It's a rare weekend when I don't have time to blog, my friends, but this past one was one such. All in all, a pretty amazing couple of days.
Friday night is a bit of a blur. I met Chris for a couple drinks at G Bar after work (note to self: Must stop drinking in bars just because you have a crush on the cute cocktail server) and we had yet another of those discussions I love in which we range in topics from old Looney Tunes cartoons to solving our problems with meeting quality men. Sadly, I didn't show some sense and go home directly afterward, but instead went to Total Wine Bar and drank lots more wine, and got blottoed. I don't do that very often, and Friday is the perfect cautionary tale as to why I shouldn't: I ended up spilling most of a glass of red wine all over my shirt. Grade A disaster. As Chris said when I told the tale later in the weekend, "Were you wearing your customary white shirt?"
I was. And when did I get so predictable?!?
Saturday morning, I got up and showed my friend Sal my apartment. I think he might be staying in it and taking care of it for my while I'm away -- or at least from June on. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. He says he wants to get away from his roommate and wants to look for a place of his own in Brooklyn, so being able to stay in my place while he looks should be a help. I'll keep my fingers crossed that it works out, since the subletter I'd hoped to have lined up didn't work out.
After meeting Sal (with, yes, a full-on hangover) and having a spot of lunch, I dashed back to my apartment for a shower and a shave, and dashed off to meet Ken Bolden. We were going to see Ashes and Snow, an amazing art exhibit on Pier 54 that displays these large-format photos of humans interacting with wild animals. This exhibit is absolutely astounding. I found the still images most moving, but there's also a thirty-minute film that plays at the end of the exhibition that shows the same interactions. I found it less compelling than the still images.
On Sunday morning, I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and grabbed a train into Manhattan, where I met my gay.com friend Christian, and we had a little biking adventure. On our last adventure (last year, sadly -- with my working out of town so much, we haven't had many opportunities to do long bike rides), we did a 30 mile bike ride around Jamaica bay.
This time, I decided -- despite not having my passport handy -- to cross into New Jersey and ride on his home turf. We met in Manhattan at West 4th Street, and took the A train up to 175th, where we biked across the George Washington Bridge, and then south along the Palisades to Hoboken, where I caught my first-ever water taxi back to Manhattan.
It was an impossibly glorious day, and although the Jersey waterfront trails are pretty spotty -- we mostly had to ride on the streets -- some of the views of Manhattan are pretty spectacular. I took a bunch of pictures with a camera I borrowed from work, and I'll post 'em as soon as I have a chance.
Finally, I rushed home and had just enough time for nap before scrubbing down in the shower and heading back into town for Badomi DeCesare's show at Helen's, in Chelsea. It was a CD release performance for her latest CD, A Foreign Affair with Badomi DeCesare. I can't recommend her albums enough, and the real surprise is that I really loved the live show. I generally find myself disappointed by singers who I've learned to adore through their recordings -- the live experience rarely lives up. But not this time. She had an amazing band behind her, and they sounded every bit as polished in person as they did in the music I'd heard.
You really should check out her stuff.
So, anyway, that's why you haven't heard from me in three days. Forgive me?
Friday night is a bit of a blur. I met Chris for a couple drinks at G Bar after work (note to self: Must stop drinking in bars just because you have a crush on the cute cocktail server) and we had yet another of those discussions I love in which we range in topics from old Looney Tunes cartoons to solving our problems with meeting quality men. Sadly, I didn't show some sense and go home directly afterward, but instead went to Total Wine Bar and drank lots more wine, and got blottoed. I don't do that very often, and Friday is the perfect cautionary tale as to why I shouldn't: I ended up spilling most of a glass of red wine all over my shirt. Grade A disaster. As Chris said when I told the tale later in the weekend, "Were you wearing your customary white shirt?"
I was. And when did I get so predictable?!?
Saturday morning, I got up and showed my friend Sal my apartment. I think he might be staying in it and taking care of it for my while I'm away -- or at least from June on. I'm keeping my fingers crossed. He says he wants to get away from his roommate and wants to look for a place of his own in Brooklyn, so being able to stay in my place while he looks should be a help. I'll keep my fingers crossed that it works out, since the subletter I'd hoped to have lined up didn't work out.
After meeting Sal (with, yes, a full-on hangover) and having a spot of lunch, I dashed back to my apartment for a shower and a shave, and dashed off to meet Ken Bolden. We were going to see Ashes and Snow, an amazing art exhibit on Pier 54 that displays these large-format photos of humans interacting with wild animals. This exhibit is absolutely astounding. I found the still images most moving, but there's also a thirty-minute film that plays at the end of the exhibition that shows the same interactions. I found it less compelling than the still images.
On Sunday morning, I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and grabbed a train into Manhattan, where I met my gay.com friend Christian, and we had a little biking adventure. On our last adventure (last year, sadly -- with my working out of town so much, we haven't had many opportunities to do long bike rides), we did a 30 mile bike ride around Jamaica bay.This time, I decided -- despite not having my passport handy -- to cross into New Jersey and ride on his home turf. We met in Manhattan at West 4th Street, and took the A train up to 175th, where we biked across the George Washington Bridge, and then south along the Palisades to Hoboken, where I caught my first-ever water taxi back to Manhattan.
It was an impossibly glorious day, and although the Jersey waterfront trails are pretty spotty -- we mostly had to ride on the streets -- some of the views of Manhattan are pretty spectacular. I took a bunch of pictures with a camera I borrowed from work, and I'll post 'em as soon as I have a chance.
Finally, I rushed home and had just enough time for nap before scrubbing down in the shower and heading back into town for Badomi DeCesare's show at Helen's, in Chelsea. It was a CD release performance for her latest CD, A Foreign Affair with Badomi DeCesare. I can't recommend her albums enough, and the real surprise is that I really loved the live show. I generally find myself disappointed by singers who I've learned to adore through their recordings -- the live experience rarely lives up. But not this time. She had an amazing band behind her, and they sounded every bit as polished in person as they did in the music I'd heard.
You really should check out her stuff.
So, anyway, that's why you haven't heard from me in three days. Forgive me?
No comments:
Post a Comment