he turned to me and gave me one last kiss and said, “I’ll call you.” I did get a text today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s amazing to me that I can go back to NY and have an amazing night like this where guys are flirty and open to conversation. True, not all guys in Ny make conversation with strangers. Here in CT they just don’t respond well to guys (ie: me) coming up to them and talking to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was refreshing and it really got me excited about the softball season and knowing that I have places to stay on my weekends in NY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and about the guy… We’ll see how it goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-1303901729213021999?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/1303901729213021999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-weekend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1303901729213021999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1303901729213021999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-weekend.html' title='Great Weekend!'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8310841405177027894</id><published>2009-04-14T04:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T04:05:19.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>p90x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SeQ-gMp98pI/AAAAAAAABO4/9O7sht3Oez8/s1600-h/99885544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SeQ-gMp98pI/AAAAAAAABO4/9O7sht3Oez8/s320/99885544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's tax season and I am getting over 2,000 back from the Government! I am pretty excited about it. Since I don't have to pay for a gym I decided to splurge and buy &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&amp;amp;source=web&amp;amp;ct=res&amp;amp;cd=2&amp;amp;url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.beachbody.com%2Fproduct%2Ffitness_programs%2Fp90x.do%3Fcode%3DP90XDOTCOM&amp;amp;ei=3D7kSa6tI4vflQedoOjgDg&amp;amp;usg=AFQjCNHhrkpjDrA-6F8cfGqufiISRaU9AA&amp;amp;sig2=hTx-8XlK2Fs_c1UUB6mi3Q"&gt;P90X&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A buddy of mine from college tried it and he had fantastic results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently been running a lot with my Nike+ since it has been getting warmer outside and my buddy Mike said I should try out the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't really sold on the idea of doing a workout program at home but he showed me some before and after photos that blew my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are his stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: 176 lbs Body Fat: 20%&lt;br /&gt;Day 90: 162 lbs Body Fat: 11%&lt;br /&gt;Day 120: 164 lbs Body Fat: 8%&lt;br /&gt;Day 170: 166 lbs: Body Fat: 7%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SeRDDamk0wI/AAAAAAAABPA/9q76a-KygEM/s1600-h/beforeafterp90x.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SeRDDamk0wI/AAAAAAAABPA/9q76a-KygEM/s320/beforeafterp90x.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I told Mike that I would obscure his face so no one could "steal" his before and after pics. As you can see, he had a good bod before the program started. He talked me into trying it out and he is going to coach me along in the program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said, I got it today and I read through the materials, did the "pre-test" and passed with flying colors. I am concerned about the pullups. I am terrible at them and always have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MIGHT show my before pics after 90 Days. I am on a mission and this is something new and fun to try out. Let's see how it goes. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8310841405177027894?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8310841405177027894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/p90x.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8310841405177027894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8310841405177027894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/p90x.html' title='p90x'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SeQ-gMp98pI/AAAAAAAABO4/9O7sht3Oez8/s72-c/99885544.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-5245106480926552331</id><published>2009-04-12T04:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T04:35:24.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SeGml-WmTEI/AAAAAAAABOo/MODQh0FVk_Q/s1600-h/andy1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SeGml-WmTEI/AAAAAAAABOo/MODQh0FVk_Q/s320/andy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I went and saw "&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1155056/"&gt;I Love You, Man&lt;/a&gt;." tonight. My sister had already seen it and said it was hilarious. The premise looked funny and my buddy Chris and I were on a man-date so we decided to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris is my straight/fraternity brother who is married so it's nothing like Andy Sandburg's character in the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy plays Robbie who is Paul Rudds younger brother. He is a trainer at Equinox and looking a LOT like Sydney Crosby. I never really saw it until this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We find out that he is gay at a family dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna ruin the movie so if you don't want to know what happens then don't highlight the text below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: white;"&gt;Robbie tells his brother that he needs to go out and meet guys. At that point he interrupts the conversation to help a cute guy out with his bench press. They flirt and give each other winks. Later on in the movie Robbie has the bench press dude at the engagement party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: white;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: white;"&gt;My buddy Chris asked me after the movie was over if that acttualy happened in real life. I went on to tell him some stories about straight guys in the past that have dabbled. He never thought it really happened. I wouldn't mind if Andy hit on me while working out though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-5245106480926552331?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/5245106480926552331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-man.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5245106480926552331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5245106480926552331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-love-you-man.html' title='I love you, man'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SeGml-WmTEI/AAAAAAAABOo/MODQh0FVk_Q/s72-c/andy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-943788985604009192</id><published>2009-04-12T03:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:51:29.