no rest 'till Brooklyn
I am beginning to realize that running around ALL-THE-TIME does not have the same stress-relieving properties as, say, sitting down and resting. Consider the end of this past week – I spent all of Thursday night moving furniture for our party on Friday, which we definitely had, after spending most of the day driving to and from Attitash (oh yeah, there was some skiing in there too).
By the way, huge thanks to Kenny for driving. I had no idea before that Volkswagen made a 270 hp W8 monster of a Passat, but he somehow found it. Very sweet.
So, after being late to our own party, we did manage to pull it off. Always good to get back in touch with all the peeps. Cleaning up had to be accelerated, since we were leaving early in the morning to pick up Gordon on the way to Providence and then NYC.
For those of you who don’t know Gordon: he invented the word “cake”. Well, the word was around before him, but he gave it the new meaning of “constantly being late and/or doing something other than what you are supposed to do.” By the time we found his place in the heart of Jamaica Plain, got him some cash, collected all the things that he needed to collect, and said goodbye to his parents, we were late by around two hours. Then again, Pisit, who set the schedule, probably never expected us to really leave Providence by 10AM.
By the time we got to Providence, found Hakeem and Pisit, and finished checking out Pisit’s new place (which was very awesome, new, and full of potential), it was somewhere around 1PM. Cake hard.
Long story short, by the time we reconnected with Daisuke, made our way to Manhattan, and got Jon to wander into our midst, it was past 8. Huge kudos to Sunny for being patient with our lazy asses as we took forever and a half to walk over to the Thai restaurant where he, Jeff, Inga, and the gang were waiting.
After a fine dinner – over to the bar, from which we would eventually be kicked out for not looking like we belonged to Columbia Business School (as they rented the place for the nite). Oh well – again into the cold, and off to the Park Lounge. That place was pretty decent, once we got inside. Of course, that proved to be difficult for Jon, who wore sneakers. Cake very hard. No problem – I took off my shoes once I got in, and Susan carried them to Jon. At the entrance, Jon engaged in the following conversation:
Bouncer: “Hey, aren’t you that guy?”
Jon: “No, that guy left already” (takes back his ID, runs inside).
After sleeping over at Sunny’s place, Susan and I got up wicked early once again to check out the Russian art exhibit at the Guggenheim. I must say, I was impressed by the breadth of the collection, and by the quality of the exhibits. All the paintings that I’ve seen only in books or textbooks were there. Check it out, if you’re in the area.
From there: to the ferry, and back to hospitable Jersey. Again, Gordon was cakeferous, even though he was the one in a hurry to get back. I believe that he managed to forget at least one item in every house and every car that we’ve been to. The spirit of the 120’s lives on.
So yeah, now back to Somerville, here I am wondering whether I will ever get any rest.
By the way, huge thanks to Kenny for driving. I had no idea before that Volkswagen made a 270 hp W8 monster of a Passat, but he somehow found it. Very sweet.
So, after being late to our own party, we did manage to pull it off. Always good to get back in touch with all the peeps. Cleaning up had to be accelerated, since we were leaving early in the morning to pick up Gordon on the way to Providence and then NYC.
For those of you who don’t know Gordon: he invented the word “cake”. Well, the word was around before him, but he gave it the new meaning of “constantly being late and/or doing something other than what you are supposed to do.” By the time we found his place in the heart of Jamaica Plain, got him some cash, collected all the things that he needed to collect, and said goodbye to his parents, we were late by around two hours. Then again, Pisit, who set the schedule, probably never expected us to really leave Providence by 10AM.
By the time we got to Providence, found Hakeem and Pisit, and finished checking out Pisit’s new place (which was very awesome, new, and full of potential), it was somewhere around 1PM. Cake hard.
Long story short, by the time we reconnected with Daisuke, made our way to Manhattan, and got Jon to wander into our midst, it was past 8. Huge kudos to Sunny for being patient with our lazy asses as we took forever and a half to walk over to the Thai restaurant where he, Jeff, Inga, and the gang were waiting.
After a fine dinner – over to the bar, from which we would eventually be kicked out for not looking like we belonged to Columbia Business School (as they rented the place for the nite). Oh well – again into the cold, and off to the Park Lounge. That place was pretty decent, once we got inside. Of course, that proved to be difficult for Jon, who wore sneakers. Cake very hard. No problem – I took off my shoes once I got in, and Susan carried them to Jon. At the entrance, Jon engaged in the following conversation:
Bouncer: “Hey, aren’t you that guy?”
Jon: “No, that guy left already” (takes back his ID, runs inside).
After sleeping over at Sunny’s place, Susan and I got up wicked early once again to check out the Russian art exhibit at the Guggenheim. I must say, I was impressed by the breadth of the collection, and by the quality of the exhibits. All the paintings that I’ve seen only in books or textbooks were there. Check it out, if you’re in the area.
From there: to the ferry, and back to hospitable Jersey. Again, Gordon was cakeferous, even though he was the one in a hurry to get back. I believe that he managed to forget at least one item in every house and every car that we’ve been to. The spirit of the 120’s lives on.
So yeah, now back to Somerville, here I am wondering whether I will ever get any rest.
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