These vagabond shoes are longing to stray...
I'm just dying for this week to end. It's actually been really short because I had Monday off, but I'm just completely wiped out and really getting antsy at work. The weather is also miserable here. It's been raining since last week and hasn't stopped yet; weather reports say we might not even get sunshine until Monday. Whatever...I just want it to be the weekend and so I can lay around the house and watch movies or something. I might go out on Saturday with people from work, but I'm definitely still a little tired from last weekend.
(The following is an account of my weekend in NYC. Sorry for the length.)
Saturday:
This past weekend I went down to New Haven to visit Alexis Medina (friend from Williams). She's in grad school at Yale. It was good to see a familiar face. The original plan was just to go down for a quick lunch and then catch a train to NYC, but with my parents ragging on me about going to NYC because of the potential subway threat, I stayed a lot longer in New Haven than I intended, but it actually worked out well cause I had a great time chillin' with Alexis and just catching up. I also realized that New Haven is a pretty cool place (much better than Hartford). Anyways, around 3 or 4, I got on a train to NYC. Plan for the weekend was to meet up with Arnaub who was on fall break from Cornell and the rest of my MN peoples and also spend Sunday with Tam. After the train got to NYC, I met up with Margo who was just getting off of work (I think I’m one of my only friends who does not work on the weekends.) We met up with Arnaub, Trent, and their AIESEC (i.e. international business nerds) friends up near Columbia. That was one horrible trek uptown. I figured that the trains wouldn’t be as packed because of the subway scare, but I have never been on a subway as packed as the 1 was on Saturday. When Margo and I got to the platform, we thought something was wrong with the trains because there was literally no room to move, but I guess the 1 is just always packed with people. When we got on the train, the mix of an overcrowded train with people wet from the rain and lack of air conditioning in the train amounted to me dripping with sweat worse than when I was in NYC back in August during that massive heat wave. The guy with the bologna breath breathing on me didn’t help either.
Anyways, we made it uptown and spent the next couple hours drinking, smoking shisha off the hooka, and catching up with everyone. It was fun. Definitely miss just hanging out with people, which is something I don’t do that often in CT, partially because I know so few people and even fewer people that I’m really comfortable with. After a couple hours, Korey showed up and the Minnesota crew minus the AIESECers went to dinner. We ended up some hole in the wall around 100th and Broadway where we proceeded to down 6-7 pitchers of Yuengling and reminisce about Minnesota and high school. By this point, Trent and Arnaub were drunk and on their way to being trashed (they had been drinking all afternoon while watching football.) We quickly became “that table,” you know, the one with the loud, obnoxious people that no one wants to sit by. This was evidenced by the fact that we were in the back of the bar and the two couples that sat next to us didn’t stay for very long (though I have no sympathy for the couple that was sitting next to us, possibly on a date, playing a game of Connect Four, which I think they brought with them to the bar.)
Anyways, highlights of our time at the bar include Trent screaming “one pussy” over and over in reference to marriage and Arnaub flipping out, knocking over two pitchers of beer and then going to the bathroom to grab a whole roll of toilet paper to clean off the beer he spilt on his pants and proceeding to place all the used toilet paper in the pitchers. I think the bartender was really confused when came to pick up the pitchers.
After the bar, we ended up at some guy’s (Rapoon??) apartment who someone vaguely knew. We took a long-ass taxi ride over there where Margo sweet-talked the driver who didn’t want to take all five of us. I empathized with the driver. Who would want to drive an over-packed taxi with people in the back (Arnaub and Trent) yelling “Guns, America, and Beer” the whole time and the possibility that one of the other passengers is going to pee in a Nalgene (not me!). Anyways, we got to the guys place and dude obviously had money, but just no idea on how to spend it as evidenced by his sparsely decorated/furnished apartment. At this point, I was ready to be done for the night as was Korey, and everyone else was falling down drunk. We proceeded to head back to Brooklyn, where Korey and Margo live, leaving Arnaub at Rapoon’s place. On the way back to Brooklyn, Trent and Margo were a sight. Two drunk people trying to hold each other up is never a good idea. Letting two people walk down the stairs to the subway while supporting each other is even worse. You don’t have to tell that to Margo and Trent (well maybe you do since they don’t remember most of the night) who proceeded to face plant themselves at the bottom of the stairs to the subway.
Anyways, the night ended with Trent passed out on the couch of Margo and Korey’s apartment with me on the floor.
Sunday:
So I wake up the next morning to the sounds of Trent on his cell phone in the other room. He’s confused on where he is. Arnaub is on the other line and I can hear Trent wondering at first whether he’s in his own apartment, then whether he’s in Carley’s apartment. After walking around and looking at pictures around the apartment, he tells Arnaub, “I think I’m at Margo’s and Korey’s…but Margo and Korey aren’t around…and neither is Hsu.” At this point I fling open the door and tell Trent to shut up and try to fall back to sleep. Trent could have stayed and slept longer, but he quickly grabs his things and says he has to go and out the door he went.
