May 18, 2012
I take it easy and just stay home. I woke up super late and feel quite hungover from last night. I have GoogaMooga to go to tomorrow, which I’m unbelievably excited for. I got free tickets for both Saturday and Sunday. Tom is coming tomorrow since I offerred on Thursday.
It’s the first time they’re trying this out. It’s a food, booze, and music festival in Prospect Park. The weather is going to be amazing. Most importantly, there are dozens and dozens of food vendors from all over the city. It’s great that the tickets were free, but I would’ve paid for the tickets. I’ve tried a few of the places, but so many of them I haven’t. Also, a bunch of them are expensive restaurants that I wouldn’t visit if it weren’t for this festival. I’d rather spend money on a bunch of bites there than an expensive lunch or dinner at a really nice place. That’s just me.
May 19, 2012
I’m on a really bad sleep schedule and wake up at 6:00AM and can’t sleep for two hours while I watch some TV and eat some breakfast. I was planning to maybe getting to Brooklyn past noon. However, I end up getting there at about 3:30 after going back to sleep and finally catching up on sleep.
It’s a gorgeous day and when I get to Prospect Park, it’s a real freaking shit show. Everything is long long lines. I also realize that there’s absolutely no service. Aaron supposed to be there, but no way of contacting him. Tom is supposed to come too, but I can’t get to him. It looks really fun, there are loads of people and atmosphere, the weather is incredible, I see the vendors and I want to try everything, but the lines are too much.
I end up waiting on a line for beer because having a few beers before I wait on food lines would make things a lot easier. People on line are also by themselves because of the lack of phone service and we are all in misery. Sober, extremely hungry, and frustrated with line waiting. After an hour, I order three beers for $21 and chug them while I wait for this someone short line for a Jean Gorges chicken sandwich. Mad, I pretty shwasted considering I haven’t eaten all day.
I eventually get a text from Aaron that says the place is all lines and he leaves. I run out to get service after my sandwich and find Tom. We stand around, grab a dessert, check the place out, wait way too long for a mediocre burger, and leave. People that I know from school who went had a good idea of just leaving the placce and enjoying Park Slope. There are restaurants and bars without hour long waits.
Despite the really cool situation and the freaking unbeliveable amount of gorgeous New York women, the place was literally all lines. Even water was served on the “beverage” line, along with beer, so people probably were dehydrated on a hot summer day and had to wait an hour for anything. Good thing the porta-potties didn’t have lines, otherwise it would’ve been an actual shit show.
I was so looking forward to this, but it turned out to be the worst thing ever. Ridiculous lines because there were just too many people. I really hope next year they just sell/give out half the amount of tickets.
They were planning 40,000 people, which they knew about based on the amount of tickets they gave away. They advertised it well, they got all these great restaurants and beers to be served. They made a cool iPhone app for the event that would’ve been quite useful (if there was service…). For the specialty tickets, they got David Chang, Bourdain, and other celebrities to come to talk. They got Hall and Oates and the Roots to play. They set up these really cool looking signs, tents, and decorative pieces. However…
They did set it up for 40,000 people. Vendors quickly ran out of food. They didn’t have enough vendors/they gave away too many tickets considering the lines. They didn’t have free water or a separate line for water. They had this stupid “ticket” system like a fair. You wait an hour to buy “tickets” and then there’s no wait for specialty beer at these tents where you exchange “tickets” for beer or wine. Or wait on regular beverage lines for beer or drinks for an hour. Choose your poison. They somehow ignored the fact that people would not have service, which is absolutely atrocious. What are we, in the 80s?
Well, I guess my super exciting start to summer did not go off with a bang.
Tom and I go to Keybar and just start drinking. We had nothing to do. His friend comes, who has his birthday. The guy also comes with this really huge skeev. He’s wearing an open Hawaiian shirt with his wife beater showing, along with his gut. He has this weird cap on with little nerdy buttons. He bums a few cigarettes off of me and then starts drinking people’s drinks off of the table. He asks for free money from us because he has “no money” on him. When we’re talking about drinks, he suggests that birthday guy buys everyone a round of drinks. And the guy is like… “Why don’t you buy me drinks since it’s MY birthday….”
He eventually says he has cab money and Tom suggests he can buy his own drink and take a subway. He literally scoffs at the idea of taking a subway. It’s not even a consideration for him. The guy is a real Scumbag Steve. He also suggests that we go to a place with more girls. He already failed when he walked up to these 4 really cute blonde Scandanavian girls. Yeah, Hawaiian shirt with wife beater and gut is really going to find a lot of girls.
Kenny, Alon, Scott, and Nikki come. We hang for a bit and people end up splitting. We go to this new speakeasy beer bar. We then call it a night and I take the 1:19 home. It’s been a hella long day.
May 20, 2012
Instead of going to GoogaMooga for that shit show I expected again, I went to a Yelp event. I get into Nolita after 3:00PM and go to this new restaurant/bar that’s opening up. The food is absolutely delicious, best food I’ve had at an event. Usually, it’s just finger bites, but here, they gave us plates of food, buffet style. It was straight out of the kitchen instead of sitting there randomly. Along with vodka drinks, it’s a decent time.
Towards the end of the event, I just split and go for a walk in SoHo/Nolita. Just a beautiful neighborhood and great weather again. I see this bakery that I’ve wanted to go to and never been and grab an almond croissant. Also an iced coffee because I’m thirsty as hell with all booze and walking.
I randomly run into these French people who are playing instruments. It’s sort of this Lord of the Rings kind of stuff. Old fashioned, Celtic or something style. The cool random stuff in New York. Eventually, it’s 7PM and I give up on walking around and soaking in the sites.
I’m online and find out that Sunday GoogaMooga turned out to be a lot better. I guess people found out about what a shit show Saturday was. I was even planning to maybe go both days, but after Saturday, I just gave my tickets away to Miah and Hannah. I assume I could’ve tried harder to sell them on Craigslist for $40 a pop or something, but I gave up, especially since Miah asked for them.
Stefan and Sara went too. Sucks that I didn’t go when the lines weren’t as bad, but I couldn’t have known and I wasn’t willing to take the risk. Whatever, there’s always next near.
May 21, 2012
I want to be productive week and I’m slowly working on that. I make a huge list of things I want to get done and I only really touch on it today. I clean my room, organize loads of shit, catch up on the Sunday TV shows, get some blog writing done, catch some of my YouTube subscriptions, etc.
I pick up this new show called Legend of Korra, it’s animated and nothing too amazing, but pretty good and I love the drawing.
May 22, 2012
I’m on the worst sleep schedule and sleep super late and then wake up in the afternoon. By now, I barely have any time and all I can do is plan the dinner that I’ve been planning to make for mum since Mother’s Day. She’s been busy.
Anyway, chicken liver with balsamic on sourdough bread. Thin spaghetti with a creamy leek and salmon sauce with crispy salmon skin garnish. I go easy on the dessert, caramelized bananna with toasted macadamias. I would’ve been a lot better ice cream than just by itself.
At night, Aaron wants to go out and I’m planning to do so and get all ready, but he backs out on last second because it’s late.
May 23, 2012
Same issue with my sleep again. I wake up around 10:00, but then get exhuasted again and sleep into the afternoon. I start watching F-Word while I get some writing and random things done. I love Ramsay and I’ve seen all of his series (plural?). I’m 99% sure I’ve seen this before, but I decide to watch it again, fast forward through some of it, and gather some of the recipes that I want to try out this summer.
I go to Macy’s to buy a handmixer. $30 gg. I wish I owned a professional KitchenAid stand mixer to make baking and other desserts easier, but whatever. I also have a Macy’s coupon and get this on sale V-neck in the Boys section for $7. I’ve seen them cheaper, but it’s hard to find my sizes at stores and the lady at the counter compliments my shopping prowess.
Then off to make compost cookies, which I kill this time. It’s still hard to get the baking down to a science, with the temperature and timing. However, the recipe itself is real solid.
May 25, 2012
Jenn drives Kenny and I into the city. We had a late start and there was some traffic so we’re late. I made a reservation for the Brindle Room. It’s a big group of us at the restaurant, 9 people. When I get there, I find out that because we’re 6 or over, they have to make us do a prix fixe of $40. I’m not sure if everyone wants to do it and I ask, but Aaron and Kenny are vocal about not going. I let them know that they can find somewhere else to eat if everyone is willing to stay. It’s a bit of a strange move, but it’s possibly hard to get a table for 9 without reservations anyway so we’d just be walking around the area lost if people did not split off.
However, we quickly decide to turn down the restaurant, which is a bit awkward since they kept our table open for 50 minutes. Walking away and going to this burger place, Aaron mentions that Miah and Kenny have disappeared. We have a group of 7 of us and two people are missing. Personally, I’m surprised that Miah went off without saying anything. He barely said Hi and I haven’t seen him in months. Kenny on the other hand, he’s about doing his own thing, I didn’t expect much.
Aaron mentions it multiple times to me and really, I do not care. If they want to join us, they would call us and ask where. If they had manners, they would say they were going to do “x” and join us later. If they had common sense, they would ask where we were going at least and get an idea of they could do. Nope.
I later find out that they ended going to The Brindle Room. Okay, that is enough. It’s fine if you want to do your own thing and separate from the group. If you don’t have the manners to announce it, whatever, I’m not the courtesy police. I’m not going to teach you social norms.
However, I made reservations at this restaurant. I invited people through a Facebook event to make sure things would occur. I planned it with people and texted people to alert people we were late, what time we were getting there, and confirming the plans. I chose this restaurant because I wanted to try it and it also accomodated Eric Fidel and his tastes. I was in the contact with him because it was his last night left in New york.
But them two going to the restaurant anyway, sneaking off, and ignoring us is completely unacceptable. I suggested Kenny, Aaron, and whoever else wanted to could split off and they were not having it. So instead, we, as a group, decided to go somewhere else. But, these two, behind our backs, go to the restaurant anyway. They took advantage of the fact we left with my reservation still there and now they could order A La Carte. How fucking selfish.
Despite the plans, I did not end up going to the restaurant because it could not accommodate us. I’m not going to ignore everyone and just do what I want. That’s not how people operate. The group decided to go somewhere else and that’s what happened. I have the common sense to accept that issue.
And by the way, this is all really rooted from frugality. Kenny was only going for their moderately priced burger instead of their other menu options. It really is a shame that cheapness provoke this kind of shameless action.
I am very open to people’s personal choices and how they want to operate, but I draw lines. There’s not much to say about it. I don’t really care. I will just make sure I never invite these two to plans next time. If they want to plan things and do all the work, so be it. However, if there is going to be a group of people, I assume certain individuals will follow common courtesy. If not, I don’t need to accommodate their antisocial behavior. Adios.
Anyway, that’s my rant. We go to Blackmarket for a quick burger and then we go to a new spot that I love, Double Wide, a Southern style bar. Tasty Sweet Tea drinks, a Southern menu with stuff like Frito Pie that I still have to try, a decent beer selection, and even a bar area.
We sit there chatting around, along with Fidel’s two friends. Bolanos, Kenny, and Scott join in. Sam reminds me that her birthday is soon at Bowery Electric. She also mentions that she also might eventually move to Spain and teach there! Jeez, I’m freaking jealous. That’s going to be incredible. We hang out at Sophie’s and then Double Down. We meet up with Reuben and grab him a drink.
It’s our first true night out after Aaron and my first year of law school. Bolanos accomplishing 2L as well. It’s great being out. Seeing faces I usually don’t get to see.
May 26, 2012
Bolanos drives Evan and I into Brooklyn to one of my favorite beer gardens, Radegast. Stefan and Sara are there. Aaron with his friends, Murray, his new g/f, Nicole, Glenn, his g/f. I have a fun chat with Sara about studying abroad in Florence and how I studied in Prague. Then about how I’m planning to take a trip to Budapest. Good stuff.
I then catch up with Nicole, who I apparently have met before. It turns out that I have. The next day I remember when she was dating Shaq, I met her. It was at this bar where Bolanos got kicked out. He brought in a water bottle of SoCo and was flaunting it off near the bouncer like an idiot. Great times.
We then go to the bar across the street, which is really awesome. $4 beer and shot… AND they give you a beer cozy. Sick life. I’m past stealing random things from bars (though I will take coasters for my collection, but those are free/trash anyway). I had to have me a beer cozy though. Snatched that like the skeev that I am. Done deal.
May 28, 2012
Yesterday, I missed out on going to certain fairs in the city so today I want to get out. The MET is opened for Memorial Day so I go in at around 3:00. I really wish everyday was a holiday because traffic was easy. Parking was open everywhere. It was wild. It was as if I didn’t live in New York. Imagine that!
I’ve been to the museum at least 3 times in the past year, so 2 hours was a decent amount of me. I wanted to see the new exhibits. The Stein collection of Matisse and Piccaso was quite good. What blew me away however was the New American collection that had American Impressionists. Influenced from the Parisian Salon, they brought the French techniques and applied them to the northeast landscapes and cities. I am disappointed that I never knew about this work.
It’s hot as hell. I mistakingly walk out in jeans and that was a freaking bad idea. I look like a complete pig as I sweat my balls off. I’m feeling lazy and weird and I decide not go to to the East Village and grab a bite.
However, when I get on the bridge, I change my mind and decide to go into Astoria. I want to get King Falafel, which is quite famous in the food truck/vendor world. There’s also this street fair. I get there and the street fair sucks. The usual stuff you see, especially those shitty “Mozzearepas.” Very mediocre food. Also, I don’t need to buy pashminas, jewelry, or perfume. Jeez, they really curtail to the needs of women. Then again, what do men even need to buy or even want to buy, as most hate shopping.
I walk around like an idiot for a while and just give up on looking for food. I guess it’s the heat and walking around so much that gets me exhausted from wanting to be ambitious. I hadn’t eaten anything all day, but my legs hurting from walking is more of a deciding factor. I was actually planning to grab a bite somewhere, chill out at the bar for an afternoon beer, enjoy my day, and then go home at night. However, I’m out and out as quick as possible.
Tuesday, 29 May 2012
Saturday, 19 May 2012
May 3, 2012
After a day of studying at Panera, I end up getting dinner with Andrew and Courtney, Rebecca’s friends. We swap some fun stories over sushi at Daruma, the quintessential Great Neck joint.
May 4, 2012
After 6-7 hours of studying with people on campus, it’s time to hang with CNF. I drive to Brooklyn and meet up with Michael, Scott, Tom, and Jon at Atlantic Chip Shop. We get stuffed on some fried fish and potato goodness. We then go to this amazing place called “Boat Bar.” Just a sick place.
Life is just too good and I’m enjoying being out with my boys. We somehow come up with this douchey move saying “Titties” and knocking a table with your knuckles down. Great idea.
Bolanos shows up and I tell him getting a Miller Hi Life for $3. There’s a leftover bottle on the table and I rep it real hard, “Look at that bottle! Sick bottle.” Bolanos replies, “You can’t get enthusiasm like that anywhere.”
Exactly dammit! Even if it’s about the aesthetics of a stupid beer bottle, there’s nobody that lives things like I do. I’m happy about everything and enthusiastic about life. Even with finals coming up, I can wreck it and I’m currently out with my favorite people, so what the hell, enjoy it.
We even up going back to CN Tower for a little bit and then calling it a night.
May 5, 2012
At night, we decide to go to the Lower East Side. I drive Bolanos and Evan in. Driving this weekend is a good die as I can get work done the next day. We meet up with Jon, Stefan, Elena, and Becky. I’m rocking my sombrero out for Cinco De Mayo like a boss. Alon and Sara end up meeting us. We go to Schiller’s Liquor Bar, which I’ve wanted try this place for a while. Bolanos on his way there complains about how he likes shitty places. When we’re at Schiller’s, after a while, I joke that I agree with him to some extent. The girls here are just too high caliber. I don’t have a chance. Freaking long legged, modelly types walking in and out.
I actually really like the place and rock a bottle of the “Cheap” wine. Evan, Alon, and I later get fried pizza at Montanara and we meet up with people to split. We say Bye to Jon. It was great seeing him for the short time he was here.
May 10, 2012
My first final went as expected, though after the test, I realize that I hiccuped on a few of the Torts rules, but the questions were only work 6-8 points and I got almost all the points. With a 13/15 on my midterm, I hope to get at least an A-.
Today is the contracts midterma nd I’ve been pretty decent about locking down and studying at Panera. I did 5-6 hours staight the day before. I also show up on campus at 10:00 to study for my final at 1:30. I’m decently/well prepared. The test turns out to be way to long and afterwards, people bitch like crazy. However, I’m a fast typer and pretty good at time management, so I’m able to finish the 15 multiple choice and 20 short answer in 3 hours. I heard people left 4-5 questions straight up blank.