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>After reading the comments I would like to thank &lt;span dir="ltr"&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt; x2, Kyle, Thomas, Godfrey, Dave and borg queen for being honest. I spent some time reflecting on what you had said as well as talking with some of my closest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I ended up getting a text from Yalie. He said that he has been sick and has been in bed and didn't think he would make it. I did not respond. About 10 minutes after I got the text I had about 5 calls in a row from friends who wanted to catch up. Seeing how it's Easter weekend for Christians, a lot of my friends are home to see family and I also seem to get calls from friends who are coming back to the area. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Shane came into town to see his new quasi-boyfriend since he is moving back to Connecticut. I hadn't talked to him since last week when I had made plans with Yalie. We talked and he came over with a bottle of Jack. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about it and he said everything left in the comments of the last entry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took me out to a bar/club in New Haven to drink and hang out. It felt good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I needed to go through all of this to realize that it's not the end of the world that some douche doesn't want to hang out with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was out at the bar, I ran into this guy Ryan. He's 25 and also works in TV. He and I worked at a summer camp back when I was in high school. We started talking and it was a really fun conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up talking tonight after I got home from dinner and a movie with my buddy Chris. He knows the Yalie and I was talking about him and he had the exact same thing happen to him, but he at least got a flat out "No" answer out of him. Turns out he is into guys but will only hook up with 2 guys who happen to be a couple. I got the dirt and makes me feel better knowing that it's not me it's him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more important things to worry about like my writing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-943788985604009192?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/943788985604009192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/943788985604009192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/943788985604009192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8810092000743758056</id><published>2009-04-09T01:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T01:40:03.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update... more like No Date...</title><content type='html'>I am guessing no one really cares about this, but... I haven't heard back from the guy I am supposed to go on a date with on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's Thursday as I write this... I called him this past weekend and got nothing back... yesterday I shot him a text and got nothing back. I followed it up with a phone call and Facebook message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't understand what is up with people these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8810092000743758056?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8810092000743758056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-more-like-no-date.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8810092000743758056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8810092000743758056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-more-like-no-date.html' title='Update... more like No Date...'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2060558881282440430</id><published>2009-04-05T02:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T02:19:10.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a date Friday</title><content type='html'>Funny how a night out with family can turn into such an awesome night. My cousin just returned from playing a season of minor league hockey and I haven't seen him since September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with my him, some other cousins and my sister at a place in downtown New Haven for dinner and ended up at this place &lt;a href="http://www.barnightclub.com/"&gt;BAR&lt;/a&gt; which is right next door. For those of you down south, this place is different from the BAR's that they have down in Miami, Orlando and other places. It's a brewery in the front and a club in the back. It's a solid place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few of their Blonde bru's (their word instead of brew) I had to use the restroom.&amp;nbsp; I made my way over and ended up running into a Yalie that I met a few months ago. We had been texting over the last few weeks trying to get together and he is always busy. I had wrote him off but deicded to say hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gad I did because the rest of the night was spent talking with him. Have you ever had a conversation with a cute guy who just keeps smiling and the conversation just flows. It was an awesome feeling. I felt bad that I ditched out on hanging with my cousins who were there, but this was one of those times I needed to say hi to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for about an hour just about random stuff and his friends were leaving. Before he left, I asked him out to dinner next Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to jinx it by writing about it but I am pretty excited about it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2060558881282440430?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2060558881282440430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-date-friday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2060558881282440430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2060558881282440430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-have-date-friday.html' title='I have a date Friday'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2164560392454964449</id><published>2009-03-31T02:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:05:40.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's that time again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SdEid1Z-e2I/AAAAAAAABOg/gtee8Q2BL-w/s1600-h/k11_jpg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SdEid1Z-e2I/AAAAAAAABOg/gtee8Q2BL-w/s320/k11_jpg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's that time of year where everyone starts on the path to get in shape before summer hits. It's also almost time for Softball to start up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started getting e-mails from my teammates about the coming season and I am excited! I really am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has made the last 2 weeks bareable is the fact that I am running outside when it's nice out and building up my stamina to run a half marathon in September.