72 hrs in the life.
It's been a reeeeeaaallly long weekend. Not only that, it appears I may actually be trending slightly towards a legitimate writing gig...and wouldn't that be scary. And they want me for my brain, I'm not entirely sure how to react to that.
In any case, went to see the 15 inning, no hit showdown between the Yanks and the Booooo-sox last Friday night at the new stadium. Did the tour of Legend's Field, the Museum, and several of the concourses, ate Nathan's hot dogs, and got ice cold beer in between sitting in delightfully cushioned seats - in the 3rd tier. Forget B.O.B., this place is t3h biznass. And I'm here to tell you that I saw not a single airplane fly over the park during the entire game. Kinda puts a hole in the detractors' theory that flyovers are causing more home runs.
Saturday night it was Arlene's Grocery and drinks with some friends. My brother's roomate (they've been roommates almost the entire time my bro's lived in Frisco, and I'm planning on including him in the AIDS ride team for next year,) li'l sis got involved, and so did his sister. It was an alright night. His sister and I are both approximate in age, and we collectively spent a good amount of time that night lamenting the fact that the entire area that we remember as the gravitational center for freakishness seems also to have fallen victim to the Bloomberg gentrification plan, and that is cause for mourning. Truly, the wildlife preserves
where our kind roamed during our youthful years are being laid waste by the relentless chainsaw action of the disturbingly uniform and blissfully uninformed carbon copy automaton children of the well fleeced set. Last I checked, that was not the purpose of this entire city - to be a playground for those clueless fucks. We need a take back the night movement amongst the freaks. More leather, more boots, more body mods, more insanity, more Ultraviolence (thanks Palaniuk).
Sunday was a trip out to the Qz to hang out with our pal RT, and see the Chines Dargon Boat Festival in Flushing Meadows park. I've been trying to attend this particular festival for years, and something always manages to get in the way of me making it there. This year, however, I was not to be stopped, and I gathered sis into the car, hit the road, and made it out the party in record time, picking up RT on the way. It was around 85F degrees and pretty high humidity for the day. And these guys race ALL DAY LONG! Each team has a tent, and the uniforms are incredibly professional, corporate sponsorship and everything. Harvard even sent one down. So, if can't park ye cah in Haaavahd yahd, can ye pahk ye baaage in Haaaavahd yahd?
Sorry, had to do it.
In any case, went to see the 15 inning, no hit showdown between the Yanks and the Booooo-sox last Friday night at the new stadium. Did the tour of Legend's Field, the Museum, and several of the concourses, ate Nathan's hot dogs, and got ice cold beer in between sitting in delightfully cushioned seats - in the 3rd tier. Forget B.O.B., this place is t3h biznass. And I'm here to tell you that I saw not a single airplane fly over the park during the entire game. Kinda puts a hole in the detractors' theory that flyovers are causing more home runs.
Saturday night it was Arlene's Grocery and drinks with some friends. My brother's roomate (they've been roommates almost the entire time my bro's lived in Frisco, and I'm planning on including him in the AIDS ride team for next year,) li'l sis got involved, and so did his sister. It was an alright night. His sister and I are both approximate in age, and we collectively spent a good amount of time that night lamenting the fact that the entire area that we remember as the gravitational center for freakishness seems also to have fallen victim to the Bloomberg gentrification plan, and that is cause for mourning. Truly, the wildlife preserves
where our kind roamed during our youthful years are being laid waste by the relentless chainsaw action of the disturbingly uniform and blissfully uninformed carbon copy automaton children of the well fleeced set. Last I checked, that was not the purpose of this entire city - to be a playground for those clueless fucks. We need a take back the night movement amongst the freaks. More leather, more boots, more body mods, more insanity, more Ultraviolence (thanks Palaniuk).
Sunday was a trip out to the Qz to hang out with our pal RT, and see the Chines Dargon Boat Festival in Flushing Meadows park. I've been trying to attend this particular festival for years, and something always manages to get in the way of me making it there. This year, however, I was not to be stopped, and I gathered sis into the car, hit the road, and made it out the party in record time, picking up RT on the way. It was around 85F degrees and pretty high humidity for the day. And these guys race ALL DAY LONG! Each team has a tent, and the uniforms are incredibly professional, corporate sponsorship and everything. Harvard even sent one down. So, if can't park ye cah in Haaavahd yahd, can ye pahk ye baaage in Haaaavahd yahd?
Sorry, had to do it.