I slept till around noon and then went to the East Village to meet up with Tam. Korey and Margo both had to work. Tam and I spent most of the day in the Village, walking around, going to Barnes and Noble at Union Square to read Cosmo cover to cover, and eating. After that we went back to her apartment where she passed out for a couple hours while I read Jane magazine and watched some weird reality show about spoiled rich kids doing a cattle drive. After that, instead of going to see Ghostface Killah at BB King's cause I didn't buy tickets earlier, we went to the Bowery Poetry Cafe to see Lisa Jessie Peterson aka "The Peculiar Patriot" do a one woman show. It was pretty amazing, talking about the American prison system. I haven't been to see a poetry reading/play/anything artistic in a while. I'm glad we went there and it was kind of fitting that when I got back home, Devin, one of my frosh, had left me an IM message about why I don't do slam poetry anymore. It was sort of weird that he left me that message, but it was a good question.
After the show, Tam and I walked around some more and I planned to catch a train that night home, much to my parents dismay who were constantly calling me all weekend. I headed back to Brooklyn to grab my stuff and ended up staying the night again at Margo and Korey's and watching Desperate Housewives with them.
Monday:
Monday was a lot more laid back. Woke up around noon and headed over to Union Square and spent the day walking around the city. Went down to SoHo and Little Italy, ate Thai Food at this weird Russian bar/lounge, and did a little bite of shopping. I met up with Arnaub later around Columbia University and then we headed downtown to meet up with Margo and Korey for dinner. While we waited for Margo to get off of work, Arnaub, Korey and I had a couple of drinks at this Irish Pub. Nothing really special except for the Molson Beer hockey players who were walking down the street in full hockey gear and came into the bar. They were Molson Beer's street team and they were trying to get people excited for the return of hockey. I don't really care a whole lot about hockey, but it was cool having the street team there because one of the them was from Minnesota and she gave us free t-shirts and we also got free Molsons.
After that, we met up with Margo and went to this all-you-can-eat Japanese sushi place. It was pretty good. By the time we finished eating, it was pretty late and I needed to head back to CT. I got back to New Haven around 1:30 AM and the weather was terrible. Driving home was miserable and I almost ran off the road 3 times. The rain was coming down in sheets and on certain parts of 91 there are no lights or even reflectors to let you know where the road is turning. Anyways I got back around 3 AM and had to go to work the next day.
This week has just been really long and slow and the weather has not helped at all. Ughhh...WEEKEND!!!!
(The following is an account of my weekend in NYC. Sorry for the length.)
Saturday:
This past weekend I went down to New Haven to visit Alexis Medina (friend from Williams). She's in grad school at Yale. It was good to see a familiar face. The original plan was just to go down for a quick lunch and then catch a train to NYC, but with my parents ragging on me about going to NYC because of the potential subway threat, I stayed a lot longer in New Haven than I intended, but it actually worked out well cause I had a great time chillin' with Alexis and just catching up. I also realized that New Haven is a pretty cool place (much better than Hartford). Anyways, around 3 or 4, I got on a train to NYC. Plan for the weekend was to meet up with Arnaub who was on fall break from Cornell and the rest of my MN peoples and also spend Sunday with Tam. After the train got to NYC, I met up with Margo who was just getting off of work (I think I’m one of my only friends who does not work on the weekends.) We met up with Arnaub, Trent, and their AIESEC (i.e. international business nerds) friends up near Columbia. That was one horrible trek uptown. I figured that the trains wouldn’t be as packed because of the subway scare, but I have never been on a subway as packed as the 1 was on Saturday. When Margo and I got to the platform, we thought something was wrong with the trains because there was literally no room to move, but I guess the 1 is just always packed with people. When we got on the train, the mix of an overcrowded train with people wet from the rain and lack of air conditioning in the train amounted to me dripping with sweat worse than when I was in NYC back in August during that massive heat wave. The guy with the bologna breath breathing on me didn’t help either.
Anyways, we made it uptown and spent the next couple hours drinking, smoking shisha off the hooka, and catching up with everyone. It was fun. Definitely miss just hanging out with people, which is something I don’t do that often in CT, partially because I know so few people and even fewer people that I’m really comfortable with. After a couple hours, Korey showed up and the Minnesota crew minus the AIESECers went to dinner. We ended up some hole in the wall around 100th and Broadway where we proceeded to down 6-7 pitchers of Yuengling and reminisce about Minnesota and high school. By this point, Trent and Arnaub were drunk and on their way to being trashed (they had been drinking all afternoon while watching football.) We quickly became “that table,” you know, the one with the loud, obnoxious people that no one wants to sit by. This was evidenced by the fact that we were in the back of the bar and the two couples that sat next to us didn’t stay for very long (though I have no sympathy for the couple that was sitting next to us, possibly on a date, playing a game of Connect Four, which I think they brought with them to the bar.)