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2164560392454964449?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2164560392454964449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-that-time-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2164560392454964449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2164560392454964449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-that-time-again.html' title='It&apos;s that time again...'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SdEid1Z-e2I/AAAAAAAABOg/gtee8Q2BL-w/s72-c/k11_jpg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-670729229459130757</id><published>2009-03-27T05:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T05:13:21.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye... and vacation.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been this lame in a while. At least, this is what Tony would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ScyXeLhGJ6I/AAAAAAAABOY/P5s0FoL783A/s1600-h/1236800753-lg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ScyXeLhGJ6I/AAAAAAAABOY/P5s0FoL783A/s320/1236800753-lg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've mentioned him on the site before as a friend of mine. I was supposed to see him in February but a bunch of stuff happened where we ended up missing eachother. I don't know if he is reading the blog for the next few months but I've been thinking about him tonight/this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on a script with my buddy Phil. I have run the idea by a few friends and they seem to really like the premise. Tony and I would talk about writing something together one day. He would send me stuff he would work on early in the morning while he was in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got really nostalgic tonight. I shot him an e-mail and hope to hear back from him in a week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony is a guy that I had an enormous crush on when I first met him and started hanging out. The crush faded and left me with an awesome friend who has called me out on stuff and put me in my place several times when I needed to be called out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking miss him terribly and can't wait for to see him again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy note... I bought tickets to Las Vegas! I'm heading out to CineVegas in June!!! I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-670729229459130757?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/670729229459130757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/saying-goodbye-and-vacation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/670729229459130757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/670729229459130757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/saying-goodbye-and-vacation.html' title='Saying Goodbye... and vacation.'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ScyXeLhGJ6I/AAAAAAAABOY/P5s0FoL783A/s72-c/1236800753-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-6976151563187293929</id><published>2009-03-25T01:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:33:24.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Nike+</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Scm7knfdW2I/AAAAAAAABOQ/xvqMyvz2LJA/s1600-h/nike-plus-iphone.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ii="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Scm7knfdW2I/AAAAAAAABOQ/xvqMyvz2LJA/s320/nike-plus-iphone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last Spring/Summer I was on track and in a groove working out. I had a great schedule and worked out before I went to work and sometimes snuck a little in on my lunch break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For whatever reason I got off track, moved my life around to start going to work at 4am and fell off the wagon. When I tried to get back into a routine, something would happen. My good friend died... the holidays... another time shift for work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all changed about a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last month or so I have been going to the gym on a regular basis. My diet has been, pretty terrible. I am an emotional eater and I know it. I am getting better though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was talking with a friend of mine about Nike+ and decided to download it to my iPod touch. It pretty much kicks ass. I am averaging an 11minute mile right now. I'm hoping to drop some poundage before I head to Vegas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-6976151563187293929?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/6976151563187293929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-nike.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6976151563187293929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6976151563187293929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/thank-you-nike.html' title='Thank you Nike+'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/Scm7knfdW2I/AAAAAAAABOQ/xvqMyvz2LJA/s72-c/nike-plus-iphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-124884164366035682</id><published>2009-03-24T04:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T04:00:24.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys Gone Wild</title><content type='html'>Late at night, when I am awake, I will be flipping through the channels and no matter what I will always see a commercial for Girls Gone Wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls flash their tits and scream "WOOOOOO" and that's about it. Then wannabe porn stars dyke it out. Same formula, different places. Cancun! Miami! On a Bus! Apparently there is a site "Guys Gone Wild" which is the same thing except there are hot guys flashing their abs, asses and cocks. There are even some guys that will jerk off on camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SciSSOVVpTI/AAAAAAAABOI/nTZeJfNoJ14/s1600-h/ggwild.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SciSSOVVpTI/AAAAAAAABOI/nTZeJfNoJ14/s320/ggwild.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, a few weeks ago most Division 1 schools were on Spring Break. My alma mater included. I am putting together a scholarship for a friend of mine that passed away back in November and had a meeting with some other alumni as well as my fraternity's current E-Board. We asked about Spring break over lunch and heard some hilarious stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, one of the pledges was down in Cancun and was offered $100 to jerk off for Guys Gone Wild. He's kinda built too so I am thinking that it's gotta be a hot video. I just don't know if I would go out of my way and try to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had a membership to Gay Torrents then maybe... (HINT HINT... I would like an invite to the torrents site)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-124884164366035682?