Afterwards, people decide to go to a bar in Sunnyside. It’s actually a bunch of us. I’m surprsied people went out all the way there. I’m glad to be socializing with classmates and relaxing after our final, blowing off some steam. We have 2 more finals, one on Tuesday and a take home due Thursday, but that’s a decent amount of time.
I hang with the people from my seminar, the common way that social situations work because that’s the people you know. Eventually, people start leaving and we had gotten there around 5:30. At around 9:00, I leave and meet up with Hasan who is randomly in the area. We go to some hole in the wall restaurant that serves good Turkish food. We then wait for Bolanos and Kenny, who meet up with us in Sunnyside and we go to this very empty Irish bar. The bartender has an Irish accent, which I appreciate considering the bar is called “The Brogue.”
We call it a night, but it’s a nice afternoon and night after a final. I felt a little frazzled after it because of the constant writing. I feel bad for the peple that couldn’t finish and were in a rush the whole way through. Not that I wasn’t rushing a bit, but I knew I could finish the test. I would’ve liked to add a few more things, but I really hope I get an A in this class. I’m somewhat confident that I can.
May 11, 2012
I guess I could make plans to go out at night, but I prefer to stay in, take it easy, and study tomorrow. I get some work done during the day and then have a tutoring session with Melinda, Brandon’s mom. That’s been going pretty well.
If ya’ll don’t know already, once it hits 9-10PM on a weekend, I don’t work. I’m too excited about “the night” and the possibility of all the fun out there that people are having without me. Call me psycho, but it’s a good time to unwind even if I’m not going to be out.
Either way, lets say I partake in some goods that I got from Scott, must have been over a year ago. It was pretty good. Relaxing.
May 12, 2012
I’m on this weird sleep schedule where I sleep relatively late at like 2-3:00, but I can easily wake up at 10:00 and get work done. However, I wake up a few hours earlier than that plan to and I try to fight it off, eat some breakfast, and get my day going. After an hour, I realize I can’t fight it and go back to sleep, but until like 2:00PM, ugh.
I go to Starbucks for their sweet Happy Hour deal for some half price fraps and get some studying done.
At night, I invite Jenn and Bolanos over. We have some beers, we talk some shit, and just chill out. That’s a night.
May 13, 2012
I made a card for mom. Made by the way, not that bought shit. I bought some “pretty” blank cards, wrote them, ribboned it, pasted a heart to seal it. I call her and she won’t be home today, so I’ll cook that meal I’ve been planning for her later this week. There’s a great food memory/story with it, so I guess I’ll tell that when I cook for her. She’s not a stickler for when holidays are or whatnot. I’ll just make it up to her.
Madison Square Eats has opened up for the summer so I head out there. Luna’s been in the city with her b/f and I’ve been in touch with her, but I’m steering clear of her. Who the hell wants to be a 3rd wheel and hang out with them. Screw that mang.
I drive into the city, traffic isn’t too too bad and parking is pretty easy. I meet up with Stefan. While I’m waiting for him, I’m starving and grab an ice coffee, rice ball, and chicken taco. Stefan and I split this incredible freshly made pizza. Bloody good.
We eventually find a table to chill out at because it’s so crowded and we really had to wait around. This was after we grab a beer because awesomely, they serve beer this year. Great weather and setting for just some day drinking and some food. Oh my god, it’s fucking life. It’s amazing.
During this, I notice this really good looking girl. I’m not into tan girls and she really was, but she was tall, extremely thin, and showing loads of midriff and leg. Sort of a Audrina Patridge face going on. Stefan and I sit down at a table and there are two empty chairs. The girl and her tattooed boyfriend walk over and ask if they can sit. We welcome that. It’s great, there’s limited seating and it’s a lovely way to meet new people.
We share pleasentries and just keep chatting for an hour or so. He’s from San Diego and seems quite well off as he drives a CLS 550 and is quite liberal with his range of rent if he were to live in New York. She’s from upstate, but there out there for a year and that’s where they met. They’re a very cool couple just visiting the city for less than a week. Apparently they plan on moving out here. We talk some stuff about people in Europe, how New York operates, the people here, rent prices, things to do in New York, etc. etc. About 7:30-8:00, we all split up. But hey, what a great day.
This is exactly what I love about New York and meeting new people is one of the coolest things about life. Incredible food, beer, weather, sharing stories with strangers, catching up with Stefan, what a great day. I need to be diligent tomorrow though because I have one more day before my final.
Oh and by the way, walking around, jeez are there gorgeous women in New York. I really need to get back on the horse this summer. We’ll keep you posted. Until then, I’m out.
May 15, 2012
I’ve never stayed up so late working on something. I get to campus around 2:00PM and work on my take home final. Granted, I slack off a bunch, but I basically learn the entire semester, from past the midterm. I “learn” the class and then keep writing. I meet up with some people randomly and chat with them. I realize some stuff that I missed. It would’ve been nice if I planned things better and worked with people all day.
I get home at 1:30 and work until 4:00AM.
May 16, 2012
I get a decent amount of sleep and arrive on campus at 1:30PM. It’s due in 2 hours and I thought I had it done. I chat with some people in my seminar and change a few things. I finally hand it in and I’M DONE! First year of law school! OVER!
I go home, grab some food, and fucking nap my ass off until 7:15PM. I have a bottle with me for a pregame. I’m on my way to this bar that people are going to from my school. I get there early and no one is there. Kevin arrives, my “bro,” from school and we’re just chilling.
We go to the bar on the corner because it’s cheaper. We sit outside at this bar and see Oscar, from The Office. He’s walking down on the street with a girl taller than him. Hot date eh? Apparently he’s not gay in real life.
We then go back to the bar, Sutton Place, and it’s got a nice rooftop area. There are about 20 of us from the school there. That’s a good showing. It’s fun chatting with people, meeting some people, talking with some people I’ve never actually socialized with. Fun times, despite the numerous $7 beers I’ve paying for.
Tom eventually meets up and meets some of my friends. We then stand outside at 1:30ish and people are starting to split. I’m a boss and trying to get people to go downtown. However, despite my great planning abilities and boss ass drunk personality, people are bitches and just want to start leaving. We eventually relaize that no one is around and Tom and I get grab a quick beer near Penn Station before I jump on the 3:19.
On the train, apparently a worker jumped onto the tracks. We sit there for 2-3 hours doing nothing. Fucking bullshit. They give me “Emergency Water” and eventually the train moves. I get home at 7:00AM. Screw that!
After a day of studying at Panera, I end up getting dinner with Andrew and Courtney, Rebecca’s friends. We swap some fun stories over sushi at Daruma, the quintessential Great Neck joint.
May 4, 2012
After 6-7 hours of studying with people on campus, it’s time to hang with CNF. I drive to Brooklyn and meet up with Michael, Scott, Tom, and Jon at Atlantic Chip Shop. We get stuffed on some fried fish and potato goodness. We then go to this amazing place called “Boat Bar.” Just a sick place.
Life is just too good and I’m enjoying being out with my boys. We somehow come up with this douchey move saying “Titties” and knocking a table with your knuckles down. Great idea.
Bolanos shows up and I tell him getting a Miller Hi Life for $3. There’s a leftover bottle on the table and I rep it real hard, “Look at that bottle! Sick bottle.” Bolanos replies, “You can’t get enthusiasm like that anywhere.”
Exactly dammit! Even if it’s about the aesthetics of a stupid beer bottle, there’s nobody that lives things like I do. I’m happy about everything and enthusiastic about life. Even with finals coming up, I can wreck it and I’m currently out with my favorite people, so what the hell, enjoy it.
We even up going back to CN Tower for a little bit and then calling it a night.
May 5, 2012
At night, we decide to go to the Lower East Side. I drive Bolanos and Evan in. Driving this weekend is a good die as I can get work done the next day. We meet up with Jon, Stefan, Elena, and Becky. I’m rocking my sombrero out for Cinco De Mayo like a boss. Alon and Sara end up meeting us. We go to Schiller’s Liquor Bar, which I’ve wanted try this place for a while. Bolanos on his way there complains about how he likes shitty places. When we’re at Schiller’s, after a while, I joke that I agree with him to some extent. The girls here are just too high caliber. I don’t have a chance. Freaking long legged, modelly types walking in and out.
I actually really like the place and rock a bottle of the “Cheap” wine. Evan, Alon, and I later get fried pizza at Montanara and we meet up with people to split. We say Bye to Jon. It was great seeing him for the short time he was here.
May 10, 2012
My first final went as expected, though after the test, I realize that I hiccuped on a few of the Torts rules, but the questions were only work 6-8 points and I got almost all the points. With a 13/15 on my midterm, I hope to get at least an A-.
Today is the contracts midterma nd I’ve been pretty decent about locking down and studying at Panera. I did 5-6 hours staight the day before. I also show up on campus at 10:00 to study for my final at 1:30. I’m decently/well prepared. The test turns out to be way to long and afterwards, people bitch like crazy. However, I’m a fast typer and pretty good at time management, so I’m able to finish the 15 multiple choice and 20 short answer in 3 hours. I heard people left 4-5 questions straight up blank.
Afterwards, people decide to go to a bar in Sunnyside. It’s actually a bunch of us. I’m surprsied people went out all the way there. I’m glad to be socializing with classmates and relaxing after our final, blowing off some steam. We have 2 more finals, one on Tuesday and a take home due Thursday, but that’s a decent amount of time.
I hang with the people from my seminar, the common way that social situations work because that’s the people you know. Eventually, people start leaving and we had gotten there around 5:30. At around 9:00, I leave and meet up with Hasan who is randomly in the area. We go to some hole in the wall restaurant that serves good Turkish food. We then wait for Bolanos and Kenny, who meet up with us in Sunnyside and we go to this very empty Irish bar. The bartender has an Irish accent, which I appreciate considering the bar is called “The Brogue.”
We call it a night, but it’s a nice afternoon and night after a final. I felt a little frazzled after it because of the constant writing. I feel bad for the peple that couldn’t finish and were in a rush the whole way through. Not that I wasn’t rushing a bit, but I knew I could finish the test. I would’ve liked to add a few more things, but I really hope I get an A in this class. I’m somewhat confident that I can.
May 11, 2012
I guess I could make plans to go out at night, but I prefer to stay in, take it easy, and study tomorrow. I get some work done during the day and then have a tutoring session with Melinda, Brandon’s mom. That’s been going pretty well.
If ya’ll don’t know already, once it hits 9-10PM on a weekend, I don’t work. I’m too excited about “the night” and the possibility of all the fun out there that people are having without me. Call me psycho, but it’s a good time to unwind even if I’m not going to be out.
Either way, lets say I partake in some goods that I got from Scott, must have been over a year ago. It was pretty good. Relaxing.
May 12, 2012
I’m on this weird sleep schedule where I sleep relatively late at like 2-3:00, but I can easily wake up at 10:00 and get work done. However, I wake up a few hours earlier than that plan to and I try to fight it off, eat some breakfast, and get my day going. After an hour, I realize I can’t fight it and go back to sleep, but until like 2:00PM, ugh.
I go to Starbucks for their sweet Happy Hour deal for some half price fraps and get some studying done.
At night, I invite Jenn and Bolanos over. We have some beers, we talk some shit, and just chill out. That’s a night.
May 13, 2012
I made a card for mom. Made by the way, not that bought shit. I bought some “pretty” blank cards, wrote them, ribboned it, pasted a heart to seal it. I call her and she won’t be home today, so I’ll cook that meal I’ve been planning for her later this week. There’s a great food memory/story with it, so I guess I’ll tell that when I cook for her. She’s not a stickler for when holidays are or whatnot. I’ll just make it up to her.
Madison Square Eats has opened up for the summer so I head out there. Luna’s been in the city with her b/f and I’ve been in touch with her, but I’m steering clear of her. Who the hell wants to be a 3rd wheel and hang out with them. Screw that mang.
I drive into the city, traffic isn’t too too bad and parking is pretty easy. I meet up with Stefan. While I’m waiting for him, I’m starving and grab an ice coffee, rice ball, and chicken taco. Stefan and I split this incredible freshly made pizza. Bloody good.
We eventually find a table to chill out at because it’s so crowded and we really had to wait around. This was after we grab a beer because awesomely, they serve beer this year. Great weather and setting for just some day drinking and some food. Oh my god, it’s fucking life. It’s amazing.
During this, I notice this really good looking girl. I’m not into tan girls and she really was, but she was tall, extremely thin, and showing loads of midriff and leg. Sort of a Audrina Patridge face going on. Stefan and I sit down at a table and there are two empty chairs. The girl and her tattooed boyfriend walk over and ask if they can sit. We welcome that. It’s great, there’s limited seating and it’s a lovely way to meet new people.
We share pleasentries and just keep chatting for an hour or so. He’s from San Diego and seems quite well off as he drives a CLS 550 and is quite liberal with his range of rent if he were to live in New York. She’s from upstate, but there out there for a year and that’s where they met. They’re a very cool couple just visiting the city for less than a week. Apparently they plan on moving out here. We talk some stuff about people in Europe, how New York operates, the people here, rent prices, things to do in New York, etc. etc. About 7:30-8:00, we all split up. But hey, what a great day.
This is exactly what I love about New York and meeting new people is one of the coolest things about life. Incredible food, beer, weather, sharing stories with strangers, catching up with Stefan, what a great day. I need to be diligent tomorrow though because I have one more day before my final.
Oh and by the way, walking around, jeez are there gorgeous women in New York. I really need to get back on the horse this summer. We’ll keep you posted. Until then, I’m out.
May 15, 2012
I’ve never stayed up so late working on something. I get to campus around 2:00PM and work on my take home final. Granted, I slack off a bunch, but I basically learn the entire semester, from past the midterm. I “learn” the class and then keep writing. I meet up with some people randomly and chat with them. I realize some stuff that I missed. It would’ve been nice if I planned things better and worked with people all day.
I get home at 1:30 and work until 4:00AM.
May 16, 2012
I get a decent amount of sleep and arrive on campus at 1:30PM. It’s due in 2 hours and I thought I had it done. I chat with some people in my seminar and change a few things. I finally hand it in and I’M DONE! First year of law school! OVER!
I go home, grab some food, and fucking nap my ass off until 7:15PM. I have a bottle with me for a pregame. I’m on my way to this bar that people are going to from my school. I get there early and no one is there. Kevin arrives, my “bro,” from school and we’re just chilling.
We go to the bar on the corner because it’s cheaper. We sit outside at this bar and see Oscar, from The Office. He’s walking down on the street with a girl taller than him. Hot date eh? Apparently he’s not gay in real life.
We then go back to the bar, Sutton Place, and it’s got a nice rooftop area. There are about 20 of us from the school there. That’s a good showing. It’s fun chatting with people, meeting some people, talking with some people I’ve never actually socialized with. Fun times, despite the numerous $7 beers I’ve paying for.
Tom eventually meets up and meets some of my friends. We then stand outside at 1:30ish and people are starting to split. I’m a boss and trying to get people to go downtown. However, despite my great planning abilities and boss ass drunk personality, people are bitches and just want to start leaving. We eventually relaize that no one is around and Tom and I get grab a quick beer near Penn Station before I jump on the 3:19.
On the train, apparently a worker jumped onto the tracks. We sit there for 2-3 hours doing nothing. Fucking bullshit. They give me “Emergency Water” and eventually the train moves. I get home at 7:00AM. Screw that!
Sunday, 29 April 2012
Summer Coming
March 23, 2012
At night, I’m not sure about plans until Evan says he’s driving into the city with Bolanos. I join along and then I find out that it’s an 80s party and I don’t even know. It’s cool, but I would’ve liked trying deck out in 80s stuff. We get there and it’s a very small place downstairs. The music is pretty good, a decent amount of people, but we end up splitting pretty quickly.
We stand around Sophie’s for a while and then Stefa and Sara come. We leave immediately though only after a short Hello.
March 25, 2012
I was invited to this Mad Men party in the Upper West Side and I have class tomorrow. It’s a combination of things that make me not want to go. I have hints of a hang over from yesterday. I don’t really feel like driving 45 minutes out there. I have class the next day. It’s just a huge fucking hassle so I decide to ditch, even though I was excited about it all week.
I then randomly get a call from Rebecca, Miah’s sister, and she invites me to this party. It’s her friend Andrew, and Courtney, who I have met. They’re all dressed up. I dressed a bit, but just up instead of in the fashion of the time. It’s a cool time hanging out with people I never hang with and meeting new people.
March 28, 2012
I don’t have class the next day and Jenn texts me if people are around for drinks. Done deal, this works out perfectly. I text people and Kenny, Bolanos, and Erdem come too. It’s just a chill time talking shit and having a few drinks. We chat a decent amount about the party I’m throwing on Friday. I randomly decided to because of the Mad Men thing and I realized that I should utilize my open house. There’s no reason not to and I haven’t hosted a house party in ages. I made the event on Facebook and it’s turned out to be really big. Can’t wait for that.
