A Fucking Dream Cometrue

So the last post is my boyfriend’s upcoming show that he has high hopes for. I have high hopes for it too. Simply because I'm tired of watching him bust his ass kissing up asses of various idiot comics just so he can get a little break.

We went and bought $500 dollars worth of furniture from Ikea yesterday. (you could read his blog on the matter: http://svenwechsler.blogspot.com/). In any case, ever since I moved to the United States (seven years ago), none of my belongings put together were worth more than $400. And I was proud of that -- when you are a student with practically no income, you don't care for or really need a bed frame. Neither was important to own a nightstand. Since the mattress fit perfectly fine on the floor, a book and the night lamp could fit there too. I was watching the "save me out of credit card debt" commercials and laughing at those poor fools and their reckless living beyond their means. When I applied for my first credit card I promised myself that I will never let myself get into debt, and save enough money to retire by 40. (I'm not in debt yet, however, I haven't saved a penny yet.)

Perhaps I am naive about the boyfriend, but investing in some sort of medical/dental insurance might have been a better use of his money – I could really go without the two-bedroom extravaganza shopping spree.

I try to be a rational person -- where I only spent money on what's really necessary for my physical/mental survival.-- alcohol, meat (i like my steaks), occasional movie ticket, and a cab for the nights I'm too drunk to wait for the subway. Everything else (including clothes) is something I could find for cheap and it would not bother me at all. Nowadays, living the grand American dream I take my not so grand salary to the two-bedroom apartment and stare at the 120 channel TV. It's not that I wasn't doing it before -- i used to go to my crummy room in Brooklyn and watch my 7 channel TV. However, my expenses rarely went over $1,000/month and my unhappiness has proportionally increased since then.

So I'm sitting in the living room of the two bedroom, clicking away the remote, begin angry and frustrated that I have to go to my 8:30 to 6 shoot-me-now-please corporate bullshit of a job tomorrow, infuriated that the boyfriend seems incapable to make some time for me (expect for when we go shopping for the ridiculous money pit this place of living is) - thinking what the fuck did I do? Living with the boyfriend is such a fucking dream come true. Him running around and trying to do something with his career choice is simply inspiring. It reminds me of one of those rags-to-riches Cinderella kind movies (however no happy ending is guaranteed). I’m having flashbacks from the time I moved in with my ex and the many miserable, excruciatingly lonely hours I spent at that place.

Brainyaxe

Brainyaxe -- where a very funny group of comics will do their craft for your laughing pleasure.

April 12 (Thursday) 10 pm - Bowery Poetry Club (308 Bowery Str. New York - F train to Second Ave/6 train to Bleeker - between Bleeker and Houston).

$5, no drink minimum, dj D afterparty with free food.

Featuring the comedy of Tom McCaffrey (Comedy Central), Baron Vaughn (HBO Aspen, Conan, VH1), John Mulaney (Comedy Central, VH1), Craig Baldo (Last Comic Standing, Comedy Central), Reggie Watts (Andy Kaufman Award Winner, Edinburgh and Montreal Comedy Festivals) and hosted by Sven Wechsler (Spike TV, Carolines).

for reservations, go to www.brainyaxe.com