Anyways, highlights of our time at the bar include Trent screaming “one pussy” over and over in reference to marriage and Arnaub flipping out, knocking over two pitchers of beer and then going to the bathroom to grab a whole roll of toilet paper to clean off the beer he spilt on his pants and proceeding to place all the used toilet paper in the pitchers. I think the bartender was really confused when came to pick up the pitchers.
After the bar, we ended up at some guy’s (Rapoon??) apartment who someone vaguely knew. We took a long-ass taxi ride over there where Margo sweet-talked the driver who didn’t want to take all five of us. I empathized with the driver. Who would want to drive an over-packed taxi with people in the back (Arnaub and Trent) yelling “Guns, America, and Beer” the whole time and the possibility that one of the other passengers is going to pee in a Nalgene (not me!). Anyways, we got to the guys place and dude obviously had money, but just no idea on how to spend it as evidenced by his sparsely decorated/furnished apartment. At this point, I was ready to be done for the night as was Korey, and everyone else was falling down drunk. We proceeded to head back to Brooklyn, where Korey and Margo live, leaving Arnaub at Rapoon’s place. On the way back to Brooklyn, Trent and Margo were a sight. Two drunk people trying to hold each other up is never a good idea. Letting two people walk down the stairs to the subway while supporting each other is even worse. You don’t have to tell that to Margo and Trent (well maybe you do since they don’t remember most of the night) who proceeded to face plant themselves at the bottom of the stairs to the subway.
Anyways, the night ended with Trent passed out on the couch of Margo and Korey’s apartment with me on the floor.
Sunday:
So I wake up the next morning to the sounds of Trent on his cell phone in the other room. He’s confused on where he is. Arnaub is on the other line and I can hear Trent wondering at first whether he’s in his own apartment, then whether he’s in Carley’s apartment. After walking around and looking at pictures around the apartment, he tells Arnaub, “I think I’m at Margo’s and Korey’s…but Margo and Korey aren’t around…and neither is Hsu.” At this point I fling open the door and tell Trent to shut up and try to fall back to sleep. Trent could have stayed and slept longer, but he quickly grabs his things and says he has to go and out the door he went.
I slept till around noon and then went to the East Village to meet up with Tam. Korey and Margo both had to work. Tam and I spent most of the day in the Village, walking around, going to Barnes and Noble at Union Square to read Cosmo cover to cover, and eating. After that we went back to her apartment where she passed out for a couple hours while I read Jane magazine and watched some weird reality show about spoiled rich kids doing a cattle drive. After that, instead of going to see Ghostface Killah at BB King's cause I didn't buy tickets earlier, we went to the Bowery Poetry Cafe to see Lisa Jessie Peterson aka "The Peculiar Patriot" do a one woman show. It was pretty amazing, talking about the American prison system. I haven't been to see a poetry reading/play/anything artistic in a while. I'm glad we went there and it was kind of fitting that when I got back home, Devin, one of my frosh, had left me an IM message about why I don't do slam poetry anymore. It was sort of weird that he left me that message, but it was a good question.
After the show, Tam and I walked around some more and I planned to catch a train that night home, much to my parents dismay who were constantly calling me all weekend. I headed back to Brooklyn to grab my stuff and ended up staying the night again at Margo and Korey's and watching Desperate Housewives with them.
Monday:
Monday was a lot more laid back. Woke up around noon and headed over to Union Square and spent the day walking around the city. Went down to SoHo and Little Italy, ate Thai Food at this weird Russian bar/lounge, and did a little bite of shopping. I met up with Arnaub later around Columbia University and then we headed downtown to meet up with Margo and Korey for dinner. While we waited for Margo to get off of work, Arnaub, Korey and I had a couple of drinks at this Irish Pub. Nothing really special except for the Molson Beer hockey players who were walking down the street in full hockey gear and came into the bar. They were Molson Beer's street team and they were trying to get people excited for the return of hockey. I don't really care a whole lot about hockey, but it was cool having the street team there because one of the them was from Minnesota and she gave us free t-shirts and we also got free Molsons.
After that, we met up with Margo and went to this all-you-can-eat Japanese sushi place. It was pretty good. By the time we finished eating, it was pretty late and I needed to head back to CT. I got back to New Haven around 1:30 AM and the weather was terrible. Driving home was miserable and I almost ran off the road 3 times. The rain was coming down in sheets and on certain parts of 91 there are no lights or even reflectors to let you know where the road is turning. Anyways I got back around 3 AM and had to go to work the next day.
This week has just been really long and slow and the weather has not helped at all. Ughhh...WEEKEND!!!!
posted by E at 2:24 PM
2 Comments:
i'm so glad you came down eric! even if all we did was read shitty girl-mags and watch reality tv...
next time will be better, promise. =]
- tam
Another solid weekend in the books. And as always, there will be a next time.
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