March 30, 2012
When I was in Montmarte in Paris, there was this one amazing bakery (boulangerie) that I went to. I’ve seen this video of Gordon Ramsay learning how to make a croissant and it randomly turned out to this bakery that I loved. So crazy. I really wish I could eventually move out to Europe.
http://youtu.be/K7zdYKn2RJo
Today is my party party. I themed it for the 1940s because I was listening to Tiny Bradshaw on the radio. The radio is so awesome. I feel a cold coming on, but I take a nap after class and then get up to prepare. Throughout the week, I did most of the set up. Cleaned up, organized the house, made the bar presentable, etc.
I did shopping after class so it’s time to cook. I make an eggplant “caviar,” a Gordon Ramsay recipe. Eggplant with Greek yogurt and sour cream. Creamy with Sriracha as spice and lemon to lift up the flavor a bit. I then make these Spanish egg tapas. Onion and mushroom, bits of bacon, crumbled hard boiled egg on toasted baguette. I then make a hollandaise for the first time. What a delicious sauce for it. I spice it up with some Spanish pimenton and cayenne, sick sauce. Thankfully, Andrew comes with Maker’s Mark and I make a punch with it. I froze a Tupperware with water so I could make a huge ice cube, real fucking fancy I am. Apple cider, cinnamon, orange slices, lemon seltzer to cut the sweetness, and loads of Maker’s. So delicious.
People are slow on trickling in, but it eventually turns out to be a huge party. Enoch and his friend. Andrew and his friend Gio. Jenn, Bolanos, Aaron, Scott, Nikki, Avi, Rebecca, Kenny, Hasan (who brings a case of Bud 40s), Tom, and his friend Scott, Matt, and his lady friend. Everyone’s around the bar, I’m blasting some 40s music, it’s all good, but a bit of a mindfuck because I’m just running here and there trying to keep the party flowing, mingle, and just make sure I run around to reach everyone and chat.
Booze runs out really fast. Thankfully Andrew brought the Maker’s and Tom brought a bottle of Captain. After that, we move onto wine and the 40s that Hasan brought. We play some beer pong because Hasan has been wanting to do that for some reason and I can’t blame him. Jenn drove so she leaves pretty quickly, would’ve liked to see her have a fun night as she usually doesn’t like drinking out.
We talk about the gal that Matt brought, in the most complimentary sense though. She’s a real good looking girl and Matt tells me that they met on Plenty of Fish. Darn, I need to get myself on that site. A few of the guys comment on how she looks young, Aaron tells me and it turns out she’s 27. Motherfucker. I love me some older women. Dammit. Actually, the only thing I thing about the next day when waking up in a hungover daze is how angry I was about the matter. Jealousy anger, but I’m really glad for Matt and how he pulls.
It’s a fun time and I get real drunk up in thurr. Eventually everyone leaves and it’s just Hasan and I. My boy, oldest best friend I got. I’m on that drunken high and really happy that he’s staying so I can hang. We want food, but realize nothing is open for delivery. We cook up some fried rice and just chill out on my computer watching cute girls who sing with a guitar. My man knows how attractive a musically talented girl can be. After a while, he stays for the evening on my couch and I head upstairs exhausted. The food and all the water I drank is getting to me. I’m on Skype with Ela and I just feel bloated and want to vomit. It’s gross as she’s doing dishes and enjoying her day with her roommate Kristina, and I’m a drunk asshole there with my finger down my throat trying to throw up. Eventually it happens in my trash and it’s time for bed. I haven’t actually chatted with Ela on Skype for a week or so, so it’s good hearing from her.
April 5, 2012
It’s a three day weekend for Easter and I want to make big plans because I’ve been feeling shitty all week from being sick. My colds usually go by real fast, but maybe this is something else. How do you know if you have a flu or not anyway? Whatever, I just fight through it and go through the week with a sore throat, sinus issues, loads of mucus.
Aaron is on the Island so Bolanos, Kenny, Aaron, and I go to BHT. After some drinks, we go to White Castle, which I’ve been fiending forever. They have this special deal that Aaron and I split. Dude, chicken rangs, French frauys, and buhrgahs (I’m not sure what accent I’m trying to get at here). It was gloriously delicious. Never felt more like a pig in shit. The bathroom as a separate door that you need to get buzz into by the employees. I guess people were using it too much because it’s near bars. When I get out, there’s this older man and I try to leave the door open for him. He fucking gives me attitude for it.
Then, there’s two guys waiting for it and when he gets out, he gives them attitude and stares at them. They’re standing in front of the glass door simply waiting for him to get out. Fucking old man is fat as fuck and must be drunk or something. The three of them exchange some words. Bolanos mentions that it’s stupid he’s doing that because the two younger guys could easily beat his ass. He was a riot, but I didn’t want to laugh too hard or stare at it because he could walk over and cause ruckus.
During this, we chat a bit about Alon and girls because Alon and I talked about this last week. Aaron mentions something about “he’s in a drought.” (Though every night is a drought for us, ammirite?!). Not trying to specifically bash on Alon or anything, but I mention, “There’s no drought when there’s never been rain.” Boom, there you go, quote of the night. We were dying from it. Again, I’m not trying to disparage my boy at all. I tell you, there’s nobody that’s got our brothers’ backs like I do. I want him to destroy, so I hope he does. He’s also moving into the city soon, so good for him.
April 6, 2012
I pick up Bolanos, Aaron, Stefan, and Sarah and we go to Studio Square. We meet up with Jesse and Teddy. It’s a good chill time.
When I get back, I actually hang a bit on the Tinychat room and chat with Shelby from Wisconsin. Then there’s Lisa from Spain who I catch up with. I haven’t heard from her recently and apparently she was fired and missing home a bit because she’s Dutch and moved to Spain less than a year ago.
April 7, 2012
It’s been a nerdy few days recently. I’ve been watching SC2 during the IPL tournament. I also switch between the Magic stream as well. Hey man, it’s Easter weekend, I get to sit around and do nothing. At night, people aren’t really around and I’m really not in the mood to go into the city. I thought the cold was dying down or gone, but it’s back and annoying me. I decide not to go into the city and go back to BHT with Tom, Bolanos, and Michelle shows up as well.
We’re just sitting around and chatting. Tom’s moving to Williamsburg soon, so that’s going to be pretty awesome. I decide to spice it up and after some beer, I get some Bombay and Knobb Creek. Classing it up and it was frakking delicious dammit.
April 10, 2012
Talking about snack game
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Erlw-ODVZxU&feature=youtu.be
Darwin: I've never seen a man more nonchalantly break up a fight. He did not stop his snacking for a moment. My biggest issue was answered on Reddit:
"He is eating pringles off of a white cheddar popcorn bag ಠ_ಠ"
"Raises so many questions. Did he combine the chips and popcorn to make a new flavour? Was he disguising the chips in a popcorn bag? What's going on!!"
I'm confused as fuck how he's pulling that off with his snack game.
Darwin: Yo, Doritos are the Baltic Avenue of the snack game. I wouldn't be caught with that shit in my grill.
Our boy had some premium chipage, BBQ Pringles. His popcorn game was pretty sick too.
You guys don't know, I'm all up in this snack game. I once killed a man over Fritos.
Another one
Eric: Snowing in April? Well played Michigan.
Darwin: Just like the Night's Watch of The Wall.
Eric: When you're this far north, the only place to go is south.
Darwin: I told that to a girl once. Let me tell you, she was not amused.
Me talking about Tom’s choice of a woman.
9 is a good choice. She's got that dark hair, very Czech looking. Those girls are sluts. You can probably get her anus for 2400 krona.
20 minutes with her would be cheap, maybe 90 USD and a bottle of Becherovka.
Man, I'm on a roll today. Someone pat my back.
http://youtu.be/HQb1ZEYmZHc
The end of this clip and how excited Larry David gets over something like that is exactly how I feel all the time. Ted Danson is just standing there, a person he barely knows, and has no clue what to say. Larry lights up, he pushes Ted a bit, and just wants a brother to acknowledge his acheivement and Ted is having none of it. Feels like that all the time with my “brothers.”
And also, can we also talk about how unbelievably beautiful Lucy Lawless is? Blonde hair, sharp facial features, and don’t even ask me about that Australian accent because I’m about to faint.
April 13, 2012
At night, we were planning to maybe go into the city because I’ve been planning with Jenn. However, we end up wanting to go to Josh’s, but that plan falls through. I haven’t seen that man in a while. We end up making it my place. Jenn, Bolanos, Tom, and Kenny head over. We just hang out talking shit and doing nothing, an easy night. Tom is actually moving out to Williamsburg in a week, so that’s some super exciting news.
April 14, 2012
It’s Sara’s birthday today so we go in. Bolanos picks up Kenny and I and we head into the West Village/Meatpacking to meet Nikki and Scott. She bartends at this bar that I’ve been to before. We walk around trying to look for Corner Bistro and boom, we randomly see Scott outside of the bar we were supposed to go to. We weren’t even trying to walk past that bar. Coincidence.
Corner Bistro is obviously too busy so we go to get fish and chips. Bolanos doesn’t care for it, but I love me some fish. Walking to find somewhere to eat it because the place was closing, we randomly walk into Alon on the street. Coincidence. Then sitting on the ground eating, Aaron randomly walks past us. Coincidence.
So literally I texted these three guys and we were planning to meet them at some point after food because I told them to come downtown. However, even without us texting each other where we were getting food, we just run into all three of them. Crazy night.
We end up going to Ace Bar because Sara’s there. I like the place, even though it’s a bit crowded always. Lots of girls though. And skeeball, can’t forget skeeball. I give Sara my birthday wishes and the card I made. Stefan meets up with us.
We then move over to Sophie’s because that’s where we always go these days. It’s nice because I haven’t been there for weeks.
I’m texting with Ala and I find out that she’s going to be visiting NYC in May with her friend and wants somewhere to crash. That’s going to be great. I haven’t caught up with her recently and I’ve always wanted to visit TN for the sake of it being the south and also having someone to show me around.
I give Alon a chat about women. Our boy has prospects and I need to make sure he gets this shit done. None of us have any freaking prospects and while I care for myself the most, he better make moves on what he has going on.
When we’re about to leave, Bolanos and Aaron are waiting on the line for the bathroom. There’s this girl that just cuts them and Aaron tells her, “You know, we’re a society here.” She then tells Bolanos, “Your friend is the worst person in the world.” When I hear this quote, I die. I always enjoy topping off the night with a highlight and a “quote of the night.” It really makes the night meaningful to have something that really emphasizes a story and gives us something to take away from it.
Bolanos responds that there probably are worse people in the world. She says, “Not on this planet.” Aaron and I end up having this conversation. He’s clearly on the side that women should be treated equally, society should have standards, and women shouldn’t be allowed to be an exception. The other guys seem to be of that opinion.
I feel that chivalry isn’t dead. Unless it’s a crazy emergency, I don’t really care waiting a minute for a lady. As much as I like the idea of equality and blurring lines of separating people into groups, I still think chivalry can exist. It’s how I want to treat the women in my life, friends, family, or significant others, so why not be an example of that and just treat women in general fairly. A man needs a code.
April 15, 2012
It’s a beautiful day and I want to go to Williamsburg, but I end up giving up on that plan. Usually with these plans, I have something “to do” other than eating somewhere, but I didn’t really have this with Williamsburg. Maybe I can go on the bridge, but I just stay home. I go to Macy’s and try to look for some clothes because I need some nicer stuff for law school. I actually really need to buy a suit and be a man. Great thing that nothing fits so I walk away empty handed.
April 20, 2012
It’s a week or two before things go crazy so it’s good time for me to figure something fun, but also get ahead on work so studying won’t be so crazy. I almost plan on staying in for the night, but Bolanos gets away from his work and I pick up Kenny and him to go to BHT.
We stay there for a while, but I drove so only grab two beers. I get to sleep by 2:30, despite mad procrastination. I plan tomorrow to meet Vanessa in Brooklyn.
April 21, 2012
I wake up at 10:00 and it’s sick feeling active in an un-hungover sense. I could drive into Williamsburg, but I decide not to. I have time, I have a Yelp event, I don’t want to deal with parking, done.
I catch a bus to Flushing, then a subway to Court Sq. The G train is messed up, so there’s a bus downtown. It’s crazy how close the Long Island City is to North Williamsburg. We go to Smorgasburg, which is one of the best things ever. It’s in East Side Park, right by the water.
There are new, probably expensive, as hell apartments. The people are rich mofos considering they get their groceries delivered and get to throw it onto a luggage cart instead of carrying it to and from the store like normal people.
It’s such an incredible view of the city for a gorgeous day. It’s the 70s. Warm with a nice breeze from the water. It won’t be this nice in a few weeks.
I meet with my friend Vanessa, who just came back from England and Paris. She got me a Mind the Gap keychain, so how very nice and cool of her. Something about that phrase is so cool.
We start off with oysters, the Saint Simon Canadian one is the best. We share a half done, one each of the three different kinds. I’ve been itching to do $1 Happy Hour oysters, so this is a great move.
We walk all over the place and I wish I could try everything. We literally spend 30 minutes just checking out things without getting anything, just tasting samples and soaking it all in until actually getting something. I get a fried fish sandwich, so good. There’s also a crazy line for brisket and lamb with two guys with a smoker. The line is literally the longest line there by far and it’s quite obvious that apparently that’s the place to go. Boy it did not disappoint, crazy you can get a small sandwich of that quality stuff for $5. We sit on the grass for it, it’ll be a perfect place for a picnic.
I get a delicious apple and ginger soda, which would be a horrible idea if mixed with bourbon, you’d get so shitfaced. We then walk to the L train and we walk past all of Williamsburg. I forget why I’ve been to Public Assembly and still can’t think why I have, even after looking through the blog. We then walk over to the Yelp event, which is at a new place that celebrity chef David Burke opened up.
We came an hour late and only an hour left, however, I grab as many cocktails as I can. It’s a swanky outdoor cocktail area that is attached to a nice hotel in TriBeCa. They get celebrity bartenders to make drinks and it’s basically an free open bar.
Holy shit, nice ingredients, nice venue, beautiful weather, free drinks, great bartenders, loads of people, it’s so amazing. And freaking David Burke is actually there schmoozing around with people. I’m too shy to ask for a picture with him, then again, I haven’t tried any of his food, so I don’t have much to stay to him. However, the little bites of his food served are quite good.
The place is closing down and Vanessa is crazy and pulls a bottle of the rum into her bag. That is some skeevy move that I completely support. I haven’t pulled anything like that before in my prime days. I even take a shot because the bartenders need to get rid of the liquor that they’re given to make the drinks. I eventually split from Vanessa because she’s going to NJ. I tell Scott that we should meet up, I contact loads of people, but no one is really around.
I walk over to Grandaisy Bakery because that is amazing stuff, a butternut squash pizza with sage. Seriously? So good. I walk over the Washington Square Park and there’s a few young guys playing jazz. A trumpet, sax, drum, and bass. It’s so amazing. I record a few videos of it. It’s a beautiful day and beautiful music. People are enjoying it and I’m just a pig in shit. I’m drunk as hell now because I grabbed as many drinks as I could while I was there. I imagine I had at least 8-9 drinks and that’s a crazy amount for me these days.
I meet with Scott and we go to Down the Hatch, or whatever West Village bar is from the same people of Jake’s Dilemma. Other bars didn’t have Happy Hour this late since the event ended at 5 and I met Scott at 6-7:00. However, this bar has Happy Hour until 9, $3 shots and $1 beers. Good thing I can barely drink because I would’ve ordered so many freaking beers and shots with that value. After a couple drinks, we meet Nikki at the Magician in the LES.
Freaking hell, so many girls. I wish I was more sober or something because I wasn’t conversing with these girls and there were so many. It was literally like 6-7 girls and Scott and I and two others dudes. Hanging out with the usual group, we’re lucky to have one female hang out with 5-6 of us guys. I don’t know, it’s still just an amazing time. I’m too freaking happy. I had one of the best days I can recently remember, great food, great views, great drinks, great weather, just a great day. Beautiful New York.
And now, I’m drunk and hanging out with my boy Scott and Nikki and some other people. Just love it. Soctt and I realize we didn’t get food other than a hot dog after Down the Hatch, so we get pizza. Despite eating a lot earlier, I haven’t eaten dinner. I get the best pizza slice I’ve had in New York and then we join back with the group.
