July 26th, 2001.  Thursday

 
    I've been really lazy about writing for the past few weeks. Not a lot of time. Or, more precisely, not as much of my prime writing time as I would like. With Nora here, I've been going to bed before midnight with astounding frequency. Here's a little bit of the last six days or so.
    On saturday, i helped James move my drum set into the city, so he could set them up in a studio at the New School. His girlfriend goes there, and has access to the studio over the summer, so James figured he'd record his next album over there. It was too hot, and I didn't really want to move a bunch of stuff around, but for some reason I felt a need to go into Manhattan early in the day. So I hopped into James' Buick LeSabre and drove into the city with James and his friend Dierdre. Another factor in my desire to go to Manhattan was the fact that the Manhattan Bridge would be closing the next day, and will be closed until 2004. So I figured I'd take one last trip across it. I took some pictures. Why not? So we set up all the crap and tested the sound a bit, and I had a bit of fun wailing on the drum set, something I really haven't gotten to do in almost three years I think. It just felt kind cool to sit at the drum kit with the headphones on and listen to James in the control room. Anyway, I had quite a hankering for Taco Bell, so Dierdre walked with me over to the Taco Bell on 14th St. Then we sat around Union Square for a while, enjoying the nice weather and watching people walk by. We were sitting on the grass, which is fenced off except for a few entrances, and sitting right by the fence made us feel like we were exhibits in a zoo or something, as people would walk by and stare at us. Then we went as I continued my year-long search for new sneakers. Fruitless, as usual.
    Continuing...That night I had dinner at the Park Slope brewery with Jed and Nora, and met Aaron, his girlfriend Hilary, and their friend Susanna, who we attended college with. I wasn't really into it, the dinner I mean, and mostly watched the Phillies-Mets game on the TV. After dinner I went into the city to see Caryn, who was having a little birthday celebration at a bar on Mott and Houston St. It was sorta fun. Around 1 or 2 am we headed further southeast to this bar Motor City. The whole evening was surprisingly contenting, and it made me really wish I lived in Manhattan. The next day, i decided I was going to do whatever I need to do to live in Manhattan. That probably won't hold up, but it'd be nice. The next afternoon I met Rodzilla in the East Village for coffee, and ended up having a light brunch. We ate at the Crooked Tree, a small crepe shop(pe) on St. Marks. A nice sunday afternoon in the village. Then back to Brooklyn where I watched TV for a while, then went up to Prospect Park with good old Nora. We sat there for a while, trying to decide whether or not to sit in the shade or sun, and settling somewhere in between. When we moved to a spot further down the hill we were on, Nora kept saying "It smells like poo here." After about 5 minutes of trying to ignore it, we couldn't take it anymore. Nora was like "Do you see it anywhere?" and right then I lowered my head down to the edge of my towel, and saw a semi-dried pile of what I hope was dog shit. Mystery solved, we moved again, and had a very nice late afternoon in the park, reading, watching the sky full of kites, and commenting on the various people in the park. We're mean. But really really funny. The beautiful afternoon softened me on my must-live-in-Manhattan stance a bit. Really a fabulous afternoon.
    So on monday... I guess I went to work. Then I think I went to the gym. Then I guess I came home. This is why i really need to start writing more. Of course, i'm assuming that I really do need to remember what I did every single day. Nora says she worked 1-8:30. I don't know what I did the rest of the day, so let's move on.
    Tuesday, after work I met James at Bar Ries on 5th ave for a beer in the back garden area. A nice little bar. Then went into the city, thinking Rodzilla and I had made plans to get a drink the day before, and naturally assumed the planz were still on. So I wandered around Lower Manhattan for a while, picked up my paycheck from Kaplan, had a beer at Cafe Pick Me Up, then came home.
    Wednesday: after work met up with Matt, who A) just finished the New York State Bar Exam, and B) is now sporting an impressively full red beard. The funny thing is that the hair on his head is sort of a light brown. So it's a bit weird that he has a red beard. He hadn't shaved at all while in his Bar exam study seclusions, and I guess he just let it go. Anyway, Rodzilla called and said she had got out of work early, so she came over and Jed, Matt, Rodzilla, and I went down to Bar Ries, then over to the air conditioning of Great Lakes when the heat got too oppressive. Various funny stories were told. For one reason of another, we were talking about breast feeding, something about Jed's oral fixation or something, and Matt told us that his mom told him that when Matt was a child and was breast fed, he would take his right arm and rest it on his mom's other breast. That was a hoot. So a fun night. Spent most of today in zombie mode. Not too much fun. That's about it. so I'm caught up now. yippee. We'll try this again in a few days.

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