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Monday, September 12, 2005

New York Weekend


It's Monday night and I'm tired from a long day at work following an action-packed weekend.

On Friday night Jenn and I went to a bar called the Musical Box for her friend Pear's going-away party. Pear's real name is Jen, but she goes by Pear. Pear is now off on a big adventure in Central America, and then she'll try to make it as an actress in Los Angeles. Dreams are for doing.

The bar was okay. It was a bit swankier than I had hoped, and for some reason our group of people insisted on hanging out in the aisles when there were abundant seats available, but I survived and even had a good time, in part because the game was on and the Yankees beat the Red Sox. We left the bar at about 11:30 p.m. and just caught an L train back to Brooklyn right before the doors closed. It's great when that happens, and it's awful when you just miss one that way.

On Saturday of course I did my regular bagel routine in the morning. In the afternoon we took the G train down to Fort Greene, Brooklyn to meet our friends Justin and Sue. They used to live in New York but now they live in Vancouver. They were in town visiting friends and family and showing off their new baby boy, Tyler. Tyler is only a couple of months old, but he is big and strong, like Bam Bam on the Flintstones. Tyler was gregarious and well-behaved, and just a little bit drooly. That's him peeking out in the top picture, as he was being introduced to Mike and Heather. Below is Tyler with his mom and dad, Sue and Justin.



The party was at their friend Jen's apartment (yes, there are many Jens) and she served a delicious brunch. I had a steak sandwich, a Stella Artois, and a home-made ice cream sandwich.

We couldn't stay too long because we had to meet our friend (and my old college roommate) Ted Madsen, who was coming into town on business. He was staying at our place, so we needed to be there to let him in when he arrived from the airport. Ted arrived slightly early, so the first thing we did was take a walk to Beverage World to buy beer and a case of seltzer.

We hung around the house on Saturday night, drank the above beverages, and got some pizza from Sal's. On Sunday we all slept late. Ted said he did okay on the fold-out couch downstairs. I went out and got bagels and lox spread for the house. It was a fine feast.

The weather was beautiful. It has been just lovely in New York for the past two weeks. We went to McCarren Park and tossed the Frisbee around for a while and then came home.



Jenn and I had plans to meet her mother for an early dinner and then we three were going to the theater as part of Jenn's birthday celebration. So Jenn, Ted, and I took the subway into Manhattan and we set Ted loose to roam the streets (sorry but we had these plans for a long time) while we went to a fancy restaurant called Esca. It's Mario Batali's newest, and it was excellent. I had the weakfish. Esca was just written about in The New Yorker.

We walked from Esca to the theater to see a raunchy puppet musical called Avenue Q. We all thought it was good. I especially enjoyed the songs "Everyone's a Little Bit Racist," "The Internet is for Porn," and "What Do You Do with a B.A. in English?" It was a fine show, and I recommend it.

After it ended Jenn's mom headed home to Fort Lee and we walked to the very touristy but generally decent Rosie O'Grady's to meet Ted and his friend Amy. They were just finishing up dinner. After dodging a trio of very drunk Irish blokes (one of the few risks in the new Times Square) we took the subway to Brooklyn, and, after a quick pit-stop, we went to the world's best beer bar, Spuyten Duyvil, where we stayed just a little bit too late for a school night.

This morning we were all tired. Jenn was kind enough to make coffee before leaving for work. I rousted Ted out of bed by playing M.I.A. on the stereo, and we got ready and took the subway in to Manhattan together. I said goodbye to him and went to work, where I spent the day being busy and feeling tired. Still, it was a fine day.

Of course yesterday, September 11, 2005, was a sad anniversary. We still grieve, and we still hurt, but we will go on.

2 Comments:

Blogger Sandi said...

Thank you for not making a big deal out of September 11th. I wish the rest of the country would do the same.
Nice pictures! You didn't say anything about the third one. Is that you and Jen in the background?
Cute couple.

11:44 PM  
Blogger Sandi said...

Never mind the last question. Me being more than slightly stupid, had not gone further and read some more of your posts that I had missed.

11:59 PM  

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