We go somewhere else and it’s a fucking walk. I didn’t realize. I told them not to take a cab, but they told me the wrong address. We all the way from the LES to basically Greenwich, between W Houston and Bleecker. It turns out to be this Hispanic place. There’s a live band playing salsa. The bathroom is the weirdest situtiaton because it’s in the basement, but down a 50 foot hallway. It’s just crazy how long the way is to the bathroom. I’d imagine people getting freaked out or lost. At the bathroom, there’s the obligatory guy that gives you a napkin and sometimes gets tipped. I thank him with a “Muchas gracias Senor.” He gives me a “De nada.” Great feeling. Not only do I get to use my Spanish, but I get a gentle reply. The Spanish I’ve dealt with recently is just pure racism. I hear all this “Chino” this or that all the time when I’m at stores or restaurants with workers. Hey man, the fuck!
I get some dancing down because I’m a dancing boss like that. We end up deciding to leave and pick up our stuff from the real sweet girl gives us back our stuff. Nikki had a suitcase because she was working at Whole Foods and I have a backpack with some law school work, an umbrella and whatnot. She offers us freaking sombreros! How sick!! Real fucking sombreros!
We walk outside and realize, WHAT THE FUCK. It’s a torrential hurricane rain. It’s only 11:30 and it looks like the night is dead. Damn that sucks.
I end up taking the subway up with them, they go home, I go to the LIRR. I obviously look sick in my hat. Had a sweet day though. Love it.
April 25, 2012
“Well I hope you as a future lawyer hold by the ideals of legal formalism. It would just be as fair for two hoodlums to beat you or I for helping a person who has fallen on the street. Unless you think bicycle messengers should be allotted powers of judgment, sentencing, and punishment, this man was innocent and had a Constitutional right to stand before a judge for a trial. Unfortunately, these deviants ignored the fundamental values this country was built upon.
We do not live in a land where punishment is dealt with by "street justice," vigilantism, and mob mentality. This is a society of laws and justice. Justitia omnibus.”
Something I wrote replying to Tork’s post. It was a video of some bike messengers beating on someone who tried to steal a bike.
At night, I’m not sure about plans until Evan says he’s driving into the city with Bolanos. I join along and then I find out that it’s an 80s party and I don’t even know. It’s cool, but I would’ve liked trying deck out in 80s stuff. We get there and it’s a very small place downstairs. The music is pretty good, a decent amount of people, but we end up splitting pretty quickly.
We stand around Sophie’s for a while and then Stefa and Sara come. We leave immediately though only after a short Hello.
March 25, 2012
I was invited to this Mad Men party in the Upper West Side and I have class tomorrow. It’s a combination of things that make me not want to go. I have hints of a hang over from yesterday. I don’t really feel like driving 45 minutes out there. I have class the next day. It’s just a huge fucking hassle so I decide to ditch, even though I was excited about it all week.
I then randomly get a call from Rebecca, Miah’s sister, and she invites me to this party. It’s her friend Andrew, and Courtney, who I have met. They’re all dressed up. I dressed a bit, but just up instead of in the fashion of the time. It’s a cool time hanging out with people I never hang with and meeting new people.
March 28, 2012
I don’t have class the next day and Jenn texts me if people are around for drinks. Done deal, this works out perfectly. I text people and Kenny, Bolanos, and Erdem come too. It’s just a chill time talking shit and having a few drinks. We chat a decent amount about the party I’m throwing on Friday. I randomly decided to because of the Mad Men thing and I realized that I should utilize my open house. There’s no reason not to and I haven’t hosted a house party in ages. I made the event on Facebook and it’s turned out to be really big. Can’t wait for that.
March 30, 2012
When I was in Montmarte in Paris, there was this one amazing bakery (boulangerie) that I went to. I’ve seen this video of Gordon Ramsay learning how to make a croissant and it randomly turned out to this bakery that I loved. So crazy. I really wish I could eventually move out to Europe.
http://youtu.be/K7zdYKn2RJo
Today is my party party. I themed it for the 1940s because I was listening to Tiny Bradshaw on the radio. The radio is so awesome. I feel a cold coming on, but I take a nap after class and then get up to prepare. Throughout the week, I did most of the set up. Cleaned up, organized the house, made the bar presentable, etc.
I did shopping after class so it’s time to cook. I make an eggplant “caviar,” a Gordon Ramsay recipe. Eggplant with Greek yogurt and sour cream. Creamy with Sriracha as spice and lemon to lift up the flavor a bit. I then make these Spanish egg tapas. Onion and mushroom, bits of bacon, crumbled hard boiled egg on toasted baguette. I then make a hollandaise for the first time. What a delicious sauce for it. I spice it up with some Spanish pimenton and cayenne, sick sauce. Thankfully, Andrew comes with Maker’s Mark and I make a punch with it. I froze a Tupperware with water so I could make a huge ice cube, real fucking fancy I am. Apple cider, cinnamon, orange slices, lemon seltzer to cut the sweetness, and loads of Maker’s. So delicious.
People are slow on trickling in, but it eventually turns out to be a huge party. Enoch and his friend. Andrew and his friend Gio. Jenn, Bolanos, Aaron, Scott, Nikki, Avi, Rebecca, Kenny, Hasan (who brings a case of Bud 40s), Tom, and his friend Scott, Matt, and his lady friend. Everyone’s around the bar, I’m blasting some 40s music, it’s all good, but a bit of a mindfuck because I’m just running here and there trying to keep the party flowing, mingle, and just make sure I run around to reach everyone and chat.
Booze runs out really fast. Thankfully Andrew brought the Maker’s and Tom brought a bottle of Captain. After that, we move onto wine and the 40s that Hasan brought. We play some beer pong because Hasan has been wanting to do that for some reason and I can’t blame him. Jenn drove so she leaves pretty quickly, would’ve liked to see her have a fun night as she usually doesn’t like drinking out.
We talk about the gal that Matt brought, in the most complimentary sense though. She’s a real good looking girl and Matt tells me that they met on Plenty of Fish. Darn, I need to get myself on that site. A few of the guys comment on how she looks young, Aaron tells me and it turns out she’s 27. Motherfucker. I love me some older women. Dammit. Actually, the only thing I thing about the next day when waking up in a hungover daze is how angry I was about the matter. Jealousy anger, but I’m really glad for Matt and how he pulls.
It’s a fun time and I get real drunk up in thurr. Eventually everyone leaves and it’s just Hasan and I. My boy, oldest best friend I got. I’m on that drunken high and really happy that he’s staying so I can hang. We want food, but realize nothing is open for delivery. We cook up some fried rice and just chill out on my computer watching cute girls who sing with a guitar. My man knows how attractive a musically talented girl can be. After a while, he stays for the evening on my couch and I head upstairs exhausted. The food and all the water I drank is getting to me. I’m on Skype with Ela and I just feel bloated and want to vomit. It’s gross as she’s doing dishes and enjoying her day with her roommate Kristina, and I’m a drunk asshole there with my finger down my throat trying to throw up. Eventually it happens in my trash and it’s time for bed. I haven’t actually chatted with Ela on Skype for a week or so, so it’s good hearing from her.
April 5, 2012
It’s a three day weekend for Easter and I want to make big plans because I’ve been feeling shitty all week from being sick. My colds usually go by real fast, but maybe this is something else. How do you know if you have a flu or not anyway? Whatever, I just fight through it and go through the week with a sore throat, sinus issues, loads of mucus.
Aaron is on the Island so Bolanos, Kenny, Aaron, and I go to BHT. After some drinks, we go to White Castle, which I’ve been fiending forever. They have this special deal that Aaron and I split. Dude, chicken rangs, French frauys, and buhrgahs (I’m not sure what accent I’m trying to get at here). It was gloriously delicious. Never felt more like a pig in shit. The bathroom as a separate door that you need to get buzz into by the employees. I guess people were using it too much because it’s near bars. When I get out, there’s this older man and I try to leave the door open for him. He fucking gives me attitude for it.
Then, there’s two guys waiting for it and when he gets out, he gives them attitude and stares at them. They’re standing in front of the glass door simply waiting for him to get out. Fucking old man is fat as fuck and must be drunk or something. The three of them exchange some words. Bolanos mentions that it’s stupid he’s doing that because the two younger guys could easily beat his ass. He was a riot, but I didn’t want to laugh too hard or stare at it because he could walk over and cause ruckus.
During this, we chat a bit about Alon and girls because Alon and I talked about this last week. Aaron mentions something about “he’s in a drought.” (Though every night is a drought for us, ammirite?!). Not trying to specifically bash on Alon or anything, but I mention, “There’s no drought when there’s never been rain.” Boom, there you go, quote of the night. We were dying from it. Again, I’m not trying to disparage my boy at all. I tell you, there’s nobody that’s got our brothers’ backs like I do. I want him to destroy, so I hope he does. He’s also moving into the city soon, so good for him.
April 6, 2012
I pick up Bolanos, Aaron, Stefan, and Sarah and we go to Studio Square. We meet up with Jesse and Teddy. It’s a good chill time.
When I get back, I actually hang a bit on the Tinychat room and chat with Shelby from Wisconsin. Then there’s Lisa from Spain who I catch up with. I haven’t heard from her recently and apparently she was fired and missing home a bit because she’s Dutch and moved to Spain less than a year ago.
April 7, 2012
It’s been a nerdy few days recently. I’ve been watching SC2 during the IPL tournament. I also switch between the Magic stream as well. Hey man, it’s Easter weekend, I get to sit around and do nothing. At night, people aren’t really around and I’m really not in the mood to go into the city. I thought the cold was dying down or gone, but it’s back and annoying me. I decide not to go into the city and go back to BHT with Tom, Bolanos, and Michelle shows up as well.
We’re just sitting around and chatting. Tom’s moving to Williamsburg soon, so that’s going to be pretty awesome. I decide to spice it up and after some beer, I get some Bombay and Knobb Creek. Classing it up and it was frakking delicious dammit.
April 10, 2012
Talking about snack game
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Erlw-ODVZxU&feature=youtu.be
Darwin: I've never seen a man more nonchalantly break up a fight. He did not stop his snacking for a moment. My biggest issue was answered on Reddit:
"He is eating pringles off of a white cheddar popcorn bag ಠ_ಠ"
"Raises so many questions. Did he combine the chips and popcorn to make a new flavour? Was he disguising the chips in a popcorn bag? What's going on!!"
I'm confused as fuck how he's pulling that off with his snack game.
Darwin: Yo, Doritos are the Baltic Avenue of the snack game. I wouldn't be caught with that shit in my grill.
Our boy had some premium chipage, BBQ Pringles. His popcorn game was pretty sick too.
You guys don't know, I'm all up in this snack game. I once killed a man over Fritos.
Another one
Eric: Snowing in April? Well played Michigan.
Darwin: Just like the Night's Watch of The Wall.
Eric: When you're this far north, the only place to go is south.
Darwin: I told that to a girl once. Let me tell you, she was not amused.
Me talking about Tom’s choice of a woman.
9 is a good choice. She's got that dark hair, very Czech looking. Those girls are sluts. You can probably get her anus for 2400 krona.
20 minutes with her would be cheap, maybe 90 USD and a bottle of Becherovka.
Man, I'm on a roll today. Someone pat my back.
http://youtu.be/HQb1ZEYmZHc
The end of this clip and how excited Larry David gets over something like that is exactly how I feel all the time. Ted Danson is just standing there, a person he barely knows, and has no clue what to say. Larry lights up, he pushes Ted a bit, and just wants a brother to acknowledge his acheivement and Ted is having none of it. Feels like that all the time with my “brothers.”
And also, can we also talk about how unbelievably beautiful Lucy Lawless is? Blonde hair, sharp facial features, and don’t even ask me about that Australian accent because I’m about to faint.
April 13, 2012
At night, we were planning to maybe go into the city because I’ve been planning with Jenn. However, we end up wanting to go to Josh’s, but that plan falls through. I haven’t seen that man in a while. We end up making it my place. Jenn, Bolanos, Tom, and Kenny head over. We just hang out talking shit and doing nothing, an easy night. Tom is actually moving out to Williamsburg in a week, so that’s some super exciting news.
April 14, 2012
It’s Sara’s birthday today so we go in. Bolanos picks up Kenny and I and we head into the West Village/Meatpacking to meet Nikki and Scott. She bartends at this bar that I’ve been to before. We walk around trying to look for Corner Bistro and boom, we randomly see Scott outside of the bar we were supposed to go to. We weren’t even trying to walk past that bar. Coincidence.
Corner Bistro is obviously too busy so we go to get fish and chips. Bolanos doesn’t care for it, but I love me some fish. Walking to find somewhere to eat it because the place was closing, we randomly walk into Alon on the street. Coincidence. Then sitting on the ground eating, Aaron randomly walks past us. Coincidence.
So literally I texted these three guys and we were planning to meet them at some point after food because I told them to come downtown. However, even without us texting each other where we were getting food, we just run into all three of them. Crazy night.
We end up going to Ace Bar because Sara’s there. I like the place, even though it’s a bit crowded always. Lots of girls though. And skeeball, can’t forget skeeball. I give Sara my birthday wishes and the card I made. Stefan meets up with us.
We then move over to Sophie’s because that’s where we always go these days. It’s nice because I haven’t been there for weeks.
I’m texting with Ala and I find out that she’s going to be visiting NYC in May with her friend and wants somewhere to crash. That’s going to be great. I haven’t caught up with her recently and I’ve always wanted to visit TN for the sake of it being the south and also having someone to show me around.
I give Alon a chat about women. Our boy has prospects and I need to make sure he gets this shit done. None of us have any freaking prospects and while I care for myself the most, he better make moves on what he has going on.
When we’re about to leave, Bolanos and Aaron are waiting on the line for the bathroom. There’s this girl that just cuts them and Aaron tells her, “You know, we’re a society here.” She then tells Bolanos, “Your friend is the worst person in the world.” When I hear this quote, I die. I always enjoy topping off the night with a highlight and a “quote of the night.” It really makes the night meaningful to have something that really emphasizes a story and gives us something to take away from it.
Bolanos responds that there probably are worse people in the world. She says, “Not on this planet.” Aaron and I end up having this conversation. He’s clearly on the side that women should be treated equally, society should have standards, and women shouldn’t be allowed to be an exception. The other guys seem to be of that opinion.
I feel that chivalry isn’t dead. Unless it’s a crazy emergency, I don’t really care waiting a minute for a lady. As much as I like the idea of equality and blurring lines of separating people into groups, I still think chivalry can exist. It’s how I want to treat the women in my life, friends, family, or significant others, so why not be an example of that and just treat women in general fairly. A man needs a code.
April 15, 2012
It’s a beautiful day and I want to go to Williamsburg, but I end up giving up on that plan. Usually with these plans, I have something “to do” other than eating somewhere, but I didn’t really have this with Williamsburg. Maybe I can go on the bridge, but I just stay home. I go to Macy’s and try to look for some clothes because I need some nicer stuff for law school. I actually really need to buy a suit and be a man. Great thing that nothing fits so I walk away empty handed.
April 20, 2012
It’s a week or two before things go crazy so it’s good time for me to figure something fun, but also get ahead on work so studying won’t be so crazy. I almost plan on staying in for the night, but Bolanos gets away from his work and I pick up Kenny and him to go to BHT.
We stay there for a while, but I drove so only grab two beers. I get to sleep by 2:30, despite mad procrastination. I plan tomorrow to meet Vanessa in Brooklyn.
April 21, 2012
I wake up at 10:00 and it’s sick feeling active in an un-hungover sense. I could drive into Williamsburg, but I decide not to. I have time, I have a Yelp event, I don’t want to deal with parking, done.
I catch a bus to Flushing, then a subway to Court Sq. The G train is messed up, so there’s a bus downtown. It’s crazy how close the Long Island City is to North Williamsburg. We go to Smorgasburg, which is one of the best things ever. It’s in East Side Park, right by the water.
There are new, probably expensive, as hell apartments. The people are rich mofos considering they get their groceries delivered and get to throw it onto a luggage cart instead of carrying it to and from the store like normal people.
It’s such an incredible view of the city for a gorgeous day. It’s the 70s. Warm with a nice breeze from the water. It won’t be this nice in a few weeks.
I meet with my friend Vanessa, who just came back from England and Paris. She got me a Mind the Gap keychain, so how very nice and cool of her. Something about that phrase is so cool.
We start off with oysters, the Saint Simon Canadian one is the best. We share a half done, one each of the three different kinds. I’ve been itching to do $1 Happy Hour oysters, so this is a great move.
We walk all over the place and I wish I could try everything. We literally spend 30 minutes just checking out things without getting anything, just tasting samples and soaking it all in until actually getting something. I get a fried fish sandwich, so good. There’s also a crazy line for brisket and lamb with two guys with a smoker. The line is literally the longest line there by far and it’s quite obvious that apparently that’s the place to go. Boy it did not disappoint, crazy you can get a small sandwich of that quality stuff for $5. We sit on the grass for it, it’ll be a perfect place for a picnic.