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/124884164366035682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/guys-gone-wild.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/124884164366035682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/124884164366035682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/guys-gone-wild.html' title='Guys Gone Wild'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SciSSOVVpTI/AAAAAAAABOI/nTZeJfNoJ14/s72-c/ggwild.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-501562842630577773</id><published>2009-03-19T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:51:28.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook gift</title><content type='html'>The Facebook gods have sent me a gift today that will entertain me for a while. It also threw a lot of gasoline on to the "is he gay fire"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ScKSFpU7BQI/AAAAAAAABOA/s39aGqj03Js/s1600-h/TonyF" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ScKSFpU7BQI/AAAAAAAABOA/s39aGqj03Js/s320/TonyF" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been getting a lot of friend requests from guys I was friends with in high school. It's been 10 years since graduating and there are Facebook groups/invites made for our class to plan our 10 year reunion. What's nice about it is that there are guys that I kinda knew in high school friending me on Facebook. One guy, I had a crush on for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I of course accepted and wanted to check out his profile. Currently he is a lawyer in Los Angeles for a big talent agency. What is getting me going is that he does not list that he is interested in Men or Women and he has tons of shirtless pictures of himself with guys and girls. At least I can drool over the soccer player I wanted to bang in high school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-501562842630577773?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/501562842630577773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook-gift.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/501562842630577773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/501562842630577773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook-gift.html' title='Facebook gift'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ScKSFpU7BQI/AAAAAAAABOA/s39aGqj03Js/s72-c/TonyF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-3246494060495740545</id><published>2009-03-19T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:27:02.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jock to Porn Star</title><content type='html'>Deadspin had a story that they found on &lt;a href="http://unprofessionalfoul.com/2009/03/uf-after-dark-meet-danny-mountain.html"&gt;Unprofessional Foul&lt;/a&gt; that caught my eye. An up and coming Futbol player in the UK suffers a nasty knee injury... so what does he do... he starts&amp;nbsp;making&amp;nbsp;porn with his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His real name is Danny Mountain and he goes by Danny Mountain, which is an amazing name for a ho porn star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ScKOF1lHuFI/AAAAAAAABN4/x4KlPDotwZk/s1600-h/dannymountain1" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ScKOF1lHuFI/AAAAAAAABN4/x4KlPDotwZk/s320/dannymountain1" style="cursor: move;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://webtv2.televisionx.com/spaw2/uploads/images/Header/pornstars/other/danny.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Click here for a NSFW picture&lt;/a&gt;. Warning: There is a vagina in the picture for those who are scared of that sort of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-3246494060495740545?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/3246494060495740545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/jock-to-porn-star.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3246494060495740545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/3246494060495740545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/jock-to-porn-star.html' title='Jock to Porn Star'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/ScKOF1lHuFI/AAAAAAAABN4/x4KlPDotwZk/s72-c/dannymountain1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-4487108156421746724</id><published>2009-03-18T03:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T03:00:44.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to New York</title><content type='html'>When I make trips to NYC I get very happy. Not in a boner kinda way (well, sometimes) but in a "I love this City" way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I treked into the city to hang out and work with my friend Phil. He is a fraternity brother of mine who is really into writing and just being creative. We have been talking about putting some kind of project together for a while and we met this past Saturday to write and come up with something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt great to be in a creative space and just write. He works out of an office in SoHo and his boss lent us the space to be creative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep saying it but it felt awesome. I also really miss New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we started on the East Side where my little sister was bartending and after a few hours there I made my way to Hells Kitchen where &lt;a href="http://livingmylifeinny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Billy&lt;/a&gt; was supposed to be out but he turned in early. I hope there is a juicy story there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, my friend Phil, who is straight, came with me and had a good time hanging with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sad leaving after lunch on Sunday but it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some things coming down the pipe that could lead to something back in NY. Who knows the way everything is working out with the economy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-4487108156421746724?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/4487108156421746724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-new-york.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/4487108156421746724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/4487108156421746724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-new-york.html' title='Back to New York'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-5450196559544214713</id><published>2009-03-13T02:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T02:48:22.