Happy Father’s Day... Or Happy Sunday... Or Whatever
To most people around, today was Father’s Day. But not really for me, though. Rather, it was a "stay up 'till 7 am and watch Brokeback Mountain" day. A "wake up and watch soccer with Mother" day. A day to go lay out a sheet in Central Park, at the spot my dad would take me to this time of year to help me study for the Regents, and try to finish The Namesake. (Many a bug met its untimely end between its pages.) A day to walk out adjusting my cap and croon along Liam Gallagher: "And I get so high I just can’t feel it." To shake my shoulders half-Harlem Shake, half-Bollywood movie to Panjabi MC. Free Starbuck’s Day.