I get a delicious apple and ginger soda, which would be a horrible idea if mixed with bourbon, you’d get so shitfaced. We then walk to the L train and we walk past all of Williamsburg. I forget why I’ve been to Public Assembly and still can’t think why I have, even after looking through the blog. We then walk over to the Yelp event, which is at a new place that celebrity chef David Burke opened up.
We came an hour late and only an hour left, however, I grab as many cocktails as I can. It’s a swanky outdoor cocktail area that is attached to a nice hotel in TriBeCa. They get celebrity bartenders to make drinks and it’s basically an free open bar.
Holy shit, nice ingredients, nice venue, beautiful weather, free drinks, great bartenders, loads of people, it’s so amazing. And freaking David Burke is actually there schmoozing around with people. I’m too shy to ask for a picture with him, then again, I haven’t tried any of his food, so I don’t have much to stay to him. However, the little bites of his food served are quite good.
The place is closing down and Vanessa is crazy and pulls a bottle of the rum into her bag. That is some skeevy move that I completely support. I haven’t pulled anything like that before in my prime days. I even take a shot because the bartenders need to get rid of the liquor that they’re given to make the drinks. I eventually split from Vanessa because she’s going to NJ. I tell Scott that we should meet up, I contact loads of people, but no one is really around.
I walk over to Grandaisy Bakery because that is amazing stuff, a butternut squash pizza with sage. Seriously? So good. I walk over the Washington Square Park and there’s a few young guys playing jazz. A trumpet, sax, drum, and bass. It’s so amazing. I record a few videos of it. It’s a beautiful day and beautiful music. People are enjoying it and I’m just a pig in shit. I’m drunk as hell now because I grabbed as many drinks as I could while I was there. I imagine I had at least 8-9 drinks and that’s a crazy amount for me these days.
I meet with Scott and we go to Down the Hatch, or whatever West Village bar is from the same people of Jake’s Dilemma. Other bars didn’t have Happy Hour this late since the event ended at 5 and I met Scott at 6-7:00. However, this bar has Happy Hour until 9, $3 shots and $1 beers. Good thing I can barely drink because I would’ve ordered so many freaking beers and shots with that value. After a couple drinks, we meet Nikki at the Magician in the LES.
Freaking hell, so many girls. I wish I was more sober or something because I wasn’t conversing with these girls and there were so many. It was literally like 6-7 girls and Scott and I and two others dudes. Hanging out with the usual group, we’re lucky to have one female hang out with 5-6 of us guys. I don’t know, it’s still just an amazing time. I’m too freaking happy. I had one of the best days I can recently remember, great food, great views, great drinks, great weather, just a great day. Beautiful New York.
And now, I’m drunk and hanging out with my boy Scott and Nikki and some other people. Just love it. Soctt and I realize we didn’t get food other than a hot dog after Down the Hatch, so we get pizza. Despite eating a lot earlier, I haven’t eaten dinner. I get the best pizza slice I’ve had in New York and then we join back with the group.
We go somewhere else and it’s a fucking walk. I didn’t realize. I told them not to take a cab, but they told me the wrong address. We all the way from the LES to basically Greenwich, between W Houston and Bleecker. It turns out to be this Hispanic place. There’s a live band playing salsa. The bathroom is the weirdest situtiaton because it’s in the basement, but down a 50 foot hallway. It’s just crazy how long the way is to the bathroom. I’d imagine people getting freaked out or lost. At the bathroom, there’s the obligatory guy that gives you a napkin and sometimes gets tipped. I thank him with a “Muchas gracias Senor.” He gives me a “De nada.” Great feeling. Not only do I get to use my Spanish, but I get a gentle reply. The Spanish I’ve dealt with recently is just pure racism. I hear all this “Chino” this or that all the time when I’m at stores or restaurants with workers. Hey man, the fuck!
I get some dancing down because I’m a dancing boss like that. We end up deciding to leave and pick up our stuff from the real sweet girl gives us back our stuff. Nikki had a suitcase because she was working at Whole Foods and I have a backpack with some law school work, an umbrella and whatnot. She offers us freaking sombreros! How sick!! Real fucking sombreros!
We walk outside and realize, WHAT THE FUCK. It’s a torrential hurricane rain. It’s only 11:30 and it looks like the night is dead. Damn that sucks.
I end up taking the subway up with them, they go home, I go to the LIRR. I obviously look sick in my hat. Had a sweet day though. Love it.
April 25, 2012
“Well I hope you as a future lawyer hold by the ideals of legal formalism. It would just be as fair for two hoodlums to beat you or I for helping a person who has fallen on the street. Unless you think bicycle messengers should be allotted powers of judgment, sentencing, and punishment, this man was innocent and had a Constitutional right to stand before a judge for a trial. Unfortunately, these deviants ignored the fundamental values this country was built upon.
We do not live in a land where punishment is dealt with by "street justice," vigilantism, and mob mentality. This is a society of laws and justice. Justitia omnibus.”
Something I wrote replying to Tork’s post. It was a video of some bike messengers beating on someone who tried to steal a bike.
Sunday, 25 March 2012
March
March 13, 2012
I decide today to go Elmhurst, where I lived until I was 9. I drive over the Queens Center and check out some stores, especially looking for green because St. Paddy’s is coming up. I eventually go to JC Penny and Macy’s and check out their “young adults” or boys section. It actually goes up to 20 years old so it’s not that weird for me. Come to think of it, some of my favorite shirts are actually from that section in Macy’s that I went to years ago.
Both stores turn out really well. It’s so hard shopping for my size and these sections are both cheap and some (not all, the lengths and builds can be a bit weird) are really amazing fits. Even just simple stuff like V neck tees and polos. Anyway, works out.
I then take a walk, leaving my car at the mall lot. It’s amazing seeing my neighborhood after not being there for almost 15 years. Lots of it I recognize, though some has changed. Loads of memories being brought back. I find this Malaysian place and get a milk based cold drink, great for this warm day. I then walk over to the other side of Elmhurst and then go to this Venezuelan place for a pacano, this really cool sandwich thing. After that, I take end my day and take drive back home.
When I get back, I turn on the Bowery Poetry Club’s stream online. I wanted to do that today and hang around the city, but it was a bit of a trek and I did not feel like going alone. I mentioned it a while ago, but this is the exact reason I should find a woman with similar interests as I. Either way, some of the poems were absolutely breath taking. I just sat with it there on full screen, open ears, open eyes, open heart.
March 14, 2012
Part Deux of New York trips. If I’m not going anywhere and being ambitious with my Spring Break, then I need to check out areas in New York. I even splurge and save loads of money. It’s also a convenient “vacation.”
I wake up early in the morning and get into Brooklyn, Park Slope. I first to go Bark Hot Dogs. The lady serving my hot dog spills my beer a little bit while I’m at the table and she offers me a refill. Before I’m done with my dog, she gives me an entire full beer. After two beer and a small lunch (just their small dog), I’m walking around Brooklyn buzzed on a hot “summer” day and boy is Park Slope gorgeous. I check out the Armory and then get the best Jamaican patty of my life, a fantastic food by the way.
I then go to the Brooklyn museum. Not a huge museum, but still expansive. A great museum. I then plan with Stefan to meet up in the East Village for happy hour. We go to Ten Degrees, a wine bar, for some cocktails. They’re good cocktails and their half price for happy hour. I haven’t eaten much all day and after the first one, we both start feeling it pretty hard. We grab another one and then move out. Stefan updates me a bit on his future and job prospects. Wish the best for him that he gets the job he wants that he’s applied to.
I meet Sam with her friends Bailey and Jules. We to go ‘inoteca and then get dessert at Labratorio del Gelato. We then go to the newish UCB in the East Village. There’s a trio of three improv women, but I have to cut it short because Bolanos is meeting me in the city for a second dinner.
It’s not exactly my cup of tea the improv. I prefer my comedy written and scripted, but I do appreciate the spontaneity and the ability for improve. It is definitely something I would have a hard time doing. Bolanos and I check out the new East Village L’Asso and then we go to Keybar because it’s still before 10:00 and they have their awesome late happy hour. Two in one night, biotch.
Both Sam and Erdem show up and we just shoot some shit and hang out. A long day, but an amazing day. I ate like a king, drank all day, but most importantly got to see beautiful Brooklyn and had a fun afternoon and night with friends.
March 15, 2012
Luna is on her way to stay for the weekend and to hang for St. Paddy’s. My friend from Australia, Emily, is also in New York. I plan to meet Luna and Emily at Chelsea Market. I was planning to hit up loads of Chelsea galleries, but I unfortunately get itno the city a bit late into the afternoon. We all grab some Thai in Chelsea Market along with Emily’s friends that are also visiting the city. We then grab a tangy sourdough from Amy’s Bread (sooo good) and then head to the supermarket on the way back for some dinner ingredients. We make some great broccoli cheese soup and make a bread bowl out of the sour dough. An easy and delicious soup.
March 16, 2012
We head into Flushing for some hand pulled noodles, good stuff. We then pick up ingredients for the family meal we’re making tonight. We made it Irish themed for tomorrow. Corned beef, cabbage and carrots, Irish soda bread, cheesy potatoes, broccoli cheese soup (made some more with yesterday’s stuff). Jenn, Candace, Kim, and Bolanos show up. It’s great having everyone over for dinner.
Erdem fell asleep and couldn’t make it. Candace has plans to go to the city for karaoke and we head out. Jenn doesn’t come and I forget that Kim was still only 20. It’s great to see her again while she’s here.
Candace drives us into the city and we have a few drinks. Aaron, Eric F, and his friend Stew show up. It’s awesome seeing Eric and catch up with how he’s doing in Michigan Law. I end up doing a Queen song with Luna and then I drive Candace’s car back because I’m the most sober of the bunch.
March 17, 2012
We end up not being able to make the parade as we planned. We end up taking it slow about getting ready and have a few drinks before getting into the city by 6:00. Luna and I are obviously decked out. I have a green shirt and a flashy green pin. She’s got a green wig and also a flashy green necklace.
We wanted to go to McSorley’s, but that line was long as hell. We end up going to 13 Step, but that’s a crowded bar because it’s part of a pub crawl. I end up meeting Eric, Stew, and a new friend Rob, really cool guys. We go to Coal Yard and grab some Irish Car Bombs. We then get a pie of pizza at South Brooklyn. The best slice in the city.
We then head to Sophie’s and meet with Scott and his roommate Nikki. There’s been someone trolling his AIM and phone as him and sending me weird texts/IMs. I thought it was some idiot roommate dude that was too childish, but it turns out that it was her. She’s just a really good troll. She’s just a blast to have out. I hope she comes out more.
I find out that Tom has been dong really well at work. I’m glad for him. He was in Boston for the weekend and came down and caught St. Paddy’s.
Aaron, Bolanos, Tom and Stefan show up. It’s a huge gang of us, it’s just a really great time. We eventually go to Company, old times. People eventually decide to split. Luna and I take the 1:19 train. We’ve been out for a while. Turns out that Tom and Bolanos missed the train barely so they’re on our train because they were planning to take the 12:19.
March 23, 2012
After class, I take a quick nap and then by 5:00, I head into the city to meet up with my friend Emily at MOMA. She ends up backing out, which is fine because I’ll just make plans later and go to the Whitney Museum myself. It’s also free on Fridays and I’ve been wanting to go forever. It turns out to be a “Biennial” or something and the exhibits aren’t the paintings they usually have. There’s some performance art stuff, a lot of more modern abstract works, I’m out of there in under an hour. It’s actually a pretty small museum in the first place.
I then go downtown and shmooze around with Emily while she waits to get a tattoo. Aaron is supposed to meet up, but he backs out. It turns out that Sam is randomly in the area and texts me. What a coincidence, we meet up and then meet up with Erdem and Miah who came into the city to get dinner. We wanted to go a new Philipino place, well at least I pushed for it, but it’s crowded. We go next door to L’Asso and having not eaten all day, I stuff my face with loads of pizza. We go across the street and grab a couple drinks.
It really feels great for it to be the weekend and have friends out. Evan comes with his friend and Tom meets up too. However, Bolanos had to pick up his parents from the airport and doesn’t want to drive into the city so decides he wants to go to Astoria. Hasan agrees so now we have to pull out of the city. At the bar, I randomly walk by these two women speaking French and damn I melted. I was about to pass out. Something about attractive women and the beautiful French language just got me weak at the knees.
Either way, it’s crazy being in the city. When I was on the subway, in the Upper East Side, and around in the museum, I fell in love at least 5 times. I’m on this blonde phase and let me tell you, my heart can’t take it. I guess you live in a pond when it’s just law school and Great Neck. Being in the city, you realize what’s out there and it’s a lot to take in.
We split up with Sam and Tom, Evan, Miah, and I jump into Hasan’s car to head to Astoria. We go to Studio Square, which is finally opened up and perfect for our warm weather. Evan is passing the hell out. Hasan and him leave. With the rest of us, I take this recording of this ridiculous conversation start. I’m not trying to be serious, but it’s better then whatever dumb arguments we usually get into so it’s great to keep the conversation jovial. For some reason, a discussion about autism arises and I ask if there could be an austic woman that is fantastic at sex. A person who is socially inept, but they have a beyond human ability in the bed. They’re trying to explain to me that doesn’t exist, but I’m just considering this sweet idea. Bolanos doesn’t like any part of this and grunts and suggests that there should be a net wrapped around me and I should be taken away like an animal. What can I say…
March 23, 2012
At night, I’m not sure about plans until Evan says he’s driving into the city with Bolanos. I join along and then I find out that it’s an 80s party and I don’t even know. It’s cool, but I would’ve liked trying deck out in 80s stuff. We get there and it’s a very small place downstairs. The music is pretty good, a decent amount of people, but we end up splitting pretty quickly.
We stand around Sophie’s for a while and then Stefa and Sara come. We leave immediately though only after a short Hello.
I decide today to go Elmhurst, where I lived until I was 9. I drive over the Queens Center and check out some stores, especially looking for green because St. Paddy’s is coming up. I eventually go to JC Penny and Macy’s and check out their “young adults” or boys section. It actually goes up to 20 years old so it’s not that weird for me. Come to think of it, some of my favorite shirts are actually from that section in Macy’s that I went to years ago.
Both stores turn out really well. It’s so hard shopping for my size and these sections are both cheap and some (not all, the lengths and builds can be a bit weird) are really amazing fits. Even just simple stuff like V neck tees and polos. Anyway, works out.
I then take a walk, leaving my car at the mall lot. It’s amazing seeing my neighborhood after not being there for almost 15 years. Lots of it I recognize, though some has changed. Loads of memories being brought back. I find this Malaysian place and get a milk based cold drink, great for this warm day. I then walk over to the other side of Elmhurst and then go to this Venezuelan place for a pacano, this really cool sandwich thing. After that, I take end my day and take drive back home.
When I get back, I turn on the Bowery Poetry Club’s stream online. I wanted to do that today and hang around the city, but it was a bit of a trek and I did not feel like going alone. I mentioned it a while ago, but this is the exact reason I should find a woman with similar interests as I. Either way, some of the poems were absolutely breath taking. I just sat with it there on full screen, open ears, open eyes, open heart.
March 14, 2012
Part Deux of New York trips. If I’m not going anywhere and being ambitious with my Spring Break, then I need to check out areas in New York. I even splurge and save loads of money. It’s also a convenient “vacation.”
I wake up early in the morning and get into Brooklyn, Park Slope. I first to go Bark Hot Dogs. The lady serving my hot dog spills my beer a little bit while I’m at the table and she offers me a refill. Before I’m done with my dog, she gives me an entire full beer. After two beer and a small lunch (just their small dog), I’m walking around Brooklyn buzzed on a hot “summer” day and boy is Park Slope gorgeous. I check out the Armory and then get the best Jamaican patty of my life, a fantastic food by the way.
I then go to the Brooklyn museum. Not a huge museum, but still expansive. A great museum. I then plan with Stefan to meet up in the East Village for happy hour. We go to Ten Degrees, a wine bar, for some cocktails. They’re good cocktails and their half price for happy hour. I haven’t eaten much all day and after the first one, we both start feeling it pretty hard. We grab another one and then move out. Stefan updates me a bit on his future and job prospects. Wish the best for him that he gets the job he wants that he’s applied to.
I meet Sam with her friends Bailey and Jules. We to go ‘inoteca and then get dessert at Labratorio del Gelato. We then go to the newish UCB in the East Village. There’s a trio of three improv women, but I have to cut it short because Bolanos is meeting me in the city for a second dinner.
It’s not exactly my cup of tea the improv. I prefer my comedy written and scripted, but I do appreciate the spontaneity and the ability for improve. It is definitely something I would have a hard time doing. Bolanos and I check out the new East Village L’Asso and then we go to Keybar because it’s still before 10:00 and they have their awesome late happy hour. Two in one night, biotch.
