The Weekend Recap: Friday night was just pathetic. Erik and I were two young men in New York city with pockets full of cash and nothing to do. We called all our friends, checked the movie listing, tried to rent a movie, looked at the concert schedule, played some video games; all of these left us bored and unsatisfied at 9:30. We hit the streets and wandered into a Turkish joint for a Dhoner Ka Bob and then to Lolita to harass Mike and his friend. Ended up having a decent time and conversation there, but it certainly wasn’t a stellar evening. Sometimes it is just way too much work to do something interesting. In hindsight I should have just given up right after work and hit the couch with a book.
Saturday, after having had such a dull Friday, I woke up early in the AM to turn my fortune around. I hurried out to run along the East River up to 23rd Street and then back down through the East Village on Avenue C, across 10th Street, along Tompkins’s Park, ending at the Post Office on 4th Ave. Due to repairs on the mailboxes in my building I have had to visit the Post Office every Saturday for the past month. When I was in line, I realized I should have walked a cool down lap around the block before entering the building. As soon as I stopped moving the sweat began to exude out of me in an alarming rate. The line, however, was not moving, and soon puddles of sweat had accumulated beneath my hands and legs. I looked like someone had hosed me down right on that spot. One of the benefits of living in a town with 8 million people is the anonymity. To the folks in the line I was just another sweaty freak and no one paid me any mind. I left as soon as possible and bought Gatorade at the next bodega. Is it in you? It’s in me.
At home, I cleaned the apartment and made picturesque breakfast that was tabled in concurrence with the start of the Penn State game. While I was munching on my eggs and hot sauce, PSU took control of the game and achieved a formidable lead. My day was already just peachy, and then the phone rang. “Hey, it’s really hot. We’re going to the beach.” It took Erik 35 seconds to convince me to abandon the game and a minute later I was walking up 1st Avenue to get picked up at the Bedford stop in colonial Williamsburg.
We went to Robert Moses Beach on Long Island and the sun was still very hot by the time we got there. What was even nicer was the water. Deemed a “one shock” temperature by Alex, despite the “Swimming Prohibited” signs we dove in. On an empty beach with very few women in bikinis, the default attraction has to be the waves. We spent at least two hours letting the surf beat us up, enjoying getting knocked head over heels. Dried off, took a walk, chilled, and then swam another hour. I really wanted to take advantage of my first and last trip to the beach on the last weekend of summer.
I got home from the beach just in time to meet Mary at the Bowery Ballroom to see the band Spoon. They rocked. Amazing live show. Double encore. I’ve got to remember to see more bands like I used to. I really like it. The trick is not to drink during the show so you don’t have to pee. Makes a world of difference.
Sunday was a sleep in, football, errands, pay bills, workout day. Sunday night I had some adventures and then watched the Sopranos with a friend. I got Taco Bell/KFC take out on the way home which has to be the most vile of things, but I was hungry. They forgot to put the extra tacos in the bag, which pissed me off but will probably add ten minutes to my life. Can you believe how long winded today’s caption is? I could use an editor. See the Site of the Day for an example of terse but thorough.
The Weekend Recap: Friday night was just pathetic. Erik and I were two young men in New York city with pockets full of cash and nothing to do. We called all our friends, checked the movie listing, tried to rent a movie, looked at the concert schedule, played some video games; all of these left us bored and unsatisfied at 9:30. We hit the streets and wandered into a Turkish joint for a Dhoner Ka Bob and then to Lolita to harass Mike and his friend. Ended up having a decent time and conversation there, but it certainly wasn’t a stellar evening. Sometimes it is just way too much work to do something interesting. In hindsight I should have just given up right after work and hit the couch with a book.
Saturday, after having had such a dull Friday, I woke up early in the AM to turn my fortune around. I hurried out to run along the East River up to 23rd Street and then back down through the East Village on Avenue C, across 10th Street, along Tompkins’s Park, ending at the Post Office on 4th Ave. Due to repairs on the mailboxes in my building I have had to visit the Post Office every Saturday for the past month. When I was in line, I realized I should have walked a cool down lap around the block before entering the building. As soon as I stopped moving the sweat began to exude out of me in an alarming rate. The line, however, was not moving, and soon puddles of sweat had accumulated beneath my hands and legs. I looked like someone had hosed me down right on that spot. One of the benefits of living in a town with 8 million people is the anonymity. To the folks in the line I was just another sweaty freak and no one paid me any mind. I left as soon as possible and bought Gatorade at the next bodega. Is it in you? It’s in me.
At home, I cleaned the apartment and made picturesque breakfast that was tabled in concurrence with the start of the Penn State game. While I was munching on my eggs and hot sauce, PSU took control of the game and achieved a formidable lead. My day was already just peachy, and then the phone rang. “Hey, it’s really hot. We’re going to the beach.” It took Erik 35 seconds to convince me to abandon the game and a minute later I was walking up 1st Avenue to get picked up at the Bedford stop in colonial Williamsburg.
We went to Robert Moses Beach on Long Island and the sun was still very hot by the time we got there. What was even nicer was the water. Deemed a “one shock” temperature by Alex, despite the “Swimming Prohibited” signs we dove in. On an empty beach with very few women in bikinis, the default attraction has to be the waves. We spent at least two hours letting the surf beat us up, enjoying getting knocked head over heels. Dried off, took a walk, chilled, and then swam another hour. I really wanted to take advantage of my first and last trip to the beach on the last weekend of summer.
I got home from the beach just in time to meet Mary at the Bowery Ballroom to see the band Spoon. They rocked. Amazing live show. Double encore. I’ve got to remember to see more bands like I used to. I really like it. The trick is not to drink during the show so you don’t have to pee. Makes a world of difference.
Sunday was a sleep in, football, errands, pay bills, workout day. Sunday night I had some adventures and then watched the Sopranos with a friend. I got Taco Bell/KFC take out on the way home which has to be the most vile of things, but I was hungry. They forgot to put the extra tacos in the bag, which pissed me off but will probably add ten minutes to my life. Can you believe how long winded today’s caption is? I could use an editor. See the Site of the Day for an example of terse but thorough.