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Connections</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever used the "Missed Connections" tab on Craigslist before? When I lived in New York we would check them out at work because a lot of them are hysterical. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out in your city and have a laugh… or you might find someone who is looking for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend “Steve” who lives up in Boston actually found the guy he had missed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve was at the gym, working hard on his bod when this “Adonis” comes over to the treadmill next to him. He does 40 minutes of cardio and is about to pass out but he can’t help but admire the guy next to him. He showers up and hopes that the guy is there in the locker room so he can strike up a conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was not there. He went home and wrote a “missed connections” post on Craigslist. After he posted his missed connection he decided to look at what had already been posted that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He refreshed the page and the first one there had the title, “I was next to you at _____ gym” He read the ad and it turned out to be the guy next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They e-mailed… chatted on AIM and met up for drinks tonight. I have yet to hear back from him so I am guessing he had a fun night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-5450196559544214713?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/5450196559544214713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/missed-connections.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5450196559544214713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5450196559544214713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/missed-connections.html' title='Missed Connections'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-7217131711436296709</id><published>2009-03-12T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T16:18:17.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the City!</title><content type='html'>I am very excited about this weekend. I talked about my new &lt;a href="http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-inspiration.html"&gt;inspiration&lt;/a&gt; a few weeks ago.I am finally acting on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my very good friends just got back from working at Sundance. We have been talking for over a year about script ideas and how we really need to "sit down and write" for almost a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we were chatting on the phone and I got all serious with him. We decided to brainstorm the rest of the phone call and got an amazing amount of work done. We took a day and decided to talk the day after and we both had put a lot of work into our story ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Saturday, we are meeting up at his office in NYC and just writing. Brainstorming and figuring stuff out. I'm very excited about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am spending the night in NYC. Who knows where I will end up at night but if anyone is around let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-7217131711436296709?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/7217131711436296709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-city.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7217131711436296709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7217131711436296709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-city.html' title='In the City!'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-7247378071083624433</id><published>2009-03-10T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T15:28:33.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn Around</title><content type='html'>What a weekend. I have been sick for the last 2 weeks. I finally got on some antibiotics and have been feeling better. I still sleep for 10 hours a night but that's just my body resting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been chatting with this guy 'Chris' since the summer. We met in NYC when I was in town playing softball and kept in touch. AIM, Texting, phone calls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday rolls around and he invited me down to his place to chill with some friends and hang out. I took him up on the offer. I got there and we chilled on his doorstep for a little bit just talking and catching up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was filled with laughs, beers, shots and good times. Later on in the night I had followed him to his room so we could grab a bottle of something he had in there. We got the bottle and he said something to me which I really don't remember and we locked eyes and went into a heated make out session for about 2 minutes before heading back to the party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both drunk we passed out later that night almost clothed. When I woke up the next morning we had some good pillow talk and then some fun time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had forgot about daylight savings so when I left it was close to 1pm and I had to be at work by 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fun weekend and I like the guy a lot. He lives in NYC so it's tough to try and do anything. We'll see how it goes. It was defiantly a good boost to my confidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-7247378071083624433?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/7247378071083624433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/turn-around.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7247378071083624433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7247378071083624433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/turn-around.html' title='Turn Around'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-4611145415173395481</id><published>2009-03-06T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T01:24:09.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Kick It</title><content type='html'>I have had a cold that I just can't kick. I don't get it. One hour I will feel like complete death.. the next I am ok with just a small sniffle. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It's so strange. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My life has been a routine as of late. It's been hard to break. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1:00pm - Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;1:15p- roll out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;1:17p-5p - Waste time on facebook, e-mail, looking at pictures.&lt;br /&gt;5p- shower&lt;br /&gt;5:30p- leave for work&lt;br /&gt;6p-3a - work&lt;br /&gt;3:30am- get home&lt;br /&gt;5am- fall sleep&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(repeat)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, on this routine the last week I have been sleeping in late and not doing much before I leave for work. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Being sick sucks. But that's ok. I think I can kick it with lots of fluids (mind out of the gutter)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I started to read a book I haven't read since I lived in NY. It's about the TV biz and it's got me back in a zone where I know I need to do something for myself to get back into what I love: Making Television.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have looked back over my past ideas and I know that I can put something together that will catch someones eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I am feeling good with where things are going... my dating life... not so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-4611145415173395481?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/4611145415173395481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-kick-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/4611145415173395481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/4611145415173395481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-kick-it.html' title='Can&apos;t Kick It'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-9108055770772560575</id><published>2009-02-23T02:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T02:57:00.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraternity Life</title><content type='html'>I recently had a guy who is in a fraternity down south get in touch with me. I am a reader of&lt;a href="http://closetfratboy.blogspot.com/"&gt; Closet frat Boy&lt;/a&gt; and really relate to a lot of his stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always been involved with my fraternity and now that I am the Alumni Association President I talk with my chapters President almost daily. He also happens to be in my family tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know the Greek system... when you are pledging you are given a Big Brother who is supposed to help you out and be someone that you can go to and talk to about anything and everything. My Big's name was Tom and was Chapter President at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a cool thing. I talk to 80% of the guys in my tree that have been initiated since 1999. It's really cool. My current roommate is my Little brothers, Little brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have been out of college now almost 5 years. That just sounds crazy to me. Since I am now back involved with the chapter as a leader I try not to hang out at frat parties. Yes, there are tons of hot college guys there and the one I have been to this year was a blast... I am older and try to keep my distance with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Recently I was invited into a group of gay guys from my fraternity who are around the world. One of them has a small crush on me. He IMs me every night. Gave me his cell number to text. He's very friendly and wants me to come down to see him this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on the subject of hot guys and he sends me these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SaJWTfumBQI/AAAAAAAABNo/gELOQ1QGGZA/s1600-h/NakedTKE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SaJWTfumBQI/AAAAAAAABNo/gELOQ1QGGZA/s320/NakedTKE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SaJWWyRaXUI/AAAAAAAABNw/vpzEp6XwA6o/s1600-h/NakedTKE2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SaJWWyRaXUI/AAAAAAAABNw/vpzEp6XwA6o/s320/NakedTKE2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;A guy who in a chapter of my fraternity who posed for &lt;a href="http://seancody.com/page.php?frame=movie&amp;amp;movie=538"&gt;Sean Cody.&lt;/a&gt; (NSFW) I have had friends do &lt;a href="http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends-in-porn.html"&gt;porn&lt;/a&gt; but it's something like this that is hott. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy some hot guys as you wake up... or head to sleep... wherever you may be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-9108055770772560575?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/9108055770772560575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/fraternity-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/9108055770772560575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/9108055770772560575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/fraternity-life.html' title='Fraternity Life'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SaJWTfumBQI/AAAAAAAABNo/gELOQ1QGGZA/s72-c/NakedTKE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-8293183115317463920</id><published>2009-02-20T01:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T01:21:45.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LT.. the real one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I have no words for what this NFL Great is doing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/defamer/2009/02/2ia7o0p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://cache.gawker.com/assets/images/defamer/2009/02/2ia7o0p.jpg" vi="true" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-8293183115317463920?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/8293183115317463920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/lt-real-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8293183115317463920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/8293183115317463920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/lt-real-one.html' title='LT.. the real one'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-5264147374199516462</id><published>2009-02-19T04:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T04:45:31.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SZ0qLdn7sXI/AAAAAAAABNg/gl39djVIoHM/s1600-h/XTj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SZ0qLdn7sXI/AAAAAAAABNg/gl39djVIoHM/s320/XTj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304442312531358066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heading to bed but wanted to leave something for all of you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this video on XTube. I have a fetish for straight guys. Straight guys who do gay porn intrigue me. They also turn me on... a LOT. Check out my crushes page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happen to look at XTube daily for hot videos and this popped up on my radar a few weeks ago and I have yet to share it with you. Here it is... enjoy it in all it's &lt;a href="http://video2.xtube.com/watch.php?v_user_id=JasunMark&amp;idx=6&amp;v=QOud2_G225_&amp;cl=3sYGt_G225_&amp;from=&amp;ver=3&amp;ccaa=1&amp;qid=&amp;qidx=&amp;qnum=&amp;preview_flag="&gt;NSFW glory.