Both Sam and Erdem show up and we just shoot some shit and hang out. A long day, but an amazing day. I ate like a king, drank all day, but most importantly got to see beautiful Brooklyn and had a fun afternoon and night with friends.
March 15, 2012
Luna is on her way to stay for the weekend and to hang for St. Paddy’s. My friend from Australia, Emily, is also in New York. I plan to meet Luna and Emily at Chelsea Market. I was planning to hit up loads of Chelsea galleries, but I unfortunately get itno the city a bit late into the afternoon. We all grab some Thai in Chelsea Market along with Emily’s friends that are also visiting the city. We then grab a tangy sourdough from Amy’s Bread (sooo good) and then head to the supermarket on the way back for some dinner ingredients. We make some great broccoli cheese soup and make a bread bowl out of the sour dough. An easy and delicious soup.
March 16, 2012
We head into Flushing for some hand pulled noodles, good stuff. We then pick up ingredients for the family meal we’re making tonight. We made it Irish themed for tomorrow. Corned beef, cabbage and carrots, Irish soda bread, cheesy potatoes, broccoli cheese soup (made some more with yesterday’s stuff). Jenn, Candace, Kim, and Bolanos show up. It’s great having everyone over for dinner.
Erdem fell asleep and couldn’t make it. Candace has plans to go to the city for karaoke and we head out. Jenn doesn’t come and I forget that Kim was still only 20. It’s great to see her again while she’s here.
Candace drives us into the city and we have a few drinks. Aaron, Eric F, and his friend Stew show up. It’s awesome seeing Eric and catch up with how he’s doing in Michigan Law. I end up doing a Queen song with Luna and then I drive Candace’s car back because I’m the most sober of the bunch.
March 17, 2012
We end up not being able to make the parade as we planned. We end up taking it slow about getting ready and have a few drinks before getting into the city by 6:00. Luna and I are obviously decked out. I have a green shirt and a flashy green pin. She’s got a green wig and also a flashy green necklace.
We wanted to go to McSorley’s, but that line was long as hell. We end up going to 13 Step, but that’s a crowded bar because it’s part of a pub crawl. I end up meeting Eric, Stew, and a new friend Rob, really cool guys. We go to Coal Yard and grab some Irish Car Bombs. We then get a pie of pizza at South Brooklyn. The best slice in the city.
We then head to Sophie’s and meet with Scott and his roommate Nikki. There’s been someone trolling his AIM and phone as him and sending me weird texts/IMs. I thought it was some idiot roommate dude that was too childish, but it turns out that it was her. She’s just a really good troll. She’s just a blast to have out. I hope she comes out more.
I find out that Tom has been dong really well at work. I’m glad for him. He was in Boston for the weekend and came down and caught St. Paddy’s.
Aaron, Bolanos, Tom and Stefan show up. It’s a huge gang of us, it’s just a really great time. We eventually go to Company, old times. People eventually decide to split. Luna and I take the 1:19 train. We’ve been out for a while. Turns out that Tom and Bolanos missed the train barely so they’re on our train because they were planning to take the 12:19.
March 23, 2012
After class, I take a quick nap and then by 5:00, I head into the city to meet up with my friend Emily at MOMA. She ends up backing out, which is fine because I’ll just make plans later and go to the Whitney Museum myself. It’s also free on Fridays and I’ve been wanting to go forever. It turns out to be a “Biennial” or something and the exhibits aren’t the paintings they usually have. There’s some performance art stuff, a lot of more modern abstract works, I’m out of there in under an hour. It’s actually a pretty small museum in the first place.
I then go downtown and shmooze around with Emily while she waits to get a tattoo. Aaron is supposed to meet up, but he backs out. It turns out that Sam is randomly in the area and texts me. What a coincidence, we meet up and then meet up with Erdem and Miah who came into the city to get dinner. We wanted to go a new Philipino place, well at least I pushed for it, but it’s crowded. We go next door to L’Asso and having not eaten all day, I stuff my face with loads of pizza. We go across the street and grab a couple drinks.
It really feels great for it to be the weekend and have friends out. Evan comes with his friend and Tom meets up too. However, Bolanos had to pick up his parents from the airport and doesn’t want to drive into the city so decides he wants to go to Astoria. Hasan agrees so now we have to pull out of the city. At the bar, I randomly walk by these two women speaking French and damn I melted. I was about to pass out. Something about attractive women and the beautiful French language just got me weak at the knees.
Either way, it’s crazy being in the city. When I was on the subway, in the Upper East Side, and around in the museum, I fell in love at least 5 times. I’m on this blonde phase and let me tell you, my heart can’t take it. I guess you live in a pond when it’s just law school and Great Neck. Being in the city, you realize what’s out there and it’s a lot to take in.
We split up with Sam and Tom, Evan, Miah, and I jump into Hasan’s car to head to Astoria. We go to Studio Square, which is finally opened up and perfect for our warm weather. Evan is passing the hell out. Hasan and him leave. With the rest of us, I take this recording of this ridiculous conversation start. I’m not trying to be serious, but it’s better then whatever dumb arguments we usually get into so it’s great to keep the conversation jovial. For some reason, a discussion about autism arises and I ask if there could be an austic woman that is fantastic at sex. A person who is socially inept, but they have a beyond human ability in the bed. They’re trying to explain to me that doesn’t exist, but I’m just considering this sweet idea. Bolanos doesn’t like any part of this and grunts and suggests that there should be a net wrapped around me and I should be taken away like an animal. What can I say…
March 23, 2012
At night, I’m not sure about plans until Evan says he’s driving into the city with Bolanos. I join along and then I find out that it’s an 80s party and I don’t even know. It’s cool, but I would’ve liked trying deck out in 80s stuff. We get there and it’s a very small place downstairs. The music is pretty good, a decent amount of people, but we end up splitting pretty quickly.
We stand around Sophie’s for a while and then Stefa and Sara come. We leave immediately though only after a short Hello.
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Febs
February 17, 2012
It’s Stefan’s night off and I want to stay in this weekend to do work so I make today my night out. Aaron is doing work for school. I meet up with Scott and Stefan and Sarah at Sophie’s. I say Hi to Jen the bartender. Shauna’s not working tonight. I order a beer and Jen just taps the bar when I try to pay. I eventually slunk away because she’s getting other drinks after leaving a decent tip. Well I guess I learn something every day. A knock on the bar means a buy back.
Scott doesn’t have too much to say about Israel, but Stefan is convinced that he fucked all these girls and he’s just shouting it over and over. Scott’s honest though and keeps insisting that he didn’t. Plans are weird about meeting up with Candace, but Josh doesn’t end up making it. Tom meets us when we take a cab to Cornerstone Tavern uptown. Candace is there for karaoke. Stefan and Sarah leave pretty quickly.
It’s a pretty cool place, no one is upstairs really to sing karaoke. Enough people singing so that it’s not empty. Not so many so that you could get your songs in. I sing Love by Nat King Cole, a song that’s been stuck in my head all week. They also have a Yuengling liter glass of beer for $10. That’s a fucking ridiculous deal, especially when a pint or regular beer is $6.
It’s strange when we suddenly realize that we’re at America’s Got Talent. There’s this version of Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow’s Picture. The guy has a real serious deep country voice, professional level. He’s a way better singer than Kid Rock and I’m just blown away. The girl is also really good too. Then there’s also this another guy with another amazing voice. Bolanos and I are just confused as fuck. Why are the people so good here? Then there’s some drunk as people singing after that and we realize we actually live in the real world. Bolanos and I then do You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC. A real man’s song.
We then leave and I’m waiting outside for a cig while they run inside. I know that we got there fast and that it’ll be at least 30 minutes. I go get Taco Bell and then I see them under the sign and run towards the train. Bolanos splits from Tom and I. He texts me that he found a seat. I just could imagine how happy he was about that. “Yo sick, I found us a three seater.” Tom and I quickly realize that we’re on the wrong train, to Ronkonkama. I guess I should’ve thought about that, but I hear drinking messes with your thinking. Fuckin’ idiot Bolanos. It’s only 3:00. The train is at 3:19. We should’ve just waited, instead, we jumped on some random train going the way around direction. When Tom and I have this conversation, Bolanos texts me, “Man, this night is going to suck.” It’s hilarious seeing those two texts up against each other. The quick excitement of having a seat and then realizing that we have a real long night ahead of us.
We get off at Jamaica, which is an amazing station because it’s for JFK. More of New York should look like that station. Our shit is ugly. It feels like Europe, modern.
We eventually give up on the idea of taking the train back to Woodside. We just jump in a cab. It costs me $14 because we’re splitting it 3 ways. I guess it’s worth it considering I get home at 4:00 and I would’ve gotten home at 6:00 if we had done it the other way.
I end up staying up until 8:30AM chatting with Ela, who is sick as a dog. I was quite exhausted during it, but we’re just talking shit.
February 20, 2012
Alex is once and a while posting dumb things. He randomly posts a status update of someone from high school. I don’t even know why they are Facebook friends in the first place considering the animosity that Alex holds towards this guy. This is what I have to say about it.
“No, I won't. And I find it unfortunate that your life is so sad, miserable, and boring that you think you should have any opinion on a total stranger having a baby. Your attachment to an institution you began attending a decade ago is nonsense. Maybe I don't know the full story, but this is an individual who I presume you never even sat down to have a conversation with 10 years ago, let alone recently. If this is your idea of gossip, it is childish and down right despicable.
All I have to say about it is, Mazel Tov. I hope this person enjoys bringing a new life to this world and I send blessings for the arduous journey of rearing a child.”
“Jeremiah, I'm glad you can make judgments about someone you haven't even dealt with for over 5 years (or even at all in school). If that's your perception on humanity that people can't change in that amount of time, then so be it, but you must have a horrible bleak view of human beings.
Alex, all I hear is these stories about people being "twats" or something to you. Sorry to alert you, but we were nobodies in our school. I highly doubt that people treated you that differently than they did me. I have no recollection of these horror stories you have. We're lucky we didn't go to a school where people were bullied.
Pick up the little scraps of your dignity and stand up. Don't be an insect needs to bolster his own ego by making fun of the birth of a child. That is all I ask.”
“Jeremiah, I'm glad you can make judgments about someone you haven't even dealt with for over 5 years (or even at all in school). If that's your perception on humanity that people can't change in that amount of time, then so be it, but you must have a horrible bleak view of human beings.
Alex, all I hear is these stories about people being "twats" or something to you. Sorry to alert you, but we were nobodies in our school. I highly doubt that people treated you that differently than they did me. I have no recollection of these horror stories you have. We're lucky we didn't go to a school where people were bullied.
Pick up the little scraps of your dignity and stand up. Don't be an insect needs to bolster his own ego by making fun of the birth of a child. That is all I ask.”
“It's horribly pointless. I'm confused to why you have nothing to better to do. However, my biggest issue is how you are able to decide who is fit or unfit to have a child.
I'm not being pretentious here. I'm trying to be respectful. You're the pretentious one thinking you have the authority to decide this matter. I'm sure at the age of 23, he has better things to do than badger people for giving birth to a child. So you tell me, who really is the unfit parent here?”
Jon eventually joins my point. He agrees, it’s absolutely pointless. Why care about someone who might as well he an absolute stranger to you and judge their life decisions?
February 28, 2012
I’m in class and the professor asks why another student’s answer is better. The student answers, “Uh… Well it’s basically the same thing.” The balls on this guy…
If there’s someone that’s going to turn out to be a douchebag, lawyer, it’s going to be this kid. I could imagine that he would be in court and he would sass the judge, despite the fact that he might have been wrong.
It’s Stefan’s night off and I want to stay in this weekend to do work so I make today my night out. Aaron is doing work for school. I meet up with Scott and Stefan and Sarah at Sophie’s. I say Hi to Jen the bartender. Shauna’s not working tonight. I order a beer and Jen just taps the bar when I try to pay. I eventually slunk away because she’s getting other drinks after leaving a decent tip. Well I guess I learn something every day. A knock on the bar means a buy back.
Scott doesn’t have too much to say about Israel, but Stefan is convinced that he fucked all these girls and he’s just shouting it over and over. Scott’s honest though and keeps insisting that he didn’t. Plans are weird about meeting up with Candace, but Josh doesn’t end up making it. Tom meets us when we take a cab to Cornerstone Tavern uptown. Candace is there for karaoke. Stefan and Sarah leave pretty quickly.
It’s a pretty cool place, no one is upstairs really to sing karaoke. Enough people singing so that it’s not empty. Not so many so that you could get your songs in. I sing Love by Nat King Cole, a song that’s been stuck in my head all week. They also have a Yuengling liter glass of beer for $10. That’s a fucking ridiculous deal, especially when a pint or regular beer is $6.
It’s strange when we suddenly realize that we’re at America’s Got Talent. There’s this version of Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow’s Picture. The guy has a real serious deep country voice, professional level. He’s a way better singer than Kid Rock and I’m just blown away. The girl is also really good too. Then there’s also this another guy with another amazing voice. Bolanos and I are just confused as fuck. Why are the people so good here? Then there’s some drunk as people singing after that and we realize we actually live in the real world. Bolanos and I then do You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC. A real man’s song.
We then leave and I’m waiting outside for a cig while they run inside. I know that we got there fast and that it’ll be at least 30 minutes. I go get Taco Bell and then I see them under the sign and run towards the train. Bolanos splits from Tom and I. He texts me that he found a seat. I just could imagine how happy he was about that. “Yo sick, I found us a three seater.” Tom and I quickly realize that we’re on the wrong train, to Ronkonkama. I guess I should’ve thought about that, but I hear drinking messes with your thinking. Fuckin’ idiot Bolanos. It’s only 3:00. The train is at 3:19. We should’ve just waited, instead, we jumped on some random train going the way around direction. When Tom and I have this conversation, Bolanos texts me, “Man, this night is going to suck.” It’s hilarious seeing those two texts up against each other. The quick excitement of having a seat and then realizing that we have a real long night ahead of us.
We get off at Jamaica, which is an amazing station because it’s for JFK. More of New York should look like that station. Our shit is ugly. It feels like Europe, modern.
We eventually give up on the idea of taking the train back to Woodside. We just jump in a cab. It costs me $14 because we’re splitting it 3 ways. I guess it’s worth it considering I get home at 4:00 and I would’ve gotten home at 6:00 if we had done it the other way.
I end up staying up until 8:30AM chatting with Ela, who is sick as a dog. I was quite exhausted during it, but we’re just talking shit.
February 20, 2012
Alex is once and a while posting dumb things. He randomly posts a status update of someone from high school. I don’t even know why they are Facebook friends in the first place considering the animosity that Alex holds towards this guy. This is what I have to say about it.
“No, I won't. And I find it unfortunate that your life is so sad, miserable, and boring that you think you should have any opinion on a total stranger having a baby. Your attachment to an institution you began attending a decade ago is nonsense. Maybe I don't know the full story, but this is an individual who I presume you never even sat down to have a conversation with 10 years ago, let alone recently. If this is your idea of gossip, it is childish and down right despicable.
All I have to say about it is, Mazel Tov. I hope this person enjoys bringing a new life to this world and I send blessings for the arduous journey of rearing a child.”
“Jeremiah, I'm glad you can make judgments about someone you haven't even dealt with for over 5 years (or even at all in school). If that's your perception on humanity that people can't change in that amount of time, then so be it, but you must have a horrible bleak view of human beings.
Alex, all I hear is these stories about people being "twats" or something to you. Sorry to alert you, but we were nobodies in our school. I highly doubt that people treated you that differently than they did me. I have no recollection of these horror stories you have. We're lucky we didn't go to a school where people were bullied.
Pick up the little scraps of your dignity and stand up. Don't be an insect needs to bolster his own ego by making fun of the birth of a child. That is all I ask.”
“Jeremiah, I'm glad you can make judgments about someone you haven't even dealt with for over 5 years (or even at all in school). If that's your perception on humanity that people can't change in that amount of time, then so be it, but you must have a horrible bleak view of human beings.
Alex, all I hear is these stories about people being "twats" or something to you. Sorry to alert you, but we were nobodies in our school. I highly doubt that people treated you that differently than they did me. I have no recollection of these horror stories you have. We're lucky we didn't go to a school where people were bullied.
Pick up the little scraps of your dignity and stand up. Don't be an insect needs to bolster his own ego by making fun of the birth of a child. That is all I ask.”
“It's horribly pointless. I'm confused to why you have nothing to better to do. However, my biggest issue is how you are able to decide who is fit or unfit to have a child.
I'm not being pretentious here. I'm trying to be respectful. You're the pretentious one thinking you have the authority to decide this matter. I'm sure at the age of 23, he has better things to do than badger people for giving birth to a child. So you tell me, who really is the unfit parent here?”
Jon eventually joins my point. He agrees, it’s absolutely pointless. Why care about someone who might as well he an absolute stranger to you and judge their life decisions?
