Last weekend, Times Square. This weekend, South Street Seaport. I'm turning into a fucking tourist.
No, I can explain. Maureen was back in town and we decided we were going to walk across Brooklyn Bridge, which neither of us had done. Did a tour of DUMBO, walked by Grimaldi's (I don't care how good that shit is, I'm not waiting like 2 hours in line), walked down to the aforementioned tourist trap, did some good ol' fashioned Middle American mall shoppin', then rolled back up to the Lower East.
So yeah, a lot of walking.Saturday night at Arlene's - Veronica's Violet (okay), Orange Park (pretty good) and some band that neither of us liked.What I didn't do was see Kaiser Chiefs at the Bowery Ballroom on Friday. Looks like I missed a good show. I bought a tick right when they went on sale, but I had planned on going by myself and by the time Maureen and I decided on this weekend, the show was sold out. Waddayagonnado?
Now, I'm not missing Bloc Party on 4/7, ya hear? I might actually be there 4/6 as well for Lake Trout and Clap Your Hands And Say Yeah. We shall see - that'll be a game time decision.
I have a mullet. No, it's more like a mop top. I don't even know. What I do know is that I could probably make some extra cash on the side subletting part of my hair. I need to pick a hair style and go with it.I don't want to talk about that case with the lady and the judges and the parents and the husband and the senator but people can't seem to stop talking about it. Seriously, why is this news? Can't we go back to throwing out the baby with the social security bathwater?Finally, is it a bad sign when you often catch yourself starting sentences with "I don't wanna sound gay or nothing, but..."? Well, I watched Saved! last night. No no, that's not the gay part. Now, I don't wanna sound gay or nothing, but who woulda thunk that Patrick Fugit, that kid with all that baby fat on Almost Famous would turn out to look that good?
Okay, I'm going to go wash my typing fingers and download some heterosexual porn.
