My stomach hurts. I think it's because I had a drink last night and didn't have much for dinner other than some nachos. I went to see 'Ocean's Eleven' with Rudy last night. He called me up and said he was heading into the city to hang out at Barrage. Yay for drinking. I wanted to say no but then he surprised me and suggested we go see a movie. 'Ocean's Eleven'. I still wanted to say no. I didn't really feel like going anywhere. I barely had any money and I ... I just didn't feel like going out.

But I'm always saying no to Rudy. And he's always inviting me out. I have no right to complain about not going out at that rate. So I looked up the movie showtimes, got dressed, sighed and went into the city. Met Rudy outside Port Authority. Walked over to the theater. Rudy was smoking! I didn't even notice until he stopped before going inside. That's when I looked down and saw the cigarette. I went in and stood inline, he came in soon after.

"When did that happen?"

"What?"

"Uh, the smoking thing. I didn't know you smoke."

"I quit last year. I was at Barrage and I really really needed a cigarette."

"Rudy! Bad!"

We got our tickets and had to endure this stupid couple all the way up on the escalators. We got good seats. The movie was great. I'd go see it again. It was well done. Good cast. Julia in some incredibly sexy heels. Beautiful. The movie was just beautiful.

Rudy had like a couple hours to kill before his train so we took a cab to Barrage. Every time I go to a bar, I remember why I don't really like bars. Rudy got us drinks. He's an expert. He's fun to watch. We sat and talked. Talked about this guy who wants to go out with him. Young, rich, sweet. About this other guy now dubbed, 'laundry guy'. About Ross. About Aaron. We watched this guy moon over some guy at the other end of the bar.