just so you know
I'm back from five nights in the city and this time, I'm actually going to enjoy the 'burbs and all the relaxation. No more complaining. Life is good.
Wednesday: Took the bus to the city. Met up with KM and ate a variety of Middle Eastern foods. Went to bed (and attempted to sleep) at a ridiculously early hour.
Thursday: Awoke at 3:30 AM. Took black car at 4:30 to Midtown. Took bus to Newark. Caught 7:00 flight to Atlanta. Took cab to Chamblee-Tucker Road. Interviewed. Was not wowed in the least. Decided to stay put in New York. Hit up Six Feet Under (catfish tacos!) with SM for a 90-minute hangout. Took MARTA to airport. Caught 5:15 PM flight to Newark. Took bus to Midtown. Took cab to East Village. Met up with J. Made out with J in hookah bar until 1:30 AM. Crashed.
Friday: Awoke at 9:00 AM. Took train to Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. Interviewed. Was wowed. Took train to Midtown. Interviewed. Took train to Carroll Gardens. Crashed.
Saturday: Awoke at 9:00 AM. Got text from J. Got call from J. Decided we wouldn't hang for a month. Checked out apartment in Windsor Terrace with KM. Hit up Manhattan. Shopped. Got call from ex-in-a-certain-band (ahem, Maserati). Went to dinner at Mexicali in Brooklyn with KM and Scarny. Got sassy text from J. Called J. Went to first ska show in ten years. Watched audience members skank. Left. Hit up Greenpoint Tavern in W'burg. Met up with ex. Hugged ex excessively. Left the Tavern for Lulu's. Did shots at 4:00 AM. Watched sun come up.
Sunday: Awoke at noon-ish. Was still drunk. Listened to AC/DC a lot. Got ride (with KM) to AW's birthday party. Ate food. Watched "Serpico". Crashed.
Monday: Awoke at 10:00 AM. Had enjoyable lunch at Kati Roll with J in Midtown. (So much for that whole "we won't hang for a month" shit.) Took bus to 'burbs. Hung with Mom at her shop and befriended a New York Giants fan who, despite being 4 years old, knew that Eli Manning hasn't had the best of times as of late. Made sweet potato peanut stew.
The end.
Must crash.
9 comments:
arent you leaving something out? :)
Indeed! On Sunday, the Giants lost in the last second to the Cowboys and it kinda bummed me out.
that's excatly what i was talking about! heart-breaking!
Fuck the Giants. It's not Eli's fault that he has to play with a bunch of assholes (i.e. Strahan and Shockey) and has a dickhead as a coach. Who really wants a bunch of selfish fucks who fight amongst themselves to win the Superbowl? That team is just ridiculous. I do like Plaxico, Eli and Tiki, but again, the Giants would just be this year's hip team to like if the Saints hadn't been awesome.
Did you see this quoted on Deadspin? I'm sure you did, as you tipped me off to the site.
How Eli really feels:
"I do not like football. I don't know how much clearer I can make that point. This sport blows. Everyone's running around and hitting each other... yikes. All I wanted when I was a kid was to hang out with my mom in the kitchen and make some zucchini bread. But nooooo, everyone's all like, "You're a Manning. You should play football!""
That wasn't Eli. That was someone's blog fantasizing what Eli is thinking. Eli played okay against the Cowboys. His older bro didn't start off just tearing apart the league, either. And he didn't have to play with Jeremy Shockey, either.
Yeah, I knew it wasn't Eli. That's what made it funny.
I thought it was pretty lame. They're still in the playoff race in the NFC, but you should pull for the Falcons and the Saints anyway, dawg. 10 years in the South should beat two in New York. And the Giants play in New Jersey. What the fuck's up with that?
Oh, snap. You got me. I just think Eli's a fox.
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