You can take the Man out of Manhattan but you can’t Manhattan out of the Man, or more accurately, you can’t forcefully prevent him from enjoying the occasional beer and band performance in the borough he used to call his home. One of the Jess S’s I know was sure that I would no longer venture to Manhattan upon my relocation to one of the quieter boroughs.
In the two weeks since leaving the West Village, I’ve enjoyed quite a few alcoholic beverages within the borders of the borough with the bigger buildings. This weekend I spent ample time on both Friday and Saturday evenings in Manhattan. Friday night after the conclusion of my first full work week in nearly 9 months, I grabbed a drink with my producer at an insanely loud bar called Stitch on 37th street. After said drink was over I met up with Marty, Jerry, Adam, Erica, and Erica’s co-worker Sally for some food and drink at the Cedar Tavern on University. There weren’t any terrifically exciting occurrences but our food was good and our waitress was cute. Cedar has always been a solid go to place for drinks and food. It’s not a bad date place either, though I’ve only gone there on a date once and I wasn’t sure if it was a date but I think it was. After leaving Cedar we hopped the train back to Brooklyn.
While on the train, my phone mysteriously began to ring. I have to say, I’m worried about the prospect of all people’s phones beginning to work on the train. The train will become a lot less pleasant upon every commuter’s realization that his or her phone is working despite the underground location of their preferred mode of transportation. Usage of my headphones during my ride into work is destined to become an indispensable necessity. Anyway, back to the story, or unstory as it were…my phone rang, it was Kayvalyn but for fear that she would soon cut out I told her I would call her when I got out of the train. When we exited the train I found out that she and her boyfriend Jason were enjoying a beer at Farm on St. Mark’s and Flatbush. Marty, Adam, and Erica whined about not wanting to go. I told them they didn’t have to but they came with me anyway and we discovered an impressive, sprawling bar layout with an even more appealing outdoor garden with plentiful seating. Farm was quite the find, the only downside was the price of the microbrew selection on hand. Their only cheap beer was Rheingold but unfortunately since they had just opened, the bar’s shipment of Rheingold had yet to come in. I enjoyed a beer or two with Kayvalyn and Jason and company which now included two of Kayvalyn’s friends with whom she conversed in Thai the majority of the time. The night ended rather early, as I think it was before midnight or maybe just after. No big deal, every night out does not have to be a marathon.
Saturday I had a nice sleep and ventured out unkempt on an errand quest. The one errand I had to run consisted of finding a digital camera battery for my Canon Powershot so that I could again take more pictures and put them on this here website. I went to Circuit City, Office Max, and Target but my search was fruitless. I returned dejected and feeling a tad bit lazy. I had previously planned to go to the Siren Festival in Coney Island but was having a hard time mustering up any enthusiasm for the acts. Finally, I hit the subway around 4pm and made it to Coney Island around 4:30. I may have the timetable wrong but you don’t really care, you’ll take what I’m giving you and like it. When I got off of the subway, I was about to call Jeni L but then I saw her and some friends standing by Stillwell Avenue. That was convenient. I walked with them to the Surf Avenue stage where we caught The Stills set. Unfortunately, the Surf Avenue stage, which is the main stage, has awful sound and awful sightlines. We would’ve been better off watching whoever was at the Stillwell stage where the sound was astronomically better and the crowd was much smaller. Anyway, I didn’t stay much longer, we went over to Nathan’s after The Stills set. On the way I ran into Mike H, and Mike K, from the VH1 days as well as Craig D my fellow Syracuse TRF alumnus. Siren Festival is always a good place to run into the various groups of friends and acquaintances you’ve met over your time in New York City. I also ran into my friend Ronit I hadn’t seen in awhile. The line at Nathan’s was ridiculous. It just seemed like it wasn’t moving but I finally got access to a Chili Cheese Dog and some fries. Mmm, Chili Cheese Dog and Fries. After enjoying that most Coney Island of meals I decided to head back to Park Slope. I want to make it back to Coney Island soon for a Cyclones game. Maybe next week.
After a short spell in the Slope I headed to Manhattan alone for an Earl Pickens show at Lakeside Lounge starting at 11pm. I expected to see other people I knew there but the only people there I knew were the band, which was fine because I don’t much like talking during shows. Though I did feel slightly pathetic being there by myself. However I made friends with Dave the bass player’s girlfriend and we watched the show in the corner. It was a pretty sweet show and the old band (The Black Mountain Marauders) was back together but this time as “Family”. They played some of my favorites in the hour set including “Annie” and “If I Could Sing Like That”. Afterwards, I hung out talking to Frank, Mike, and Earl’s wife Jackie for a bit before heading out to meet with Gina at the Dark Room. We soon decided that the Dark Room sucked and met up with Ahmad, Abdullah, Miller, Kishore, John, Zerna, and whoever else was at Welcome To The Johnson’s. My memory of the evening was very fuzzy but I think I was out til about 3 something when I hopped on the train with Miller and headed back to Brooklyn.
When I woke up this morning I couldn’t remember what I did after the Earl show but it all came flooding back to me minutes later. I hadn’t blacked out or anything I just had a bit of a hangover and couldn’t think clearly. Upon rising and shining I headed out on another errand quest to find a cable splitter. Luckily this one was more successful as I found one at my first stop, the Radio Shack on 7th ave and 3rd street though it stupidly did not occur to me to find my camera battery there. Oh well, I’ll go there later in the week when I have time. I spent a good portion of the rest of the afternoon walking around the slope. I checked out two gyms because I really need to get back into shape. I think it’s been a month since I’ve had any healthy activity. Let’s face it, drinking beer frequently and sitting at a desk all day are not healthy and just borderline able to be referred to as activities. I’m looking forward to feeling healthy. Despite my quest for health, the rest of my day focused on unhealthiness though I admittedly had a reasonably healthy dinner. Due to my lack of cable access at home I continued my trend of going to the Lighthouse Tavern on 5th and Carroll to watch the Mets. I was originally going to leave after the 2nd inning because I kind of felt pathetic but I befriended fellow patrons Dan and Annette who themselves are youthful regulars at the Lighthouse. I drank 2 beers and was given two free shots by Tom the bartender who made us all drink some Jagrmesiter in celebration of Sunday evening. That being said, my healthy dinner of grilled chicken strips with some salsa-y mayonnaise-y dipping sauce went a long way towards quelling any potential drunkenness. I left during the 7th inning as the Mets had taken the lead with 11 runs the prior inning and everyone sort of took their cue to head out. So ended my evening and my weekend. Now it’s back to the grind and a second full week in a row. After that, a third…oh the agony, but a good kind of agony. It’s the kind of agony that makes others refer to you as a valuable member of society.