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so this weekend happened.
guess i can start with friday. Bostonians went to this show in worcester, didn't sing all that great and the woman running it was a total bitch, but we made like $700 in cd sales so that's fun. Our car had the world's worst wendy's experience on the way home and then there was supposed to be fun fun bostonians drinking at karleen's but no one showed up. Didn't keep me from staying awake till 4am talking God and all that fun stuff.
So i ramble home, crack a beer and play my game against navy. Then i accidentally simulated tim's next game, whoops. I wrote some e-mail, took a shower, and was in bed around 6.
In an hour and a half I woke up. Hastily packed, and then went outside to meet with destiny. Adam TIM and Katie rolled up, i popped in, we hit lyons and then picked up Mr. Collier. And we drove under the sheraton and our trip was underway.
Car ride was kind of tough, i couldn't sleep, despite the 1 and a half hour thing. We got into new york around noon or something, played "new york new york" like assholes while driving down 2nd or 3rd. Katie and i were dropped off, we hit some little diner where i had some desperately needed eggs and toast to help with the hangover. Then i went to the church for chorale rehearsal, damn nice building. The the five of us went to our own hotel. Some little shit hole. We were making jokes about the dead maid in the closet and the whore under the bed. but whatever, it was a clean room and it took care of us fine.
I grabbed mcdonalds with sean and adam and then showered and tuxed up and went to the concert. Sean invented a fun game after we were making fun of bourbon susie for a bit, the game is make up names for brenda. Sean started with "old wooden shoes brenda" and "old three left feet brenda" i threw in "old cake in the ears brenda" and shit like that. It quickly deteriorated to finding anything we saw and sandwiching it between old and brenda. Such as "old don't mix colors with whites brenda" when adam saw a sign for laundry. Much fun was had by all and the game would continue for the weekend.
The concert was tough. Not bad, but pretty hard on our stamina. After the show we went out to dinner with mrs. umhoefer and her friend, mad hat bonnie (sean says it was mad aunt bonnie, but i prefer hat). We went to some place called hunters. It was mad good, i had salmon.
We kicked the subway back to the hotel, met sean's friend sarah, tried to work out a plan to hang with sarah kate and greg, no ids=no hanging out. but katie talked to obie and he said there was this bar not carding, so we went. The bar was o'lunneys, an irish pub on 46th, run my legitimate irish folks. Fun time. Obie had a tab going that reached like $150 by the night's end. In the mix was a couple free drinks here and there from our friendly bartender. Adam and katie left and we got a new bartender, Denver, who kept making jokes about tim sean and I triple-teaming sarah, then tim left and then sean and sarah, and then obie and i got some free shots. Then obie left. All the while, i'm trying to get a hold of greg, because their party was supposed to come to the pub. I ended up drinking and talking with these 2 30 year old chicks, on business, trading life stories and what not. Kind of surreal. Lights went on at 4:45 and we were shuffled out, i said goodbye to my friends and my bartender and heading to the marriot because somebody, brenda maybe, called me and told me to come. So i did, the hotel was a fair amount nicer than our own. I went up to kate and sarah's and fell asleep watching little mermaid tv show.
I woke up at 9 or 10 or sometime to a buzzing in my pants. Good thing i left my pants on and had my phone in my pocket or i may have had trouble with what came later that day. I woke up, mumbled something incoherent to adam, and looked outside. Holy shit. I saw a huge window and a nice shot of NYC and thought "where the fuck am i?" i quickly remembered. I took a last lingering look to my left and right and then peaced out of there. Definitely still drunk, didn't think i'd make it down the many many flights in the jolting glass walled elevator.
