May 13th, 2002. Monday
 

   

    So, le weekend...

    On Friday, I'd talked with Matt and we were both of the mind that we would like to stay in Brooklyn for the night. After a few hours, he reversed this position, and decided he wanted to go into Manhattan (the reverse of Brooklyn of course being Manhattan). Given my lack of sleep, I decided to remain in Brooklyn. So I did. I sat around, watching Bad Boys on HBO yet again, and watching the Phillies gamecast online. You know, when Bad Boys first came out, I thought it looked like a terrible movie. And even after I saw it, I thought it was pretty bad. But now I just find it terribly amusing. And the best news I got all day Friday was the discovery on imdb.com that "Bad Boys 2" starts filming this summer. Anyway, I got a call from Geoff, who was in Brooklyn, so that sounded like something to do.

    I met him and three of his friends at the Gate, on 3rd st. and 5th Ave. The friends were three girls he'd met at a bar a few months ago. Two of them were ok, one of them was quite possibly the most terrible individual I'd ever met. Or at least in the last year. Just awful. Annoying. Wrong. And she wouldn't stop touching me. I don't like that. At all. So we went from the Gate to Bar Reis, which has undergone a major overhaulI. It's double its seating capacity with the opening of a new room, and added a spiral staircase to make the loft area accessible. So the setting was pretty good. The company, however, was still wretched. So we walked down to Great Lakes, where I was hoping to find someone more interesting to talk to. That didn't happen, so instead I sat at the bar, mostly by myself, not talking to anyone. Which was actually preferable to talking to the annoying girl. Nice to hang out with Geoff though. The best part of the evening was the sausage, egg, and cheese sandwich from the Bageltique a 2 am.

    On Saturday, I had not one buy two barbecues to attend. The first was in honor of Nate's birthday. It was held at a community garden in the East Village where Nate has a little garden plot. I mostly sat in the gazebo and talked with Caryn and Nate's brother. I was still feeling kind of crappy from the night before. Caryn was playing a Pixies cd on the stereo, and for some reason it started to really bother me. It took me quite some time to realize that the reason was because the same song was on repeat for about 20 minutes, and lord knows how long before I got there. I looked over to the stereo and saw that it kept displaying "1" for the song number, but for some reason that didn't tip me off. I thought it might be the cd number, even though it was only a single disc player. I guess its a testament to the songwriting of the Pixies that their song can play for that long and still sound like different songs. Anyway, chips, salsa, pickles, hot dogs, and shredded pork sandwiches were all had, as were a few of the remaining Girl Scout cookies of mine that Caryn didn't consume. I'd ordered two boxes, and hadn't picked them up after two weeks, which to Caryn meant it was justifiable to eat them all. Anyway, I didn't get to stay too long, because I had another bbq to get to.

    So when I got back to Brooklyn, I sat in my room for a while, not sure that I wanted to go to the second bbq afterall. I was pretty happy sitting around my apartment or on the stoop and was kind of thinking of going to the park to enjoy the beautiful day. The bbq was at Jen K's house on the far, far southern border of Park Slope. Some wouldn't even call it Park Slope. I guess only those that live there would call it that. The elitists in the Center and North would call it Windsor Terrace. Anyway, I finally decided to go around 6, after being told to arrive anytime after 5. I picked up a six pack of beer on the way. The convenience store I chose had an odd variety of beers. I went with one called Fire Department or something, which was in support of Fire Departments, and claimed to donate a portion of the beer proceeds to the local NY Fire Departments. The label said "Taste the Pride!" The beer itself wasn't too bad, but at 9 dollars for a six pack, it certainly wasn't worth satisfying the curiousity of what pride is supposed to taste like. Anyway, I was afraid I'd be the last one there. Turned out I was the first. When I walked in, Jen K said "Believe it not, you're the first one here." Trying to be funny, I said "So I guess it's just you and me on the make-out couch." I said this as I was walking in, and right as "make-out couch" escaped my lips, I walked in and saw Jen K's boyfriend right in front of me. By "first one here" I guess she meant "first one here that didn't sleep here last night." I felt kind of bad saying it, but I don't really know why. Jen K thought chuckled at it, like I'd made some sort of faux pas, and maybe that made me feel a little uncomfortable. So I was kind of uncomfortable for a while there. I don't think anyone was offended or anything, but I hadn't seen him in a while and it was an odd way to greet someone after not seeing them in several months.

