Pigeon Update
That pigeon was still sitting in the exact same spot in the hallway when I left for work the next morning. I was beginning to suspect that it was stuffed and that someone had put it there as a joke. But when I got home that night, the pigeon was gone, but there was plenty of bird poop under the radiator it was perched on. Gross.

Work sucks
I'm so glad that April is almost over. Or more accurately, that we're almost done with this issue. I've had so much crap to do that I've been going to work at 6:30 or 7 in the morning for most of the month. If you're familiar with my hellish commute, you'll realize that means leaving my apartment at about 5:30, and that's just plain wrong. My other option was staying late, and with the unreliable record of NJ Transit and the sketchiness of the bus station I have to go through, that just wasn't happening. Let's hope this next issue doesn't suck as much. But my boss is still on maternity leave, so I have a feeling it will.

My job does have its perks, though
There's a possiblity that I'll be making an appearance on a cable music station (No, not that one. Or that one. Yes, that other one.) in the near future. As an expert. On astrology. Weird, right? Details TK. Until then, I'll be here trying to decide what to wear.

The Gauntlet
I threw a 30th anniversay party for my parents this weekend. I think it went really well. All my aunts and uncles and cousins were there, and I even got a few surprise guests like the maid of honor to come. And the boy came. He gets bonus points for bravery. Not only did he meet my parents for the first time, he met my entire extended family all at once. I don't think they scared him too badly.

Take that Ticketmaster!
Remember that Irish band I wanted to see back in March that was all sold out? Well, they're back! And this time I have tickets! I went down to the box office and bought them in person tonight, avoiding the $8.25 per person Ticketmaster fee. Now I just need to work on getting Wilco to come back and play here again, and I'll be all set.

Freaking Out
So I went to the doctor for a physical today. How very responsible and adult, right? No big deal. Just go in, let them take some blood and check my thyroid levels. So simple. But during the check-up, the doctor took a long time listening to my heart. She asked if anyone had ever told me I had a faint heart murmer. Um, no. She said it was very faint, not to worry. But I have an aunt who had to have heart surgery because of a defective heart valve or some such. When the doctor heard that, she decided I should have an echocardiogram to make sure everything's OK. It's just a procaution, but it's starting to freak me out. I'm only 25! I'm too young to have something wrong with my heart or go have tests with such scary names. Argh. Maybe if work wasn't sucking so much right now I could deal with this better.

On a lighter note
Here are a few things I've been meaning to blog about for a while.
-In my recent readings of the finest celebrity gossip rags, I've come across two new horrifying celebrity "couple" names. Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn = Vaughniston. And my personal favorite: Tom and Katie (TomKat), their new baby is the TomKitten. (Which I think was finally born tonight.
-The people who live in an apartment on the third floor of my building have their pictures on their front door. They're small, square headshots, like a passport photo. Is it so they don't forget which one is theirs? I'm not sure, but it sort of scares me.
-I was walking up the stairs to my apartment tonight, and I passed a pigeon. Inside. It was sitting on the radiator down the hall from my apartment. I was afraid it would suddenly fly in my face, but it just sort of stared at me as I walked by. I unlocked my door as fast as I could and slammed it behind me. I didn't want to have to deal with trying to get a rat bird out of my apartment. As long as it's in my hall, it's not my problem.

Almost as entertaining as making out in front of Jimmy Falon
I was at a bar called The Cutting Room with the boy and some of his friends last Friday. One of the guys asked me if I watched Sex in the City. Yeah, why? Isn't that Mr. Big over there? It was! V. exciting. But I don't think it was an entirely random sighting. The bar had lots of paintings of musicians on the walls, and after we spotted Big, I noticed that there was a giant painting of him on the wall. And there was a flier up from a fundraiser he'd MCed there. So I'm guessing that he's friends with the owner or something. Either that or he just likes to hang out at bars where there are big paintings of him on the wall.

Umm ... creepy
So a few weeks back, I was sort of an extra for Law & Order. They were filming a scene at the GW bus station while I was waiting for my bus in the morning. I really only saw the extras they had rushing around to make the staiton actually seem busy. I even had to go to a different platform to catch my bus because the were filming at my usual one, too. They were still filming when I came back through on my way home at night. There are so many Law & Orders that I figured I'd never see it.

But then on Tuesday night, I was doing some research for work (woo)and watching TV. Law & Order SVU was on, and there was a big chase scene in the bus station. It had to have been the one they were filming that day. It was really weird to watch. I mean, living in New York, you see places that are in movies and TV shows all the time, but it's ususlly just somewhere you just pass by occassionally. This is a place I spend way too much time in (Commuting to Jersey. Bah!), so it was just kind of spooky. Someone even got murdered on the platform where my bus stops. That made going to work the next day vaguely unsettling.