February 28, 2012
I’m in class and the professor asks why another student’s answer is better. The student answers, “Uh… Well it’s basically the same thing.” The balls on this guy…
If there’s someone that’s going to turn out to be a douchebag, lawyer, it’s going to be this kid. I could imagine that he would be in court and he would sass the judge, despite the fact that he might have been wrong.
Sunday, 12 February 2012
February
February 3, 2012
After an amazing burger at Juliebelle’s with Kenny and Bolanos, we head to BHT. I wanted to make bigger plans tonight, but that doesn’t end up happening. I’ve been a sober Sal for the past few weeks, so it’s good having a few beers.
February 4, 2012
Some thinking I was doing:
The mirror of time reflects our past for only a better future.
For we are darkness in an empty room without memories.
After much contact and planning with people, I eventually get a ride with Avi and his girlfriend Maya into the city. He's been doing well being a ski instructor up in Vermont. Maya is also very nice and cool. My brothers seem to be doing well, getting hooked up and all. Stefan has apparently made it uh-fish with Sara. Very happy for those two love birds. Or a more a dove and a jokey Toucan Stefan.
We meet up with Aaron, Brandon, Bolanos, and Samara and her friends at this club in Hell's Kitchen.
I always dress up, but the shoes are no good. I'm sure I could've gotten last their shoe dress code, but the other guys are more obvious with their sneakers. We decide to go to Landmark Tavern a block away and then to Pony Bar. Samara goes in with her friends and Bolanos ain't happy about it.
On the way, there's this 220 pound girl in just a white tshirt in this cold winter weather. She's drunk as fuck and bumps into me. She tries to cause ruckus and I just walk. Bolanos on the other hand replies to be threats of a fight, "You want some!?" If I was Bolanos I would reply, "Yeah, lay down and spread your leg. Lets do this sweetheart."
He avoids a fight, but this is a Zoo of a woman. Aaron and Bolanos think that it could be racist. No, it doesn't matter that she was Hispanic. It was more the fact that she was belligerent and a mess. It was like the Bronx Zoo. She was a freaking zoo creature. Put that shit behind a cage.
At Tavern, Bolanos is pretty out of it. He's just nonchalantly pouring beer all over himself as he stands. I've never seen a man standing up straight with a glass straight up and somehow slowly pour beer all over his jeans and shoes. Avi and Maya split.
TA, Bolanos, Atron, and I are left at Pony Bar. We go to the Halal cart for a bite and Bolanos in his stupor drops part of his gyro all over Aaron. We joke he might as well thrown up on him. It’s all over his jacket and sleeve. Fucking mess.
Before we leave, we end up sitting at this table with two girls. They’re a little bit older than us, 25-26 and work in the city doing ad agency stuff. Very interesting stuff. Bolanos is still a grouchy face and sits there not interested in engaging in conversation at all. We end up heading to the train.
So this girl is weeping like crazy on the train. I feel bad for her, she has make up running down her face. She's on the phone and I can tell from her call that it's serious business. She's angry as fuck. She apparently has been fucking this dude for months and was told at the club that he has a girlfriend. He pushed her away from him and didn't want to deal with it no more. This phone call his her backlash.
The sound track during this is this guy constantly repeating, "Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch." She is now balling out even worse. Her friends are around her and she's leaning against the window with her face against the glass, crying and shouting depressing emotional lines. " Why are you telling me you love this girl?! We're not done! We're not done!"
After her phone call, she just leans on her friend and balls crazy. She is hyperventilating and I can't tell if she's going to throw up or pass out. And hell, this is a very pretty girl in a tight black dress and big green eyes. Shes actually still in high school. She's half Thai and half Jewish. Fuck, hook me up with one of those. She can rebound and find an actual man, like moi. A friend gives her advice and shes still a youngin. Get some reality, shes going to be fine. Young naive love is a killer.
Love sucks. It makes hearts and shatters them like a bull in China shop. Or maybe we're actually just miniature China dolls in a bull pen as the world of love can recklessly break us without a moments notice.
She tells a story about how he was willing to stab her with a gun. The singer, "Romantic bitch, ro romantic bitch."
February 5, 2012
It’s the Super Bowl biotch. I head in and meet up with half of the boys, Dimitri, Charles, Dave, and TA. At half time, I get a sandwich and then we all go to Dalton’s to meet up with Aaron, Evan, and Bolanos. It’s a tight as game, but the Giants pull through baby. A great time to be a New Yorker. Dave eventually gives me a ride back. I call it a night eventually because I have class at 1:00. Thankfully it’s later instead of early because I wouldn’t be waking the fuck up, no way.
After an amazing burger at Juliebelle’s with Kenny and Bolanos, we head to BHT. I wanted to make bigger plans tonight, but that doesn’t end up happening. I’ve been a sober Sal for the past few weeks, so it’s good having a few beers.
February 4, 2012
Some thinking I was doing:
The mirror of time reflects our past for only a better future.
For we are darkness in an empty room without memories.
After much contact and planning with people, I eventually get a ride with Avi and his girlfriend Maya into the city. He's been doing well being a ski instructor up in Vermont. Maya is also very nice and cool. My brothers seem to be doing well, getting hooked up and all. Stefan has apparently made it uh-fish with Sara. Very happy for those two love birds. Or a more a dove and a jokey Toucan Stefan.
We meet up with Aaron, Brandon, Bolanos, and Samara and her friends at this club in Hell's Kitchen.
I always dress up, but the shoes are no good. I'm sure I could've gotten last their shoe dress code, but the other guys are more obvious with their sneakers. We decide to go to Landmark Tavern a block away and then to Pony Bar. Samara goes in with her friends and Bolanos ain't happy about it.
On the way, there's this 220 pound girl in just a white tshirt in this cold winter weather. She's drunk as fuck and bumps into me. She tries to cause ruckus and I just walk. Bolanos on the other hand replies to be threats of a fight, "You want some!?" If I was Bolanos I would reply, "Yeah, lay down and spread your leg. Lets do this sweetheart."
He avoids a fight, but this is a Zoo of a woman. Aaron and Bolanos think that it could be racist. No, it doesn't matter that she was Hispanic. It was more the fact that she was belligerent and a mess. It was like the Bronx Zoo. She was a freaking zoo creature. Put that shit behind a cage.
At Tavern, Bolanos is pretty out of it. He's just nonchalantly pouring beer all over himself as he stands. I've never seen a man standing up straight with a glass straight up and somehow slowly pour beer all over his jeans and shoes. Avi and Maya split.
TA, Bolanos, Atron, and I are left at Pony Bar. We go to the Halal cart for a bite and Bolanos in his stupor drops part of his gyro all over Aaron. We joke he might as well thrown up on him. It’s all over his jacket and sleeve. Fucking mess.
Before we leave, we end up sitting at this table with two girls. They’re a little bit older than us, 25-26 and work in the city doing ad agency stuff. Very interesting stuff. Bolanos is still a grouchy face and sits there not interested in engaging in conversation at all. We end up heading to the train.
So this girl is weeping like crazy on the train. I feel bad for her, she has make up running down her face. She's on the phone and I can tell from her call that it's serious business. She's angry as fuck. She apparently has been fucking this dude for months and was told at the club that he has a girlfriend. He pushed her away from him and didn't want to deal with it no more. This phone call his her backlash.
The sound track during this is this guy constantly repeating, "Rack city bitch, rack rack city bitch." She is now balling out even worse. Her friends are around her and she's leaning against the window with her face against the glass, crying and shouting depressing emotional lines. " Why are you telling me you love this girl?! We're not done! We're not done!"
After her phone call, she just leans on her friend and balls crazy. She is hyperventilating and I can't tell if she's going to throw up or pass out. And hell, this is a very pretty girl in a tight black dress and big green eyes. Shes actually still in high school. She's half Thai and half Jewish. Fuck, hook me up with one of those. She can rebound and find an actual man, like moi. A friend gives her advice and shes still a youngin. Get some reality, shes going to be fine. Young naive love is a killer.
Love sucks. It makes hearts and shatters them like a bull in China shop. Or maybe we're actually just miniature China dolls in a bull pen as the world of love can recklessly break us without a moments notice.
She tells a story about how he was willing to stab her with a gun. The singer, "Romantic bitch, ro romantic bitch."
February 5, 2012
It’s the Super Bowl biotch. I head in and meet up with half of the boys, Dimitri, Charles, Dave, and TA. At half time, I get a sandwich and then we all go to Dalton’s to meet up with Aaron, Evan, and Bolanos. It’s a tight as game, but the Giants pull through baby. A great time to be a New Yorker. Dave eventually gives me a ride back. I call it a night eventually because I have class at 1:00. Thankfully it’s later instead of early because I wouldn’t be waking the fuck up, no way.
Tuesday, 31 January 2012
End of January
January 20, 2011
The weather is getting horrible and getting out is getting harder and harder. Bolanos is being a prissy and staying in and I’m feeling a bit sluggish myself. Getting into my law school sleep schedule has been annoying. Bolanos also sounds pessimistic about the night and how he doesn’t really want to do “big things” in the city. He also thinks that we don’t really “do anything” anyway. However, as I said to Bolanos, “Life’s too short.” Buck up brother, lets head out. I get dressed and bundled up, jump in my car in the freezing cold and head out.
I plan on meeting Stefan in the East Village with Sarah and her friends are supposed to be coming as well. Candace invites me to go to Arlene’s Grocery for live band karaoke. I both eventually want to go there and also do live band karaoke, but I don’t make it.
Sophie’s is quite fun fun with Sarah and all her NYU buddies. Sarah’s awesome enough to compliment my leather jacket. Hey, even a guy can be conscious and care about what a helpful female may think of their look. Hope they work out.
It’s good getting practice in the “mingling” game and chatting with all these new people, swapping NYU stories, and all that. I ask one of the girls if she’s also graudating this semester. She says, “Oh no, I can’t say.” Turns out she was only a sophomore and 20 years old. Obviously she didn’t want to shout her age out because she’s in a bar, but it’s more the being young issue. I’m tell her, “Hey, I’m 23, I’m the one that should be hiding my age for being too old.” Darn, being old sucks. Funny how we both dislike our ages for different reasons.
Some of the peope that show up weren’t expected to and the girls go crazy. I thought I was in the actual “Shit Girls Say” video. Screams, “I haven’t seen you in forever!,” “Oh my gawdddd!.” One of the girls is standing with her back to all this ruckus and she is visibly in pain from it. I ask if she’s used to it at all and she is not. That stuff really does take a toll on the ears.
I also bring up this interesting question about how straight and homosexual couples operate. If I was going out with a girl, I wouldn’t want her randomly pointing out the attractiveness of other dudes. It’s just a weird thing and I’m not good at judging how attractive dudes are. And the other way around, maybe I’m generalizing, but girls can be self conscious, as well as men. I really doubt she’d to be second guessing her own looks because I’m pointing out other women. However, I feel it would be easier for homosexual couples. Both parties can appreciate the looks of the person they’re checking out. Just the stupid things I think about.
These gangstas seem to come to Sophie’s as well. I’m not sure about the story, but it seemed like they just came across it while exploring the city. That’s awesome because that’s how I found Sophie’s. I didn’t even know the name of the place when I was going to it.
One of the girls shares stories about how awesome Amos is. He’s actually the one that hooked up Stefan and Sarah! How awesome. He sits in the front, hanging out, and eventually, he finds two people he can hook up. What a matchmaker. A bar with its own matchmaker.
She also tells a story about how some dude was buying her drinks and she ended up leaving with this dude. He then ran back into the bar to grab something. She decides she doesn’t want to go back with him and decides to split. Amos follows her and tells her to keep going and going and then tries to make sure she’s safe. If she needs a cab or whatnot. Wow, Amos is such a huge sweetheart. What a great dude. By the way, this is a rule for you dudes though. If you pick up a girl, make sure you don’t let her out of your sights. She might change or mind get picked up by some other animal.
Amos also eventually walks over and Stefan talks about how Amos better not be kidding about something because Stefan met his wife. Amos gets a bit silent and as he starts walking away, “That ain’t my wife!” I die laughing. I want to say that everytime I get in a pickle. He sort of explains that he doesn’t have a wife and how he’s dating someone or whatnot. A playa.
Eventually, Stefan is tired and he heads out. Sarah and her friends to do the same. Sam was in Chelsea and I wait for a little bit as she comes down to hang. Sam and Sydnee come down to Sophie’s. I haven’t seen Sydnee in forever. The three of us catch up on things. Sydnee is apparently back in New York working with North Hempstead county’s environmental policy. Amos is nice enough to see that the ladies are just sitting there empty handed and just comes by with two beers for them. Amos coming in again proving that he’s a great dude. Can’t give the man enough props.
When I leave, my friend Jesse says she’s at the shit holek, Fiddlesticks. I’m invited to go and want to, but it just started snowing and I decide to leave before it gets bad. I get home around 4:00.
January 21, 2011
I get up and I’m just feeling lazy. I think the cold yesterday gave me a hint of a cold and I’m just sluggish. Instead of getting shit done, I procrastination bake, my take on the Momofuku Compost Cookies. I’ve been working on them and trying to perfect the recipe. One of the hardest things is the baking time/temperature.
I throw in Reese’s Pieces, kettle cooked chips, oatmeal, molasses, black pepper, Cayenne pepper, salt. With the baking time, I’ve been burning them and dropping the temperature has fixed this. I also have to keep checking them depending on the size of the cookie. I also use an special nonstick pan that spreads heat really well instead of these other thin pans I have.
It’s Jesse’s birthday at Radegast in Brooklyn. Bolanos was supposed to come along, but he dropped out. I end up driving myself out to Brooklyn and the roads aren’t bad. I meet them at this really cool “biergarten.” It’s not an outdoor one, which is good for this weather. It’s rustic, but not trashy with big bright TVs and whatnot. They’re playing some Eastern European sounding music. It’s a bit loud for that kind of music, but I really like the place. They also serve 1L beers, Octoberfest style. Love it.
It’s Jesse, her boyfriend Teddy, Frank, his girlfriend Miriam, and Tom. The guys are all pals from back in CIA, Culinary Institute of America, basically one of the best cooking schools in America. I’m glad they like my cookies, that’s a huge compliment. People that graduate from the school basically are the people cooking at all the great restaurants in New York. Teddy doesn’t do that anymore and works in New York in broadcasting.
Frank also gave that up and wants to do medical school now. Tom is the only one still in the industry and is at DBGB. Ela has asked me why I didn’t go to culinary school. Teddy tells me that it’s a shit of a fun time. However, he tells me not to go because it’s just a bad decision for a career. Two of them aren’t in it anymore because they couldn’t pay the bills and needed to get out.
I never thought a culinary school is where people go buckwild, but apparently it is. They tell me that the girls just drink like animals. They share stories about how one of them got a blowjob after the girl was in a jalapeno eating contest. And then a story about how one of them gave a girl a Roman Helmut and posted the picture of his balls on her face and penis down her nose all over the bars. Sounds ridiculous more than funny because I feel bad for the girl. Naked pictures whatnot, whatever, the issue is when faces are there and people can be identified. Then stories about how they stole a golf cart and almost killed Teddy and crashed it in the wood during a snow storm. Just crazy shit. Maybe it would’ve been a bad idea to go to CIA, but hell, apparently I would’ve had a bitchin’ time.
Tom is a hilarious dude and tells some story about how he fried his own jizz with his girlfriend. Shit’s just way too funny.
After a couple delicious beers and a lot of stories, it’s 3:30 and we decide we want to eat. Williamsburg is right near the bridge so we go to Chinatown for Wo Hop. Just mind-blowingly good food for that time of the night. I wish I had been hitting this place up as late night drunk food for years. By the end, we’re all stuffed and call it a night. It’s 4:00 and I get home really quickly before 5:00.
After that I drive back. Both nights I drove instead of taking the train. Taking the train wouldn’t even be an option considering how cold it is, it’s just way too much. But also, it’s great because although I haven’t been absolutely the most productive this weekend, it still feels great without any hangovers. I’ve been getting home late and sleep in, but it’s nice to have a refreshing weekend. I’d actually love this a lot more if it were Spring and I could go out to enjoy my weekend. And one of the biggest is how I’m saving money by not spending it on beer. Without an income while I’m in school, it’s good to keep a tight grip on my financials.
Wow, I really enjoyed this weekend. Meeting new people, catching up with friends and people I haven’t seen in a while, funny stories. Hopefully next week will be just as eventful with a bit more productivity. I just can’t wait for it to get a bit warmer.
January 25, 2012
I recently explained this someone so I thought I’d write it out. My rant on males being friends with females.
