All Caugth Up

August 23, 2008:

Friday night, after a long week, my friend Ana and her friend Dani take me to dinner in the meat packing district. It was a nice restaurant. In New York, during the summer, everyone eats outside as the weather is beautiful. So like everyone else, we enjoyed what mother-nature was putting out. Prior to any alcoholic beverages, my stomach wasn’t feeling up to par, so I went to the bathroom and tried to throw up. I was unsuccessful and decided that I wouldn’t drink because I didn’t want to further upset it.

Following dinner we proceeded to go out. We wound up at Tribe, this hip little bar in the east Village. I had been there a few times before. The music is great and the ambiance isn’t bad. Despite my prior intention of not drinking, we proceed to get pretty good and wasted. On the ride home, I ask the taxi to pull over as I had to toss my cookies.

I get home and head straight to the bathroom to be sick. Sally and her boy were suppose to come the next day so we could go to Jeff’s wedding. Well I wound up with a stomach flu (drinking was an awful idea) and wind up in bed the entire weekend with the flu. It sucked. I Sal for all of 15 mins and didn’t make it to Jeff’s wedding : (

This flu last well into the week but during tax season there is no such thing as being sick.

Labor Day Weekend:

My friend Steve comes to visit. I had to work on Saturday. He met me at work and then a bunch of us went to an Italian festival in Brooklyn. We had a blast. It was like the garlic festival for those who have been and also like Ourtown with a hint of street fair thrown into the mix. After stuffing ourselves with as much yummy food as possibly we then started playing fair games and going threw the fun houses set up. At one point, Steve and I enjoyed a dance in the street. After taking in all the Italian we could, Trey drove Steve and I to the train station.

Let me paint you a little picture. A strip of stores, cops outside the station door, and a ton of various ethnicities and don’t make you want to get out of the car. So Steve and I, the two whitest people in America brave the Ghetto and get out to jump on a train back to the City. We get our Metro cards, go threw the turn stile and find that there are no trains leaving from this station back to the city. We wanted to die.

We are now stuck, as Trey had left at least 10 mins prior, in a Ghetto section of Brooklyn not having any idea of where to go. I immediately start blowing up Treys phone to no avail. So we ask the cops where the nearest station Manhattan bound train is. They laugh at us and send us on our way. We start our adventure through the ghetto. I kept saying we were walking through the valley of the shadow of death. It was hilarious, yet super scary. After a mile or so walk we wind up at another train station. At this point we get in touch with Trey but we are already safely on our way back to the City. The entire ride home (which was an hour) we were crying laughing about anything and everything.

The next day we woke up and walked to Central park. We had an awesome day just hanging out enjoy the amazing weather. We then headed to Ikea as I had to return something. After we got back we went to a sushi place by my apartment. After a few drinks I decided we needed to be having cookies. So we ventured out to find the pre-made cookies that they sell. Of course, at 11 on a Sunday it is hard to find a place like that. Needless to say, I wound up making them from scratch. YUMMY!

The next day Steve left : ( and I ventured to Staten Island for a BBQ at Lizi’s familys house. It was quite nice. The drive was great and worked out well because as it turns out I would be saying goodbye to my car the next. I think it really felt like I moved as soon as I shipped my car home. It kinda felt like I was now trapped here or something. Anyway the next week came and went which leaves me to the Crisis of Faith weekend written about below.

August 13, 2008

This weekend was great. After work on Friday, Trey, J and I went to Houston’s for dinner. It was nice. I was exhausted as I had work till 4 am on Thursday night so I figured I would pass out. That however was not the case. I wound up going to bed at 5am. I woke up on Saturday at 1:00 only because my alarm went off. I jumped out of bed, got my laundry together, and headed out to make my basketball game. I dropped the laundry off by my building and set out to buy a pair of bball shoes and a ball. You would think I would have packed a pair, but I guess I didn’t think I would be ballin up here.

The games are played in a high school gym which is kinda cool. I had a blast. The people seem really cool. Afterwards we all went out for happy hour (or just dinner so to speak). I proceeded to walk home, watch some tv, and pass out. I went to bed around 10:30 and woke up at noon today. It was awesome. I needed to catch up on some major zzz’s. Today, Trey picked me up for work. Turns out there was a street fair outside the office so we part took in that before heading to the dungeon. Needless to say I worked for a bit and now I’m here writing to you guys. My plan now is to shower, do my hair and hit the hay. It’s going to be another long week, I can feel it.