March 11th, 2002. Monday

 
    The most significant aspect of the weekend was my noticing an ever-increasing fondness for the borough of Brooklyn. I'm really enjoying living in Brooklyn, and especially just hanging out around the area. We went to two terrible bars on Friday night in Manhattan, and the whole ordeal just made me really remember what I hated about going out in Manhattan. Everywhere is too crowded and loud and expensive, and it's just a big meat market. I prefer the quieter, cheaper, more subtle meat markets of Brooklyn.

    Friday night, I went with Dylan and Matt into the city. The first destination was a bar called Nikkta. An acquaintence of Dylan's was having her birthday party there. It sucked, and we had to waste money on coat check. We got out of there after one beer, and wandered further west, looking for a bar called the Other Room. The far west of the Village is one confusing entanglement of roads. It still baffles me how West 4th St. can intersect with West 10th St. Somewhere west of 7th ave, all the streets below 14th take an extreme dip to the southwest. It's very odd, and makes finding anywhere difficult. After a long search, we found the place, saw that it was packed, and didn't even go in. Instead, we got in a cab and headed over to the Lower East Side to meet Jed, who was meeting some friends from his hometown of Wheeling, WV, at the Rivertown Lounge on Orchard street. He'd run into my brother Geoff on the street, and Geoff and his friends accompanied him to the bar. I'd been there once before, a few months ago with Caryn, and wasn't very impressed with the place. If I'm not impressed with a place on an early tuesday evening, chances are I'll like the place even less on a crowded Friday night. And the place really sucked. it was too loud, to crowded, and really no fun at all. Jed's friends were all drunk and sort of interesting. Or maybe "were all drunk and so were interesting," would be a better fit. Anyway, we stood around for a while and watched this girl latch onto Jed. Pretty seriously. She didn't really have an interest in talking with anybody else. And we also gained great amusement from watching this little asian girl, who couldn't have been more than 4 and a half feet tall, dancing with this gigantic black man, who was easily 6'3", 350 lbs. Easily. I actually halted conversation to point this out. Anyway, after a while, we'd had enough, and took a cab back to Matt's place, where we spent too long playing video games.

    I spent most of Saturday sleeping, thinking of sleeping, and trying not to fall asleep. Then I met a group of friends from college down at Long Tan on 5th Ave. In Brooklyn. Because Brooklyn rocks. Anyway, the crowd consisted of my former roommate Aaron, his girlfriend, our friend Marc, and our friend Susannah. For much of the opening parts of the conversation, I was preoccupied with trying to remember the name of a particular G.I. Joe character. Aaron had mentioned that he was up at FAO Schwartz earlier in the day, and had seen a large G.I. Joe display. He'd gotten into a little conversation with some random guy there about G.I. Joe, and his girlfriend had not been pleased. Anyway, I couldn't remember the name of the ninja in white that was a member of Cobra. It was driving me batty. So after sort of paying attention to the conversation for a few minutes, I finally screamed "Stormshadow!" I wonder if they're laughter was just the polite kind.

    Later in the evening, Marc and I wandered down to Great Lakes. Jed was going to meet us, but thought he should just go home after falling asleep on the subway and missing our stop. I thought maybe I shouldn't go. You never know who you'll run into, and there was more than one or two people I really didn't want to see. I saw that Paula girl, who i'd seen a hundred times before and only just met on thursday. She was there with her friend Betsy, who i also met thursday. No surprise there. As far as I know, they're always there. Then again, they could say the same thing about me. Somehow I managed to stay until last call, and then for about a half hour after that, not talking to anybody in particular. But it was nice to be out.
 
 
 

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