Wow, 5 days might be the longest I’ve gone without posting. Sorry to have neglected you for so long. You’d think I was away on a trip to Monaco or something but alas I am not. That doesn’t mean I haven’t been able to keep busy. Life goes whether or not you’re spending a free week in a European principality. That being said, I’ve rarely had a moment to myself the last few days. Wait, that’s not completely true but for the most part I’ve had stuff to do every day since last posting. Wednesday I went to lunch with my mom and Irwin at a Japanese restaurant in SOHO but I preferred to keep it low-key most of that day preferring the company of Madden 2006 to actual activity.
My active to lazy ratio improved in favor of the active side Thursday night as I met Jen Ball for drinks at Bua on St. Marks Place. I for one had an excellent time as I downed beers and she had a few Red Lemonades and discussed working and high school amongst other things. Afterwards we headed across the street to Crif Dogs for some savory hot dog action. That’s some good eatings when you are hungry and buzzed. I walked Jen to the 6 train and then called Steve Miller. I had received an email insinuating the possibility of Thursday night activities with folks from 709 Grand. When I called Steve he alerted me that they were in the park in DUMBO watching an outdoor movie. I soon joined them and caught most of the movie Big Fish, which I didn’t really need to see again seeing as it’s on almost every day at HBO nearly every time I turn on the TV. It is a great movie though and it sucks me in every time so I didn’t really mind watching it. Also at the movie were Dmitry, Nina, Morwin, Jina, Jenny, and Bora as well as some people I didn’t know who were friends of Dmitry’s and were there because it was his birthday.
When the movie ended the consensus (which doesn’t necessarily mean that I agreed) was to go to S.O.B.’s on Varick for some special promotional Thursday night thing. I honestly just wanted to go to a bar. When we got to S.O.B’s, we saw there was a line and a $13 cover. We decided it wasn’t worth it and Dmitry asked me if I knew any bars in the area. I decided we would go to the Village Tavern for some beers but as we walked toward the bar one of Dmitry’s friends noticed a trendier looking bar called Junno’s and suggested we go there. The bar didn’t seem too crowded so we went inside and sat in a corner booth in the dimly lit room. We sat around drinking and picking at leftover picnic food from the movie. A half hour into being at the bar a girl came by and dropped a leather bound menu-looking thing and asked if we were interested in doing karaoke since Thursday was karaoke night and no one had put in for songs so they weren’t sure if they would do it. If you’ve read this blog in the past you know I’m not one for turning down karaoke. I wrote down my choices and handed one in because I wasn’t sure how long we were staying for and I didn’t want to put in two and make everyone wait for me. While we waited to go Dmitry decided to buy everyone a glass of champagne, which was somewhat weird. I don’t know anyone who just orders champagne at a bar but it was funny and I enjoyed it. It took them long enough to set up karaoke but when it finally arrived I sat through 2 performers and ended up being 3rd up and sang Lisa Loeb’s “Stay”. I’m not going to lie, I’ve wanted to do a karaoke version of that song for a while. It was ridiculously fun to do and I didn’t really have to look at the words that much. I don’t know what that says about me. I wasn’t sure how the crowd of strangers at the bar would react to my choice but afterwards the girl running the show told me it was amazing. I’m not trying to brag or anything I just sort of thought everyone at the bar would be pretty indifferent. Karaoke can be like a drug if you get a good crowd reaction. You just want to do it more and more once you get people on your side. I went up once more and did Duran Duran’s “Rio” and Nina was dancing with me as I sang. I had a great time that night and I hope Dmitry had a good birthday. I dedicated the songs to him or at least the first one.
Most of Friday was spent in the recovery room (i.e, my living room watching TV). I was IM-ing with Morwin during the day trying to figure out the Friday night activity. The answer came to me in email form when I was at the gym. Andy Seestedt was back in town on vacation from his summer boat adventure and there was to be a gathering at Revival near Union Square at 7pm. When 7pm came around, guess where I headed off to (rhetorical)? When I arrived it was just Andy, Kayvalyn and her friend from work but the gathering soon ballooned to a large friendly gathering including some people from high school who don’t know Andy but who I haven’t seen in a while. I had much to drink and engaged in some good conversation and it was certainly good to see Andy. The night ended rather early after a drunken pizza outing at around midnight. The night didn’t end just there because I played 2 games of Madden before going to sleep that evening. I tell you I’m addicted.
