First of all, I would have told off that bitch on the street. Okay, lots of people talk and their phones on the street. Lots of people say things in public that
it might be better if they had kept it to themselves. But this women said "Well, my life's my own fucking business and what I do is nobody's fucking business and don't you tell me a motherfucking thing...." et cetera. I really had to bite my lip in order not to turn to her and say "If it's your business, then keep it to yourself, because I don't want to know, but now that I do, you sound like an idiot, and an asshole, and frankly sweetheart it might be good for you to listen to someone else's opinion once in while... "
Today I got up at the crack of ten am and by 4:30 had finished breakfast and getting dressed and all that. I intended to work, since I didn't, really, on Friday, but oh well, maybe later.
It's hot.
The best blog of what's going on in the city is
NewYorkology. I am advised by them, as well as by TONY and BTS, for example, that Les Paul is playing at the Iridium ballroom, and he is amazing. And 50 bucks.
Suzanne Vega is playing in Brooklyn on Thursayd, and that is $36 dollars and far away, so I won't go to that either.
We did go out for dinner at
our favorite French place last night and then down to the white-guy Latin jazz at
SMOKE, where they did in fact charge us up to the minimum even though we ordered three drinks for three people, because our friend the waitress that we went to see left early. Also, we cabbed both ways. Total for the evening: $183.00
There are only a few weeks of summer left before I start school and the paying job, and we have not yet taken a boatride and had a fancy romantic dinner at the
boathouse, probably because I broke up with my boyfriend in May and now feel bad making him take me on expensive dates. Or rather, dates known in advance to be expensive. I was in the park Saturday reading, and walking back up noticed a line of about 60 people waiting for boats, which I have never seen before. Teh pond has become covered with green scum.
We also did not go kayak in the river. Big river, small boat, not for me.
We have not been to
Wavehill. We intend to do that, though last time we tried I got grouchy about his slowness and insisted on turning around.
There is an occasional roller rink open weekends at coney island, in the decrepit building which housed the lame ass post-Mermaid parade party. Skaters are pleased, since there's been no skating in Mahattan since Roxy's closed last year. I don't mind that, since Roxy's ripped us off (um, open bar included in ticket price?) and kept us waiting in the cold for more than two hours and New Years, and skating there was like battling evil badly coordinated ghetto aliens on wheels. Of course, there still is no skating in Manhattan, unless you count skating in the park in the afternoons, which is COOL, though apparently people who have been skating since the 70s don't like asphalt. So they will haul their costumed asses from Jersey to Coney Island, and you are welcome to go see them if you like that sort of thing.
We did go to the beach at Rockaway. Um, take the A and transfer to the S, don't hoof it over the bridge like we did. I've concluded the ocean around the city is just gross, and people shouldn't swim in it. Really. Gross. Dead jelly fish banging against out legs gross.
Clearly I am not in good mood today, perhaps because I did neither work nor fun, though I did go to the bank and post an ad on craiglist looking for another roommate that we really don't want. Glamorous New York living, right there.
Daily Bedpost (vaguely neat site) posted
a list of recommendations for the guy looking for things to do that are better than sex for a hundred celebate days, which he is blogging, although often without details or where when and how much.
I don't know why people recommend the Staten Island ferry as a New York to-do. It's ghetto travel, and often COLD and windy out on teh water, and I really feel for the Staten Islanders who have to battle their way through touists in order to get to and from work in Manhattan. And no, you don't have a good view of the statue of liberty; she's mysteriously far away. Better to view her from the cafe at Battery Park where you can have a cold drink.
I did intend to go to the
New Museum sometime this weekend, but didn't feel like going on the way downtown when
my trains are running local. On the other hand, as long as I put off my plans, I always have lots on my upcoming calendar.
