Almost Criminal.
I would hate to begin this post discussing something as arbitrary as the weather, but it is just too wonderful to go unnoticed. My walk to work this morning was a little bit of amazing. Does anyone want to eat lunch in Washington Square Park today? You know what this weather means. If you guessed skirts, you my friend, are correct.
Weekend Update With Jay Belin.
Anyway, let me talk about this weekend for a couple minutes. It was quite grand despite my lack of funds. Friday night Kyle, Noah, Oveis, Beach and I headed to Festival for a big dinner complete with margaritas and tons of guacamole. It was a fantastic meal that laid the foundation for a great night. I ran out of dinner in somewhat of a rush in an effort to catch the Spicy Rizzak's set at Sin-e.
The Rizzak's show was an all ages gig which is something I haven't been privy to in a long while. It felt like I was transported back to the Crowbar in State College, PA. This was my old haunt through the latter stages of middle school and through high school. This venue played host to my friends and I while we struggled to brand our identities with our musical tastes and flasks full of whiskey. So might think this kind of flashback would be welcomed, but upon reflection, it is a scene I would have rather left forgotten. Don't get me wrong, I'm not ashamed of that period of my life, but watching the kids at Sin-e run around all drugged out and disrespectful really made me want to puke. For instance, I was standing at the bar with Karen when the Rizzak's began their set. A train of 6 or 7 girls started dancing their way through the crowd only to run full on into Karen which caused her to dump half her beer down the front of my jacket. At that point I wished it was curfew hour.
Once the kids started dancing around and making out, I decided it was time to slip to the back of the venue so I could concentrate on the music rather than my utter disgust of the scene. The Rizzak's style could best be described as punk-a-billy, but they really lean on the Misfits influence but their songs are more playful. Their lead singer's muse is obviously Glenn Danzig, but he manages to throw in hints of Elvis. Josh seemed to be the anchor of the band. He laid down some serious bass lines that were fast enough to make Fat Mike proud. I also enjoyed the Creedence esque guitar solos that could have used a bit more amplification in the mix.
After their set, I sped back home to catch an hour nap before D, Kyle and I headed to Lakeside lounge for Jeff Pfiel's birthday celebration. We were met out front by Leclare who informed me that I forgot to mention our run in post Von Bondies show. Are you happy now Leclare? We cruised inside and gave Jeff hugs and kisses. He was wearing some serious ice that really tied his outfit together. I don't know how or where he got the "Jigga" belt buckle, but props to all those involved. There were tons of kids at the bar, and it would be impossible to mention everyone, but some of the night's highlights included: Taking a shot with Lou, a photo booth session with Flynne and Stephanie, the girl who was puking out of a beamer that was parked outside the bar and Jessica kissing me then saying "Put that on your blog".
Saturday started with what might be the best brunch I've ever had. Noah, Sivan, Hawkins, Builder and I met at cafe Mogador on St. Mark's Place. While waiting outside of the cafe we ran into Lauren Blitzer who I haven't seen in ages. It was strange seeing someone I haven't spoken to since my sophomore year at school, but it is always nice to catch up. Sivan used to work at the restaurant so we got the red carpet treatment. Free juice, tea and dessert were hooked up through her connections to the cooks and wait staff. There is a new weekend rule that Sivan and I must eat there every Saturday or Sunday.
Following brunch I ran into my older brother, as he likes to call me, at Kate's on Avenue B. I chatted him and his lovely company up for a few before returning to 186 where Builder and Noah were hanging out on the fire escape. Eventually Builder, Kyle and I piled in his car and headed out to Mikey's in Brooklyn to chill out in his back yard while smoking some big cigars. The sun went down and the cold came back so we retired to the kitchen where we sat around bullshitting for quite some time. Katie and Noor showed up with some delicious snacks and then Katie tried to help me out with my monetary situation, but to no avail. If you were there, you know what I'm talking about.
We came back into town to prepare for Saturday night. The original plan was to head out to Crown Heights for Brody's birthday party, but I flaked on it after a bunch of kids showed up at the house. Noah, Lance, Jody and his lady friend whose name escapes me at the moment, Jack, Kyle and I played some asshole in the kitchen after buying the corner deli out of $4 six-packs of PBR. It was genius. Eventually we all got a bit tossed which lead to Lance, Jack and I geeking out in my bedroom to my annexed case of CD's. We went from NOFX to Suicide Machines and everything in between. It was embarrassing, but the PBR helped cover that up. Karen and Sivan rolled through after a show at the Luna as did Sean and Sarah. Around 12am or so, we all headed to Oveis's crib where a party was going down.
If you have yet to meet Oveis or see his apartment, take it from me, its gigantic. It is prime local for a big party and this one delivered. There were a lot of kids there I didn't know, but it didn't stop me from helping myself to the huge table of alcohol. A few Captains and Coke later, and I was proper bevvied. Kyle managed to get a bit too sauced so he went back to D's apartment. At this point D and I got into some drunken conversations about what, I couldn't tell you. Later in the evening I found myself in Alec's room rocking out to the Bishop Allen Ep before Beach, Stevo and I executed a perfect Culkin on Mr. Chernin. Beach managed to get Noah turned around at which point I dropped to the ground and he got the push from Beach and Stevo. Noah went down hard, but he was a good sport about the whole incident. Everything after this point is hazy, but I can guarantee that a PB & J sandwich was involved. I managed to make my way home, and I probably kept someone up with my drunk snoring.