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*If you watch the whole thing you will notice he is hard the entire time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-5264147374199516462?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/5264147374199516462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-i-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5264147374199516462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/5264147374199516462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/before-i-go.html' title='Before I go...'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SZ0qLdn7sXI/AAAAAAAABNg/gl39djVIoHM/s72-c/XTj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-6286209527130312904</id><published>2009-02-19T04:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T04:08:26.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Inspiration</title><content type='html'>I had a moment last week where my buddy Andy was bitching about work. See, he works at the network I used to work at. He's running into the same problem I was... no movement when it came to promotions. Women with larger breasts were getting them and he was not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In television, this happens a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once told that I had everything they wanted in someone for the position but went with someone with more experience. The girl who got the job, I had trained to photocopy and answer the phones. I was pissed. I got my revenge a few months later during a breaking news story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing my thing for my program and she was supposed to be doing something for her show and didn't know how to do certain things on a machine. her boss kept asking her for something to be done and she didn't know how to do it and was pretty much screwing the network. I was nearby, swooped in and saved the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she asked me to show her what I did I kinda laughed on the inside. I got a great recommendation from her boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Andy was complaining about his hours, which are roughly the same as mine now... 6pm-3am ET. He knew he could be better... he knew that he deserved better but there is no room to move around right now. He decided that he wants to move to Washington and just make something happen where he can be happy and have a good life. Even if it meant leaving the network. He doesn't worry about people saying, "Oh he left XYZ for this!?" He's doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me thinking about why I have been such a Debbie Downer lately. I feel screwed with the hours that I work. One of the reasons why I started this blog is because I was working screwy hours at night, worked in television news and had some standby time that I needed to kill. It's evolved into what it is today. Mostly me bitching about life and doing a little bit about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True... since I started this blog I have had a lot happen in my life. Hour changes, two job offers and me taking one in Connecticut and even more hour changes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an Emmy, MASSIVE amounts of job security thanks to the BILLIONS my company makes for our even more massive Parent company. I have my health and am taking Graduate Classes and am now living with a buddy of mine who is an awesome roommate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take a job in &lt;a href="http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2008/01/remember-that-la-flirtation.html"&gt;Los Angeles&lt;/a&gt; for a reason. I was offered it, posted that I was going and ended up taking the Connecticut job for more money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have all of this support, stuff going for me and I still feel like I could be doing more. Could be more creative. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with a buddy of mine who just finished working at Sundance. We have been talking about locking ourselves in a cabin for a long weekend and not leaving until we have some sort of script in our hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lived in NY I loved reading scripts, writing down ideas on the subway or sitting in the park daydreaming. I don't get to do much of that here in CT. I don't know why. I am going back to what I love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this semester, work won't be paying for school anymore because of "the economy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a chance for me to do some writing and test the waters. There are some fellowships out there that I am interested in. Maybe it will turn out. Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that things are looking up, I have been rawking the gym harder than usual and since I decided on this I have been more excited than I have in a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-6286209527130312904?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/6286209527130312904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6286209527130312904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/6286209527130312904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-inspiration.html' title='New Inspiration'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-9208195034523961581</id><published>2009-02-16T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:16:17.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not According to Plan</title><content type='html'>Life throws curve balls... all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a few flung at me on Saturday. It started early Saturday morning as I was leaving work at 3:30am. I got home. Finished some of my grad school work in Photoshop that I had to do and went to bed at 5:30 and woke up at 9am for class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know... who takes a 9:30am class on a Saturday... I really wanted to get it out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class was fine. There is this older man in my class who, at first wouldn't shut up about Dick Tracy and how the design of the&amp;nbsp;villains&amp;nbsp;are the greatest in all of the world of comics. He also said that the Drudge Report had amazing design and was the top journalism site on the web. A girl in my class who I know very well restrained me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class my buddy Chris took me out to lunch. His wife is back in Michigan because of a death in the family. We had an awesome lunch and ended back at his apartment where I said I would play him in one round of NHL 09. Before I did that I texted some of the guys I was going to be meeting up with in NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up falling asleep after our first game, woke up at 6pm and had not heard back from anyone yet. I had to make a&amp;nbsp;decision. A buddy from grad school texted me asking