Ah, July. It's a magical month, as it's the real beginning of the summer, the 4th, and my birthday.
Like a good American, I spent the 4th getting hammered and jolly in the company of good friends, literally sitting on top of the entire world in the lower east side of New York City.
After an amazing homemade dinner of broiled sirloin and roasted garlic spread on baguettes and three growlers full of decent beer, we sat around the apartment and drunkenly reveled in each other's company to the sounds of Devotchka. Leah and I even caught a bird's eye view of the east village from the roof of the building, while the blueish glow of dusk disappeared for the night, and it was glorious. We ended the evening by watching "Vampiros En Habana!", a Cuban adult animated flick from the 70's that Leah and I uhh-dore, featuring lots of Latin music, naked, ridiculously proportioned women with trembling, naked bosoms, and horribly racist characters. It's really a great, great movie.
Friday was a day where every piece of food I put into my mouth all day seemed like the best I had ever tasted, and the breezes along St. Mark's and Houston Street felt cool and sweet against my skin.
The most important part of the entire weekend, however, may have been the passing of the NFT guide from Leah to me-she got the 2008 version, and gave me her 2006 copy, that has gotten us to one end of the island and back, through a million miles of subway routes, and served as a security blanket for the past two years. I'm very glad to now be able to always have it close.
(I did take it saying, ""So? It's just 2006! It can't be THAT outdated!"
::opens book up directly to section about CBGB's::
"Ohhhhhhh!!! Poo!::
Saturday was spent walking around further uptown and polishing off the rest of the spirits, including popping a bottle of champagne for late afternoon mimosas. I was a bit tipsy on the F while heading back up to Penn Station.
I was sorry we didn't get out to the Brooklyn Bridge to see the waterfall, but we weren't in the mood to rush all over the city; the next time I'm in the city, not for work, I'll get out there.
After a weekend in the city, going back to my closet of an office is a bit easier, which is good because Sunday was horrifically busy, and with a shitty deadline.
My birthday is on Wednesday, which makes me old, and then on Thursday, I'm shipping up to Boston for a long weekend. I can't wait; I haven't been there in years, and it's such a playground. I hope I remember my camera this time, as I forgot to bring it to NYC for the weekend of the 4th (And, the only documentation we have of the whole entire weekend is of me grossing out the boys by tossing back a cup of pickle juice at the NY Burger Company. Pussies.)
Leah posted a way more detailed post of our weekend gallivanting on her blog, AND, there's pictures of KITTIES on it. She will also be eventually uploading the video of me doing pickle juice shots and delighting in the dollar I TOTALLY EARNED from doing so.
