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Well as nearly everyone who reads this thing knows, I had quite the busy weekend. My housemate/friend Matt from Buffalo came all the way down on friday to see a Yankee game in the new stadium on Saturday. Yankees vs. Mets, nice game to watch (more on that later). Friday was a tad hectic as I got off of work at 1, ran a whole bunch of errands, and came home to eat lunch with Shane (family friend doing some work in the house for us). Half-way through lunch Matt calls me to tell me that he is almost off of Route 17. Successfully navigating from Route 17 to my house for someone who has no clue what they are doing can be quite difficult (I got lost my first time coming home) so I agreed to meet him and he'd follow me home. So I drove to meet him, got caught in a major traffic jam, and finally got home like a hour later or so. Then mostly everyone who reads my LJ came over for a rather mediocre bbq.
This is a problem I've had several times in the last year or so, when it comes to various social get togethers. The way I envision things never seem to match reality, yet I naively keep on thinking it will go as I imagine it will. In my mind, everyone all sits together and it is just hours of rousing converation with plenty of laughter and tales to go around. Everyone gets along and it is a jolly good time. I'm a sucker for nostalgia and sentimental ideologies I suppose. Of course, in reality people aren't as comfortable and open as I am, or as I'd like to think they are. So instead it was a semi-quiet evening with the cliche crickets chirping in the background half the time. As disappointing as it was, it still was nice seeing a whole bunch of people.
Saturday was a grand ol day. We took a train from Peekskill into Grand Central and got in around 11:15. We then went to Times Square and browsed all around. I was also extremely disappointed with my foray into Times Square for one very big reason. For a few years now, I've always wanted to stop by Manny's Music Store. Of course, me being the David Gilmour obsessed man I am there had to be a David Gilmour related reason as to why I wanted to stop and walk into Manny's. David Gilmour purchased his iconic/legendary/famous guitar "The Black Strat" (subject of this book www.theblackstrat.com/ and this replica www.fender.com/customshop/instruments/search.php ) at Manny's, along with a number of other musical legends purchasing their instruements from this store. It's hugely famous. I always wanted to go there and walk around the store and walk the halls where many legends, and my idol, have been. Unfortunately due to the wonderful economy, the store was closed up when I arrived there. I was very disappointed, and all I could do was stare through the barred windows and eye some vintage guitars from far away. What a shame.
We also met up with our friend Jeanille in the city, who saw the yankee game with us. We spent the better half of the afternoon roaming all around the city. The Yankee game started at 4:10. The new stadium is pretty nice, although from the few times I went to the old stadium in my youth I still prefer the old stadium. It was a really fun game to watch though. We saw 3 home runs get hit, and watched the Mets clobber Andy Pettite. We watched some drunk man drama go down in the stands between some Mets and Yankees fans. The weather was okay. It lightly rained for the first 5 innings or so, and it was freaking cold. But it was still a decent experience.
And then Matt and I made pancakes this morning and he headed on out. I went to work, where spent 5 and a half hours just walking around the store and doing jack shit. It was such a boring and slow day. There was no reason for me to come in. I wanted to leave. At least I was getting paid to do nothing. But still, I could have been doing something more productive with my time I suppose.
The other night I had one of them ol' dreams that are so pleasant and completely enjoyable that you don't wish it to end. Unfortunately you find yourself waking up and realizing that it was but a dream, and not reality. So you lay in bed for awhile sitting there and thinking of how nice things would be. Now I've just been thinking the last day or so about stuff. Romance seems to be such a fairy-tale and antiquated concept in today's society. I wish it weren't so. Then again, I'm a sucker for those kind of things. Relationships are such an interesting and complicated matter. Currently I'm happy not being in one yet I want to be in one. And the what constitutes as a relationship, what is considered one and what it means to be in one is something I can't even answer. As seemingly simple of an explanation as what being in a relationship is, I don't find it to be a very simple thing. That's the great thing that Sex and the City illustrates (especially the movie). There are all kinds of love and relationships, and it isn't so simple to define it all.
Blah, I need to get to bed soon.
This is a problem I've had several times in the last year or so, when it comes to various social get togethers. The way I envision things never seem to match reality, yet I naively keep on thinking it will go as I imagine it will. In my mind, everyone all sits together and it is just hours of rousing converation with plenty of laughter and tales to go around. Everyone gets along and it is a jolly good time. I'm a sucker for nostalgia and sentimental ideologies I suppose. Of course, in reality people aren't as comfortable and open as I am, or as I'd like to think they are. So instead it was a semi-quiet evening with the cliche crickets chirping in the background half the time. As disappointing as it was, it still was nice seeing a whole bunch of people.
Saturday was a grand ol day. We took a train from Peekskill into Grand Central and got in around 11:15. We then went to Times Square and browsed all around. I was also extremely disappointed with my foray into Times Square for one very big reason. For a few years now, I've always wanted to stop by Manny's Music Store. Of course, me being the David Gilmour obsessed man I am there had to be a David Gilmour related reason as to why I wanted to stop and walk into Manny's. David Gilmour purchased his iconic/legendary/famous guitar "The Black Strat" (subject of this book www.theblackstrat.com/ and this replica www.fender.com/customshop/instruments/search.php ) at Manny's, along with a number of other musical legends purchasing their instruements from this store. It's hugely famous. I always wanted to go there and walk around the store and walk the halls where many legends, and my idol, have been. Unfortunately due to the wonderful economy, the store was closed up when I arrived there. I was very disappointed, and all I could do was stare through the barred windows and eye some vintage guitars from far away. What a shame.
We also met up with our friend Jeanille in the city, who saw the yankee game with us. We spent the better half of the afternoon roaming all around the city. The Yankee game started at 4:10. The new stadium is pretty nice, although from the few times I went to the old stadium in my youth I still prefer the old stadium. It was a really fun game to watch though. We saw 3 home runs get hit, and watched the Mets clobber Andy Pettite. We watched some drunk man drama go down in the stands between some Mets and Yankees fans. The weather was okay. It lightly rained for the first 5 innings or so, and it was freaking cold. But it was still a decent experience.
And then Matt and I made pancakes this morning and he headed on out. I went to work, where spent 5 and a half hours just walking around the store and doing jack shit. It was such a boring and slow day. There was no reason for me to come in. I wanted to leave. At least I was getting paid to do nothing. But still, I could have been doing something more productive with my time I suppose.
The other night I had one of them ol' dreams that are so pleasant and completely enjoyable that you don't wish it to end. Unfortunately you find yourself waking up and realizing that it was but a dream, and not reality. So you lay in bed for awhile sitting there and thinking of how nice things would be. Now I've just been thinking the last day or so about stuff. Romance seems to be such a fairy-tale and antiquated concept in today's society. I wish it weren't so. Then again, I'm a sucker for those kind of things. Relationships are such an interesting and complicated matter. Currently I'm happy not being in one yet I want to be in one. And the what constitutes as a relationship, what is considered one and what it means to be in one is something I can't even answer. As seemingly simple of an explanation as what being in a relationship is, I don't find it to be a very simple thing. That's the great thing that Sex and the City illustrates (especially the movie). There are all kinds of love and relationships, and it isn't so simple to define it all.
Blah, I need to get to bed soon.