    Other guests included Joe, from the Parks Department, and Beth, Jen K's friend who I had a little brunch date with last week. Jen K made some sideways mention of me not ever calling Beth after that in an email last week. So that made me feel a little awkward around Beth, even though I'd seen her since the brunch. But it was mostly ok. There was a large discussion and anticipation about the arrival of one of Jen K's friends. The reason, and supposedly the reason for the bbq, was because this particular friend keeps a web journal, and they all love reading her innermost thoughts and dissecting them and laughing at the confessionals. Needless to say, this made me feel a bit uncomfortable. I'm fairly certain they know nothing about mine. If Jen K knew, she wouldn't be the kind to keep her mouth shut about it. Still, I do feel a need to go back and fix the few entries where I mention her by her first and last name. I just don't want any new people stumbling on my page, especially after what was said about this girl's webpage. I've seen her page, and it's nothing to write home about, but isn't particularly awful. Just exactly what you might expect. Apparently Jen K's boyfriend sends out a digest that summarizes each update. So they're pretty into it. I told them they should all do something ridiculous to make sure she writes about them. Anyway, when she finally showed up with her boyfriend- who i think she met in that weird online journal community- that's all I could think about. What a weirdo. And her boyfriend too. Dylan had come a little after me, and I was glad he was there. He's much better at pinpointing exactly what he doesn't like about a person, whereas I just have this vague sense of hatred. So when we were leaving, I asked "Dylan, could you do me a favor and vocalize exactly why I didn't like that guy at all?" And he was like "Sure. First, she said..." It's nice to have him around at those times. Anyway, I ate way too much, and then felt sick, and then ate another hot dog. I have problems.

    After getting home, Jen came over, and then we went out drinking. We hit Bar Reis and sat upstairs in the loft and watched two lesbians, hoping they'd start to make out. But after some pretty tepid leg-rubbing, they just left. It was disappointing, but at least we got the area to ourselves. The loft was pretty nice. I like looking down on people. Then we walked over to Great Lakes. It was surprisingly empty for a Saturday night. the night before was packed as it normally is. So we sat around, and Jen shared some rather interesting fantasies of hers. There was also a sort of attractive woman who looked like she was in her mid-30's sitting at the bar with an unattractive friend. I told Jen I was humoring the notion of going over there and "hitting on the mom." I reasoned that she was probably out trying to regain some sort of youth. So I told Jen we should take her home. "Let's make her feel young again," is what I said. Jen was having no part of it, and I certainly wasn't going to do anything by myself, so besides trying to make funny faces in the hopes of initiating eye contact, and just sat there and amused myself with lame Mrs. Robinson type jokes. Then walked over to Loki, where the reverse bridge and tunnel crowd goes when they come out to Brooklyn. Jen had never been there and was curious. So we stopped by for about 18 seconds before being overwhelmed by the terribleness, and left. The only place in the Slope that checks ID at the door. There's no need for that. We're all friends here...

    After getting a grilled cheese, we just sat around my room watching Sportscenter. Jen was dreading the prospect of sleeping in Jed's room, who was away for the weekend. The fact that a pile of clothes was preventing the door from opening all the way was just the first problem. The smell- which was a house issue more than a Jed issue- the clutter, and ultra flat pillows were also a problem a think. Anyway, Jen had to go out to Long Island early, which is why she stayed at our place. I woke her up at 9:30, tried to make chit-chat, and then fell right back asleep.

    I spent most of Sunday in my room, playing the guitar and mp3ing Underpants Cowboy tapes. I also watched most of "A Knight's Tale" again for some reason, and inexplicably, "Money Train." I was only really interested because Robert Blake was in it, as well as Jennifer Lopez. I don't like her at all, but there was always this gap in my memory when I thought about her movie career. I thought there was a movie I was forgetting, because her ascension to stardom seemed too quick. I never bothered to check, but I was certain there was a missing movie in my memory. I just like to keep track of these things. And that movie was "Money Train." A terrible film. But a good settler of nagging curiousities for me. And I knew I'd seen Robert Blake in a movie in the last 8 years as well. I was wondering if that was the reason they were showing the movie, what with the murder trial and all. Maybe it was the last movie he was in. Anyway, that was my day.

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