Saturday was more of the same in terms of scheduling. The morning and afternoon were put aside to aid in the recovery of my internal organs. Smoothies with immunity boosts and green teas were ingested. I did a little reading of Machiavelli in Washington Square and returned home for dinner and some New York Giants Preseason football watching before going out. At 9:30pm I left with Matt Wood for a brief appearance at Betsy Van Stone’s birthday bash and Newgate Bar and Grill on LaGuardia Place. I only stayed at Betsy’s for an hour, as I had to attend Rob Goodman’s birthday festivities in Williamsburg. I’m a little bummed that I had to miss Betsy’s there were a lot of people attending that I wanted to spend time with that I haven’t had the pleasure of being around since being out of a job. However, Rob and I have been friends, since we were in 10th grade and I haven’t hung out with him and that group of friends as much lately as well and I regret that. Off to Williamsburg I went. I had to get off at the Lorimer stop and walk under the BQE down a fairly deserted street to get to Royal Oak where his party was, but once I got there I had an excellent time. It was a good crowd consisting mostly of Syracuse folk (Jason, Chris, Marty, Josh R, Reva, Katey, Liz A, Rachel M. and rounded out by Rob’s Girlfriend Liz and her roommate Caroline, some Clarkstown North folks as well as some of the Syracuse folk’s significant others. Highlights of the evening included Marty and I developing my new job strategy in which we decided I should run for city council on the platform that I’m an outsider and want to make a change to the way politicians do things. I also decided I would get involved in a scandal and write a tell all book about it to really make money. Perhaps the biggest highlight of the evening was when we all did a shot to celebrate the 8-year anniversary of the day we all met. Freshman year at Syracuse. Very touching stuff, maybe I’ll add some pictures of it here when I upload them to my computer. To make a long story short though this post is plenty long already I got home at around 4:30am I think.
When I woke up this morning I had the hangovers. I didn’t hurt so much but I was completely foggy and fuzzy, but not like a bear, like a lens or a road in the Scottish countryside, though I’m not sure how fuzzy would apply there. The Sunday plan however was not one of loafing and laying about. At 3pm I was meeting my friend Barry who was on vacation from Israel with his 7-month pregnant wife and his daughter. We were to meet at a playground in Riverside Park, which would’ve been fine if Barry was on time. However, I met Jaime Weisfelner there at 3pm but Barry was running late. As a result Jaime and I looked like a couple who had fertility issues and were staring at children to torture ourselves over what we were incapable of doing. When Jaime went to the bathroom I just looked like a pedophile since, I was sitting on a playground bench with a box of cookies and no children of my own. We decided to be less creepy and sit on a bench outside of the playground when we realized that Barry would be later than expected. He finally arrived at 4pm with pregnant wife and baby daughter in tow. Seeing one of your friends who is younger than you with a child of their own and with another one on the way reminded me how far from that I really am. Not that I’m rushing for that in any sense, I just felt on a certain level I couldn’t even relate to my friend. I don’t have a girlfriend and I don’t think I’ll have a kid for at least another 5 years. I need to find a job first. Barry’s situation is so foreign from my own that I didn’t even know what to say to him aside from just generally asking how he’s doing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m impressed by his ability to handle this stage in his life but I just can’t even imagine what it would be like to be in his shoes nor would I necessarily want to be in his shoes at this point in my life. It’s just so mind blowing. It was fascinating to watch his daughter just wander around and interact with the playground environment. I think I just kept thinking to myself, that’s Barry’s kid. It’s absolutely crazy, but in a good way. Soon the conversation drifted towards people getting engaged and getting married, which tends to weird me out a little bit, not that I’m opposed to it. As I said before, I’m just not at that point so I don’t really relate at all. Anyway, it was good to see Barry, his wife, and his daughter. I may see him one other night this week while he’s here. Afterwards, Jaime and I walked til we were hungry and got some dinner at Cosi and had a really good conversation mainly about life, which sounds a little deep but it wasn’t a deeply philosophical existential exercise it was more of a self-evaluation of our current status in life. I always manage to have really great conversations with Jaime. I think I need to go out to dinner with her more often though it’s not as if we never see each other.
Anyway, this was one hell of a past five day recap but damn I’m tired of writing it so this is where it’s going to have to end. Truth is I’m not good at ending things, I could type away for hours but I don’t think anyone would read that.