Do you know how narcissistic you have to be to think that every attractive female you meet needs to sleep with you? It'd be like needing to rob a bank everytime you walked into one. In life, there's some people you'll have serious relationships with and some who will just be friends. Get over yourself, not everyone wants you. There's more fish in the sea.
Preventing half people, females, on Earth from being your friends is an absolute shame. You're just setting yourself back from the most enjoyable thing in the world, people.
January 27, 2012
It’s Luna’s birthday this weekend and she comes up from Oceanside, NJ to visit and stay at my place. I get her from Flushing after class and we head Fairway to get some stuff for a home cooked dinner.
Sauerkraut with kielbasa, which is really good with Dijon mustard by the way. Spaetzle (German egg noodle) with brown butter. Baked potato with bacon gouda. A Framboise beer. And the only thing that was a bit off from the menu was roasted Brussels sprouts with honey, Sriracha, and honey. Them sprouts is good.
We both hadn’t eaten anything all day and needed to pass out for an hour before doing anything ambitious for the night. Boom into the city. We plan on going to Solas for dancing, but then end up waiting around at Tile Bar for a while for Atron.
We then go to Booker and Dax, the new Momofuku bar, where Milk Bar used to be. It’s pretty basic with the décor as they haven’t change anything. I recognize this guy that’s walking around and I’m quite confused. I’ve seen his face before, but I don’t know where. Aaron ends up asking the waitress and it turns out to be Dave Arnold, a famous chef known for his work in molecular gastronomy. He works at the French Culinary Institute and is the co-owner of the bar with David Chang.
The place has just opened for a week and he offers a shot of Maker’s for everyone. I take a few sips before passing it on. Sober Sally Darwin driving tonight. He actually walks by the table and we get into a conversation with him. He seems very passionate about his work at this place. There are only a few reviews and he has read every single on Yelp and is already annoyed by some of them. I try to explain that it’s all about what he puts out and the quality of his product. Eventually, the bad reviews and unjustified criticisms will be weeded out. However, he treats it as if it was his baby. He still takes all of it quite personally. We share some little details of constructive criticism with him. He tells us some stories about how he makes the drinks. He’s a really cool and smart guy.
When we walk out, Aaron soaks it in, “Where else in the world can us, some random idiots, get into a long conversation with that guy?” We then walk over to Baohaus for a quick bite and then call it a night.
January 28, 2012
At night, it’s round 2 of the feast yesterday by eating the leftovers. I find out about Kenny’s birthday quite late, but can’t make it because I’m hosting Luna. We go into the city to meet up with her friends. We go to Down the Hatch, which is just like the rest of the Upper West Side bars, they’re run by the same group. After waiting for 30 minutes though, the place fills up quick fast and gets ridiculously crowded. We move over and head towards Peculiar Pub. However, it’s freezing and I randomly choose Kenny’s Castaways on the walk over. It’s awesome. There’s a live band in the back playing blues music with this gorgeous blonde as the front woman. Unfortuatenly, we’re not sitting in the back and don’t get to stay long. A no cover free live band. I’ll be returning to this place.
Stephen and Aaron are at Sophie’s and we all walk over. However, the place is too crowded and they won’t let us in. We walk over the Ace Bar, a place I normally dislike. However, tonight, it’s pretty awesome. It’s a bit crowded, but I like it. Lots of girls, people having fun, etc. Luna actually runs into an old classmate of her’s from middle school. They were best friends back then apparently and haven’t seen each other in years. She actually is a mind-blowingly beautiful girl with that same old story. She moved to LA, did some waitressing, tried to make it big as a model or actress. She currently is trying to getting into theater or something. Yadda yadda.
We eventually split and try Sophie’s again. Luna’s 5-6 friends don’t seem to like being out in the cold nor just being out at all. They end up splitting. We go into Sophie’s and get a warm welcoming from everyone. Sara is a sweetheart by trade and sends compliments about my slick attire. I awkwardly don’t say Hi to Lauren, the girl that Aaron didn’t work with. Sara is busting balls even though Lauren is her friend. She bashes her and calls her boring and what not, even I wouldn’t say that kind of stuff I don’t know her. This is because she’s best friends with this talkative fun girl and they’re apparently complete opposites. I find the candid comments absolutely refreshing and hilarious. Still, I wouldn’t talk about someone like this considering she is right at the bar.
People call it quits pretty quickly. Luna and I head to Crif Dogs so I can redeem by Groupon for two. I paid $14 for $28 worth of food. Three dogs, cheese and meat tater tots, a beer, and an Arnold Palmer. Shit was way too much and we couldn’t finish it. A much earlier night tonight.
The weather is getting horrible and getting out is getting harder and harder. Bolanos is being a prissy and staying in and I’m feeling a bit sluggish myself. Getting into my law school sleep schedule has been annoying. Bolanos also sounds pessimistic about the night and how he doesn’t really want to do “big things” in the city. He also thinks that we don’t really “do anything” anyway. However, as I said to Bolanos, “Life’s too short.” Buck up brother, lets head out. I get dressed and bundled up, jump in my car in the freezing cold and head out.
I plan on meeting Stefan in the East Village with Sarah and her friends are supposed to be coming as well. Candace invites me to go to Arlene’s Grocery for live band karaoke. I both eventually want to go there and also do live band karaoke, but I don’t make it.
Sophie’s is quite fun fun with Sarah and all her NYU buddies. Sarah’s awesome enough to compliment my leather jacket. Hey, even a guy can be conscious and care about what a helpful female may think of their look. Hope they work out.
It’s good getting practice in the “mingling” game and chatting with all these new people, swapping NYU stories, and all that. I ask one of the girls if she’s also graudating this semester. She says, “Oh no, I can’t say.” Turns out she was only a sophomore and 20 years old. Obviously she didn’t want to shout her age out because she’s in a bar, but it’s more the being young issue. I’m tell her, “Hey, I’m 23, I’m the one that should be hiding my age for being too old.” Darn, being old sucks. Funny how we both dislike our ages for different reasons.
Some of the peope that show up weren’t expected to and the girls go crazy. I thought I was in the actual “Shit Girls Say” video. Screams, “I haven’t seen you in forever!,” “Oh my gawdddd!.” One of the girls is standing with her back to all this ruckus and she is visibly in pain from it. I ask if she’s used to it at all and she is not. That stuff really does take a toll on the ears.
I also bring up this interesting question about how straight and homosexual couples operate. If I was going out with a girl, I wouldn’t want her randomly pointing out the attractiveness of other dudes. It’s just a weird thing and I’m not good at judging how attractive dudes are. And the other way around, maybe I’m generalizing, but girls can be self conscious, as well as men. I really doubt she’d to be second guessing her own looks because I’m pointing out other women. However, I feel it would be easier for homosexual couples. Both parties can appreciate the looks of the person they’re checking out. Just the stupid things I think about.
These gangstas seem to come to Sophie’s as well. I’m not sure about the story, but it seemed like they just came across it while exploring the city. That’s awesome because that’s how I found Sophie’s. I didn’t even know the name of the place when I was going to it.
One of the girls shares stories about how awesome Amos is. He’s actually the one that hooked up Stefan and Sarah! How awesome. He sits in the front, hanging out, and eventually, he finds two people he can hook up. What a matchmaker. A bar with its own matchmaker.
She also tells a story about how some dude was buying her drinks and she ended up leaving with this dude. He then ran back into the bar to grab something. She decides she doesn’t want to go back with him and decides to split. Amos follows her and tells her to keep going and going and then tries to make sure she’s safe. If she needs a cab or whatnot. Wow, Amos is such a huge sweetheart. What a great dude. By the way, this is a rule for you dudes though. If you pick up a girl, make sure you don’t let her out of your sights. She might change or mind get picked up by some other animal.
Amos also eventually walks over and Stefan talks about how Amos better not be kidding about something because Stefan met his wife. Amos gets a bit silent and as he starts walking away, “That ain’t my wife!” I die laughing. I want to say that everytime I get in a pickle. He sort of explains that he doesn’t have a wife and how he’s dating someone or whatnot. A playa.
Eventually, Stefan is tired and he heads out. Sarah and her friends to do the same. Sam was in Chelsea and I wait for a little bit as she comes down to hang. Sam and Sydnee come down to Sophie’s. I haven’t seen Sydnee in forever. The three of us catch up on things. Sydnee is apparently back in New York working with North Hempstead county’s environmental policy. Amos is nice enough to see that the ladies are just sitting there empty handed and just comes by with two beers for them. Amos coming in again proving that he’s a great dude. Can’t give the man enough props.
When I leave, my friend Jesse says she’s at the shit holek, Fiddlesticks. I’m invited to go and want to, but it just started snowing and I decide to leave before it gets bad. I get home around 4:00.
January 21, 2011
I get up and I’m just feeling lazy. I think the cold yesterday gave me a hint of a cold and I’m just sluggish. Instead of getting shit done, I procrastination bake, my take on the Momofuku Compost Cookies. I’ve been working on them and trying to perfect the recipe. One of the hardest things is the baking time/temperature.
I throw in Reese’s Pieces, kettle cooked chips, oatmeal, molasses, black pepper, Cayenne pepper, salt. With the baking time, I’ve been burning them and dropping the temperature has fixed this. I also have to keep checking them depending on the size of the cookie. I also use an special nonstick pan that spreads heat really well instead of these other thin pans I have.
It’s Jesse’s birthday at Radegast in Brooklyn. Bolanos was supposed to come along, but he dropped out. I end up driving myself out to Brooklyn and the roads aren’t bad. I meet them at this really cool “biergarten.” It’s not an outdoor one, which is good for this weather. It’s rustic, but not trashy with big bright TVs and whatnot. They’re playing some Eastern European sounding music. It’s a bit loud for that kind of music, but I really like the place. They also serve 1L beers, Octoberfest style. Love it.
It’s Jesse, her boyfriend Teddy, Frank, his girlfriend Miriam, and Tom. The guys are all pals from back in CIA, Culinary Institute of America, basically one of the best cooking schools in America. I’m glad they like my cookies, that’s a huge compliment. People that graduate from the school basically are the people cooking at all the great restaurants in New York. Teddy doesn’t do that anymore and works in New York in broadcasting.
Frank also gave that up and wants to do medical school now. Tom is the only one still in the industry and is at DBGB. Ela has asked me why I didn’t go to culinary school. Teddy tells me that it’s a shit of a fun time. However, he tells me not to go because it’s just a bad decision for a career. Two of them aren’t in it anymore because they couldn’t pay the bills and needed to get out.
I never thought a culinary school is where people go buckwild, but apparently it is. They tell me that the girls just drink like animals. They share stories about how one of them got a blowjob after the girl was in a jalapeno eating contest. And then a story about how one of them gave a girl a Roman Helmut and posted the picture of his balls on her face and penis down her nose all over the bars. Sounds ridiculous more than funny because I feel bad for the girl. Naked pictures whatnot, whatever, the issue is when faces are there and people can be identified. Then stories about how they stole a golf cart and almost killed Teddy and crashed it in the wood during a snow storm. Just crazy shit. Maybe it would’ve been a bad idea to go to CIA, but hell, apparently I would’ve had a bitchin’ time.
Tom is a hilarious dude and tells some story about how he fried his own jizz with his girlfriend. Shit’s just way too funny.
After a couple delicious beers and a lot of stories, it’s 3:30 and we decide we want to eat. Williamsburg is right near the bridge so we go to Chinatown for Wo Hop. Just mind-blowingly good food for that time of the night. I wish I had been hitting this place up as late night drunk food for years. By the end, we’re all stuffed and call it a night. It’s 4:00 and I get home really quickly before 5:00.
After that I drive back. Both nights I drove instead of taking the train. Taking the train wouldn’t even be an option considering how cold it is, it’s just way too much. But also, it’s great because although I haven’t been absolutely the most productive this weekend, it still feels great without any hangovers. I’ve been getting home late and sleep in, but it’s nice to have a refreshing weekend. I’d actually love this a lot more if it were Spring and I could go out to enjoy my weekend. And one of the biggest is how I’m saving money by not spending it on beer. Without an income while I’m in school, it’s good to keep a tight grip on my financials.
Wow, I really enjoyed this weekend. Meeting new people, catching up with friends and people I haven’t seen in a while, funny stories. Hopefully next week will be just as eventful with a bit more productivity. I just can’t wait for it to get a bit warmer.
January 25, 2012
I recently explained this someone so I thought I’d write it out. My rant on males being friends with females.
Do you know how narcissistic you have to be to think that every attractive female you meet needs to sleep with you? It'd be like needing to rob a bank everytime you walked into one. In life, there's some people you'll have serious relationships with and some who will just be friends. Get over yourself, not everyone wants you. There's more fish in the sea.
Preventing half people, females, on Earth from being your friends is an absolute shame. You're just setting yourself back from the most enjoyable thing in the world, people.
January 27, 2012
It’s Luna’s birthday this weekend and she comes up from Oceanside, NJ to visit and stay at my place. I get her from Flushing after class and we head Fairway to get some stuff for a home cooked dinner.
Sauerkraut with kielbasa, which is really good with Dijon mustard by the way. Spaetzle (German egg noodle) with brown butter. Baked potato with bacon gouda. A Framboise beer. And the only thing that was a bit off from the menu was roasted Brussels sprouts with honey, Sriracha, and honey. Them sprouts is good.
We both hadn’t eaten anything all day and needed to pass out for an hour before doing anything ambitious for the night. Boom into the city. We plan on going to Solas for dancing, but then end up waiting around at Tile Bar for a while for Atron.
We then go to Booker and Dax, the new Momofuku bar, where Milk Bar used to be. It’s pretty basic with the décor as they haven’t change anything. I recognize this guy that’s walking around and I’m quite confused. I’ve seen his face before, but I don’t know where. Aaron ends up asking the waitress and it turns out to be Dave Arnold, a famous chef known for his work in molecular gastronomy. He works at the French Culinary Institute and is the co-owner of the bar with David Chang.
The place has just opened for a week and he offers a shot of Maker’s for everyone. I take a few sips before passing it on. Sober Sally Darwin driving tonight. He actually walks by the table and we get into a conversation with him. He seems very passionate about his work at this place. There are only a few reviews and he has read every single on Yelp and is already annoyed by some of them. I try to explain that it’s all about what he puts out and the quality of his product. Eventually, the bad reviews and unjustified criticisms will be weeded out. However, he treats it as if it was his baby. He still takes all of it quite personally. We share some little details of constructive criticism with him. He tells us some stories about how he makes the drinks. He’s a really cool and smart guy.
When we walk out, Aaron soaks it in, “Where else in the world can us, some random idiots, get into a long conversation with that guy?” We then walk over to Baohaus for a quick bite and then call it a night.
January 28, 2012
At night, it’s round 2 of the feast yesterday by eating the leftovers. I find out about Kenny’s birthday quite late, but can’t make it because I’m hosting Luna. We go into the city to meet up with her friends. We go to Down the Hatch, which is just like the rest of the Upper West Side bars, they’re run by the same group. After waiting for 30 minutes though, the place fills up quick fast and gets ridiculously crowded. We move over and head towards Peculiar Pub. However, it’s freezing and I randomly choose Kenny’s Castaways on the walk over. It’s awesome. There’s a live band in the back playing blues music with this gorgeous blonde as the front woman. Unfortuatenly, we’re not sitting in the back and don’t get to stay long. A no cover free live band. I’ll be returning to this place.
Stephen and Aaron are at Sophie’s and we all walk over. However, the place is too crowded and they won’t let us in. We walk over the Ace Bar, a place I normally dislike. However, tonight, it’s pretty awesome. It’s a bit crowded, but I like it. Lots of girls, people having fun, etc. Luna actually runs into an old classmate of her’s from middle school. They were best friends back then apparently and haven’t seen each other in years. She actually is a mind-blowingly beautiful girl with that same old story. She moved to LA, did some waitressing, tried to make it big as a model or actress. She currently is trying to getting into theater or something. Yadda yadda.
We eventually split and try Sophie’s again. Luna’s 5-6 friends don’t seem to like being out in the cold nor just being out at all. They end up splitting. We go into Sophie’s and get a warm welcoming from everyone. Sara is a sweetheart by trade and sends compliments about my slick attire. I awkwardly don’t say Hi to Lauren, the girl that Aaron didn’t work with. Sara is busting balls even though Lauren is her friend. She bashes her and calls her boring and what not, even I wouldn’t say that kind of stuff I don’t know her. This is because she’s best friends with this talkative fun girl and they’re apparently complete opposites. I find the candid comments absolutely refreshing and hilarious. Still, I wouldn’t talk about someone like this considering she is right at the bar.
People call it quits pretty quickly. Luna and I head to Crif Dogs so I can redeem by Groupon for two. I paid $14 for $28 worth of food. Three dogs, cheese and meat tater tots, a beer, and an Arnold Palmer. Shit was way too much and we couldn’t finish it. A much earlier night tonight.
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