if I was going to the Hockey game tonight because he had Alumni club passes where it was all you could drink and eat. I got dressed headed to the game, thinking that if I heard from anyone I could leave the game, catch a train and be in the city by 1045/11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one texted me back. It was getting close to 9pm and I had to make another choice. Since I had not heard back from anyone in NY i decided to stay in CT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kinda got me bummed out because I wanted to go to NY but didn't want to be THAT GUY at the bar by myself. Granted I could&amp;nbsp;probably&amp;nbsp;make friends with some random group of guys but wasn't feeling up to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game I decided to go out to a bar with some friends who ended up paying the tab. They had asked me why I didn't have a date on Valentines day and it got a little emotional with questions and my friend's wife wanting to make me a match.com screen name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got me on a tirade about the last time I was on Match. Anyway... it wasn't too bad of a night. Realizing how UNFUN I have been lately. I do have my time at the gym to help me out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-9208195034523961581?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/9208195034523961581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-according-to-plan.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/9208195034523961581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/9208195034523961581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-according-to-plan.html' title='Not According to Plan'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-1882968489761724098</id><published>2009-02-13T05:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:09:56.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow me on Twitter</title><content type='html'>You can start following me &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/killerblender"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-1882968489761724098?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/1882968489761724098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/follow-me-on-twitter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1882968489761724098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/1882968489761724098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/follow-me-on-twitter.html' title='Follow me on Twitter'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-4676495790755527461</id><published>2009-02-13T04:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T04:13:50.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Manhattan Men</title><content type='html'>This one is for someone who said they were looking for a blog with naked men on it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://draft.blogger.com/goog_1234476584282"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rjr10036.typepad.com/manhattan_men/"&gt;http://rjr10036.typepad.com/manhattan_men/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NSFW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SZU5dv32cKI/AAAAAAAABNY/4BFOA3-a4CE/s1600-h/stonewall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SZU5dv32cKI/AAAAAAAABNY/4BFOA3-a4CE/s320/stonewall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hat tip to &lt;a href="http://gay.fleshbot.com/5152087/theyll-show-you-a-hot-time-in-the-city"&gt;Fleshbot&lt;/a&gt; for the link. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a pic on the blog that has a naked man in a phone booth... I can remember making out in one of those over by POSH with some guy who tried to get me to go home with him and some random guy for a 3some. I declined.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-4676495790755527461?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/4676495790755527461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/manhattan-men.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/4676495790755527461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/4676495790755527461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/manhattan-men.html' title='Manhattan Men'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FGfjQR4_pHE/SZU5dv32cKI/AAAAAAAABNY/4BFOA3-a4CE/s72-c/stonewall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-2497858652724890302</id><published>2009-02-11T23:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T02:20:43.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC V-Day</title><content type='html'>I had no idea what I was going to do for V-Day this year. I never even thought about it until my friend Tony asked me what I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony has this mysterious boyfriend that he won't really tell me anything about other than his occupation and that he is not named Jesse. I decided to make the trek into NY by train and get drunk with some friends. Possibly find a meaningful one night relationship with someone to celebrate the 14th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited to see Tony before he takes off "for work" and to meet this mysterious boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-2497858652724890302?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/2497858652724890302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/nyc-v-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2497858652724890302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/2497858652724890302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/nyc-v-day.html' title='NYC V-Day'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6764956231504520964.post-7517994047301846333</id><published>2009-02-10T15:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:02:22.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Layout</title><content type='html'>I am looking to improve the template of the blog. Any suggestions should be left in the comments or e-mailed to killerblender {at} gmail dot com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grazie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6764956231504520964-7517994047301846333?l=overnightny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/feeds/7517994047301846333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/layout.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7517994047301846333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6764956231504520964/posts/default/7517994047301846333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://overnightny.blogspot.com/2009/02/layout.html' title='Layout'/><author><name>JP Mac</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03079935669325900267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/1796/825800321228579/235/z/65889/gse_multipart25527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