My internal clock woke me up with just enough time to take a piss and sit down for the final Democratic debate before tomorrow's primaries. If you ask me, and many don't, Kucinich came out as the winner of yesterdays proceedings. He seemed to be the only candidate that could give a straight answer. While Kerry was busy attacking Bush, Edwards was going after Kerry. This left the good Rev. Al Sharpton a single target, the moderators. Poor Dan Rather, he must have been crying on the inside. Oh, and a question, what's with the negative stigma attached to the word liberal? Is it truly a bad idea? Why couldn't Kerry give a straight answer on anything? If this debate had any affect it probably was added confusion to an important decision many American's have to make tomorrow.
By 3pm I was growing restless so I met Stevo and his buddy Matt at the corner of Houston and A. We cruised up to Tompkins Square Park to toss the football around. While at the park we ran into Ruby who could handle pigskin like the best of them. Apparently her father was a linebacker at UCLA so football is in the blood. Travis and Max showed up as we all tried to soak up some of the beautiful weather. We made our way over to the dog park where we were joined by Builder, Hawkins and Christie before heading up to B-side to see Adam on the decks.
At B-side we had our run at the pool table and we might have drank the place out of the Budweiser short stacks. Sivan and Hole were sitting in the joint when we walked in. Mike also showed up and we sat up front with Adam while the kids had their run of the bar. Josie was sweet enough to keep the drinks rolling in until she was replaced by Carlos who hooked me up since I passed him a burned copy of the Grey Album. Daylen, Jack and Noah cruised through B-side after their viewing of The Passion of the Christ. Their reviews of the film added to my Catholic born apprehension to avoid it. I've read the story enough to know what happened. I don't need to see Mel Gibson's take on the crucifixion of our apparent savior.
Noah, D, Kyle, Daylen and I went back down to 186 so we could score some Tiny's and watch the Oscar's. I know it’s been mentioned before, but their tuna melt will kick your ass in an enjoyable fashion. I didn't make it long after the sandwich was gone, so if you were like me, here are a list of the winners. It was nice to see TLOR team get their just desserts, but I was pulling for Sofia.
Ok, that's all for now, I'll try to add some links later this afternoon. And don't forget about Sin-e tomorrow night, its going to be a good time.
I would hate to begin this post discussing something as arbitrary as the weather, but it is just too wonderful to go unnoticed. My walk to work this morning was a little bit of amazing. Does anyone want to eat lunch in Washington Square Park today? You know what this weather means. If you guessed skirts, you my friend, are correct.
Weekend Update With Jay Belin.
Anyway, let me talk about this weekend for a couple minutes. It was quite grand despite my lack of funds. Friday night Kyle, Noah, Oveis, Beach and I headed to Festival for a big dinner complete with margaritas and tons of guacamole. It was a fantastic meal that laid the foundation for a great night. I ran out of dinner in somewhat of a rush in an effort to catch the Spicy Rizzak's set at Sin-e.
The Rizzak's show was an all ages gig which is something I haven't been privy to in a long while. It felt like I was transported back to the Crowbar in State College, PA. This was my old haunt through the latter stages of middle school and through high school. This venue played host to my friends and I while we struggled to brand our identities with our musical tastes and flasks full of whiskey. So might think this kind of flashback would be welcomed, but upon reflection, it is a scene I would have rather left forgotten. Don't get me wrong, I'm not ashamed of that period of my life, but watching the kids at Sin-e run around all drugged out and disrespectful really made me want to puke. For instance, I was standing at the bar with Karen when the Rizzak's began their set. A train of 6 or 7 girls started dancing their way through the crowd only to run full on into Karen which caused her to dump half her beer down the front of my jacket. At that point I wished it was curfew hour.
Once the kids started dancing around and making out, I decided it was time to slip to the back of the venue so I could concentrate on the music rather than my utter disgust of the scene. The Rizzak's style could best be described as punk-a-billy, but they really lean on the Misfits influence but their songs are more playful. Their lead singer's muse is obviously Glenn Danzig, but he manages to throw in hints of Elvis. Josh seemed to be the anchor of the band. He laid down some serious bass lines that were fast enough to make Fat Mike proud. I also enjoyed the Creedence esque guitar solos that could have used a bit more amplification in the mix.
After their set, I sped back home to catch an hour nap before D, Kyle and I headed to Lakeside lounge for Jeff Pfiel's birthday celebration. We were met out front by Leclare who informed me that I forgot to mention our run in post Von Bondies show. Are you happy now Leclare? We cruised inside and gave Jeff hugs and kisses. He was wearing some serious ice that really tied his outfit together. I don't know how or where he got the "Jigga" belt buckle, but props to all those involved. There were tons of kids at the bar, and it would be impossible to mention everyone, but some of the night's highlights included: Taking a shot with Lou, a photo booth session with Flynne and Stephanie, the girl who was puking out of a beamer that was parked outside the bar and Jessica kissing me then saying "Put that on your blog".