I eventually made it to the lion king where the five of us waited around and got standing room tickets for the lion king. Then to the hotel where some showering was done and they went to ground zero and i went to the movie theater to see Mulholland Drive. The movie, the second time around floored me. First time it was confusing and hell and it scared me and i was intrigued. This time, i just got it. It's amazing, it's genius. Chills and tears came to me so many times, not because anything was sad or truly scary, it was just so powerful. I want to see the scene in silencio where she sings "crying" in spanish. I want to see it over and over and over again. Best film of the year, without doubt. After the movie, i tried to calm myself and write my fiction story, it didn't work and i spent my time in starbucks gushing into adam's laptop about the film. Then i got a call from katie and headed to ESPN Sportszone for dinner. We got there and left, the $30 cover because of the all-star game wasn't our speed. So katie adam and i left for planet hollywood i guess and sean and TIM stayed to watch the end of the BC game. On our way to PH we got assaulted by some kid trying to get us to go to a comedy show. He was a hard sell. Guaranteed us better and cheaper food than PH. Nobody wanted to go, but me and the guy convinced them. So we went to hamburger harry's, talking the cover charge down from one of the comics and got in and buckled down for an hour of awkward entertainment. The burgers were amazing, the comedy was mostly bad, sometimes incredibly uncomfortable, and a couple of guys were legitimately funny. A hell of a time regardless.
And then it was time to book it for the lion king. oh my god. i had no idea what to expect. I had heard about the giraffes, and thought that was cool, but i was not prepared for the lenghts this show went. it was just amazing. Every aspect of the production was huge. The beginning circle of life and then the part where we see mufasa's head are about the coolest things i've seen on stage. THe most breathtaking stuff i've seen. Was talking to dan tonight about the mufasa's head scene, and apparently he's seen the show 14 times or something, and he says that entire scene never fails to completely amaze him. Breathtaking.
And then lion king ended, it was raining, and it was time to head home. Walked past Aida and was asked by some woman if we wanted tickets for a taping of letterman on monday. We had to go home. We had shit to do, no money, and i really really needed to be home to write and turn in stuff. We deliberated a great deal, i eventually gave in. Tim was a harder sell. It almost came to a coin toss. But tim came around, we got a room at the portland square hotel and got ready for another night.
Sean went uptown to see a friend, i wrote my story, katie and adam bought beer. We drank beer and i wrote. We watched insomniac, which was hilarious. drank some beers and headed to o'lunney's for some drinking. Rand into my 30 year old friends, got hugged and called "their sweetheart" as they left. Sean came, we had a round of morgan's. i had a beer and a guinness, we talked to each other and to denver a bit. katie and adam left. and tim and i decided it was time to hit a strip club.
We went to one nearby, but were carded and were not 21. The dude referred us to another place. As we walked, we were approached by a car with two young, bc looking whores. "want some company?" "huh?" "want a massage? $100 for a massage" "sounds a little steep" "how about a blowjob." Priceless. We passed the offer, got another beer and headed for stiletto's. it was all nude and 18 plus. A perfectly singular experience. I don't want to talk about it too much because it makes me feel dirty. But it truly is someting everyone should experience. And the guy at the door is right, you can only stare at titties for so long.
I got home nice and drunk around 4. Woke up at 9:30 to write write write. I did this, the kids went to ground zero but i had to write. I did, and then checked out and headed to the ed sullivan theatre to wait for our tickets. I went to kinko's and emailed what i had to e-mail. Then got a bagel and then back to the theater to wait outside in the coldest day ever. Got our tickets, and sean went to starbucks and the rest of us to MTV land to stand outside for TRL. That was fun, we were cold, acted like idiots when the camera showed us, and saw carson inside the window along with some girl whose ass was falling out and some idiot guy dancing that we all wanted to punch. Then it was time for Dave.
We went to roseland where they corralled all the guests. Finally, jimmy the douchebag gave us some awful speech that was not unlike what i imagine a communist leader would give. Came down to this: laughing and clapping good. Anything else bad. Then finally we headed to the sullivan theater, got seated (third row left) and prepared. Dave came out and it was cool as hell. We all started laughing, i mean, dave was right there. The show was really fun, especially the incredibly awkward interview with janet jackson, who was wearing some ridiculous outfit, caught dave looking at her breasts, and proceeded to never let go, and dave played an apt foil. Including bringing up michael and her personal life, two things you know she doesn't like talking about. Seriously janet, were an outfit that pushes your boobs up and creates mountains of cleavage, and well, people will look. Especially if there is a giant silver zipper right where the boobs meet. The show ended and it was sad. We thought our trip was over, and we were right.
Drove out of NYC, i tried with a little success to get some sleep. Ate at mcdonal'ds andthen kept driving. I got home, watched letterman to find out that they cut out the audience shot we were in, that sucked. And then i uhh, smoked and wrote this.
I need sleep, a lot of it. Unfortunately, i work at 10 tomorrow. Ah well.