Boy, It Really Isn't Worth Watching If You Don't Bet
Sojourned north to the Capital Region for an extended weekend. There was a family reunion out by Seneca Lake. Grandma Cooley is a font of sagacity and hilarity, as the following quotes will no doubt demonstrate.
She spoke often of her parents and the bar/grill that my great-grandfather ran across the street from Cohoes City Hall. Apparently, he was into ward politics, and he also "was a bookie, so my mother would drive us to the track, and I would go hang out with the jockie's wives." He bought a car without a license, so my great-grandmother drove him everywhere, "but she was fine with that, since he could drink too much, and then she could take the car and give people rides to Bingo." Also:
GC: What's that song, on a clear day you can see forever?
Relative: Barbara Streisand, right?
GC: Yeah, but what did she know.
Saw Catherine, Susan, and Rachelle, which was superfly. Went over to check out Susan's new digs and had dinner with her gentleman friend. The apartment is rad and he seemed nice. Always trust someone that listens to Cibo Matto and owns "Deliverance" on DVD.
Can we pause and reflect on the fact that there is a GAY BAR in Cohoes, NY? Just a stone's throw from the falls!
Had a relaxing time, in general. It has been a long time since I've been comfortable going upstate. Sadly, the trip did not include an excursion to the Gateway Diner or a game of Erotic Photo Hunt. Spent some time reading for The Book Club That Dare Not Speak Its Name on my grandma's porch, and not only is the book quite good, but was apropos to my trip. Mark Helprin's "Winter's Tale" has lots of language about New York City, upstate New York and travel between the two. The coincidence was sublime.
Upon my arrival back in Brooklyn, my roommates offered me Shepherd's Pie.
She spoke often of her parents and the bar/grill that my great-grandfather ran across the street from Cohoes City Hall. Apparently, he was into ward politics, and he also "was a bookie, so my mother would drive us to the track, and I would go hang out with the jockie's wives." He bought a car without a license, so my great-grandmother drove him everywhere, "but she was fine with that, since he could drink too much, and then she could take the car and give people rides to Bingo." Also:
GC: What's that song, on a clear day you can see forever?
Relative: Barbara Streisand, right?
GC: Yeah, but what did she know.
Saw Catherine, Susan, and Rachelle, which was superfly. Went over to check out Susan's new digs and had dinner with her gentleman friend. The apartment is rad and he seemed nice. Always trust someone that listens to Cibo Matto and owns "Deliverance" on DVD.
Can we pause and reflect on the fact that there is a GAY BAR in Cohoes, NY? Just a stone's throw from the falls!
Had a relaxing time, in general. It has been a long time since I've been comfortable going upstate. Sadly, the trip did not include an excursion to the Gateway Diner or a game of Erotic Photo Hunt. Spent some time reading for The Book Club That Dare Not Speak Its Name on my grandma's porch, and not only is the book quite good, but was apropos to my trip. Mark Helprin's "Winter's Tale" has lots of language about New York City, upstate New York and travel between the two. The coincidence was sublime.
Upon my arrival back in Brooklyn, my roommates offered me Shepherd's Pie.