Saturday started with what might be the best brunch I've ever had. Noah, Sivan, Hawkins, Builder and I met at cafe Mogador on St. Mark's Place. While waiting outside of the cafe we ran into Lauren Blitzer who I haven't seen in ages. It was strange seeing someone I haven't spoken to since my sophomore year at school, but it is always nice to catch up. Sivan used to work at the restaurant so we got the red carpet treatment. Free juice, tea and dessert were hooked up through her connections to the cooks and wait staff. There is a new weekend rule that Sivan and I must eat there every Saturday or Sunday.
Following brunch I ran into my older brother, as he likes to call me, at Kate's on Avenue B. I chatted him and his lovely company up for a few before returning to 186 where Builder and Noah were hanging out on the fire escape. Eventually Builder, Kyle and I piled in his car and headed out to Mikey's in Brooklyn to chill out in his back yard while smoking some big cigars. The sun went down and the cold came back so we retired to the kitchen where we sat around bullshitting for quite some time. Katie and Noor showed up with some delicious snacks and then Katie tried to help me out with my monetary situation, but to no avail. If you were there, you know what I'm talking about.
We came back into town to prepare for Saturday night. The original plan was to head out to Crown Heights for Brody's birthday party, but I flaked on it after a bunch of kids showed up at the house. Noah, Lance, Jody and his lady friend whose name escapes me at the moment, Jack, Kyle and I played some asshole in the kitchen after buying the corner deli out of $4 six-packs of PBR. It was genius. Eventually we all got a bit tossed which lead to Lance, Jack and I geeking out in my bedroom to my annexed case of CD's. We went from NOFX to Suicide Machines and everything in between. It was embarrassing, but the PBR helped cover that up. Karen and Sivan rolled through after a show at the Luna as did Sean and Sarah. Around 12am or so, we all headed to Oveis's crib where a party was going down.
If you have yet to meet Oveis or see his apartment, take it from me, its gigantic. It is prime local for a big party and this one delivered. There were a lot of kids there I didn't know, but it didn't stop me from helping myself to the huge table of alcohol. A few Captains and Coke later, and I was proper bevvied. Kyle managed to get a bit too sauced so he went back to D's apartment. At this point D and I got into some drunken conversations about what, I couldn't tell you. Later in the evening I found myself in Alec's room rocking out to the Bishop Allen Ep before Beach, Stevo and I executed a perfect Culkin on Mr. Chernin. Beach managed to get Noah turned around at which point I dropped to the ground and he got the push from Beach and Stevo. Noah went down hard, but he was a good sport about the whole incident. Everything after this point is hazy, but I can guarantee that a PB & J sandwich was involved. I managed to make my way home, and I probably kept someone up with my drunk snoring.
My internal clock woke me up with just enough time to take a piss and sit down for the final Democratic debate before tomorrow's primaries. If you ask me, and many don't, Kucinich came out as the winner of yesterdays proceedings. He seemed to be the only candidate that could give a straight answer. While Kerry was busy attacking Bush, Edwards was going after Kerry. This left the good Rev. Al Sharpton a single target, the moderators. Poor Dan Rather, he must have been crying on the inside. Oh, and a question, what's with the negative stigma attached to the word liberal? Is it truly a bad idea? Why couldn't Kerry give a straight answer on anything? If this debate had any affect it probably was added confusion to an important decision many American's have to make tomorrow.
By 3pm I was growing restless so I met Stevo and his buddy Matt at the corner of Houston and A. We cruised up to Tompkins Square Park to toss the football around. While at the park we ran into Ruby who could handle pigskin like the best of them. Apparently her father was a linebacker at UCLA so football is in the blood. Travis and Max showed up as we all tried to soak up some of the beautiful weather. We made our way over to the dog park where we were joined by Builder, Hawkins and Christie before heading up to B-side to see Adam on the decks.
At B-side we had our run at the pool table and we might have drank the place out of the Budweiser short stacks. Sivan and Hole were sitting in the joint when we walked in. Mike also showed up and we sat up front with Adam while the kids had their run of the bar. Josie was sweet enough to keep the drinks rolling in until she was replaced by Carlos who hooked me up since I passed him a burned copy of the Grey Album. Daylen, Jack and Noah cruised through B-side after their viewing of The Passion of the Christ. Their reviews of the film added to my Catholic born apprehension to avoid it. I've read the story enough to know what happened. I don't need to see Mel Gibson's take on the crucifixion of our apparent savior.
Noah, D, Kyle, Daylen and I went back down to 186 so we could score some Tiny's and watch the Oscar's. I know it’s been mentioned before, but their tuna melt will kick your ass in an enjoyable fashion. I didn't make it long after the sandwich was gone, so if you were like me, here are a list of the winners. It was nice to see TLOR team get their just desserts, but I was pulling for Sofia.
Ok, that's all for now, I'll try to add some links later this afternoon. And don't forget about Sin-e tomorrow night, its going to be a good time.
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