The Rundown. Part Second.
With Friday shrinking in the rear view, Saturday became a welcomed fresh start. It began with brunch at Mogador. Yes, I know this establishment has been discussed before, but I would like to reiterate that it may be the best brunch in the neighborhood despite what Sarah has to say about Clinton Street (though that place rocks, as you will read later). Lowel, Howerton, Builder, Miriam and I settled into the corner for a delicious meal. We were interrupted by some Coo’ing coming from the door. We could have sworn it was Oveis, but no one showed their face. Is it possible that kids are now Coo’ing from seeing us? Have we started a trend? I hope the answer lies in the negative.
We returned to 186 where Dee and I proceeded to fill the fridge with Jello shots. Those little party favors are trouble. Throughout the day I proceeded to eat so many and by the time the party came around, I was totaled, but we will get to that.
Sidenote: Is this blog just the ramblings of a sloppy drunk? Has my reputation been tarnished by the rants about tossing my shit all over the East Village? I hope my mom never Googles me. She may find this blog or even this picture.
After the shots were made and dinner had been ordered, Noah, Sean, Kyle, Greg and I hung low while trying to muster the strength to go big that evening. Karl, Emily, Simon and Scott showed up before we were able to pass out while watching the Mummy Returns. This is when the fall of hate began. We were tossing Jello shots around like peanut venders at Yankee Stadium. We each took somewhere in the vicinity of 10 shots before heading to Bside. It was a disgusting display of pure hedonism and I loved it.
Were You There?
Who the fuck? What the fuck?
Saturday night was a shit show. I’d like to thank all the kids that came out to help celebrate 186’s birthdays, but to be honest I can’t remember who the fuck was there. Hell, my night ended with Amen wanting to kick my ass for bouncing on the hood of a car. Who does that? It was the tequila I tell you. The tequila. Stevo and I managed to control the pool table for the first hour of the evening, but eventually that evaporated and all stability was lost. Special thanks to Sivan for letting us get fucking plowed at her bar. She said there is Jello everywhere which prompts the question; why weren’t you people putting it in your mouths? Also special thanks to Sivan and Karen for making us personalized cupcakes. Amy also brought in a cake that was top of the pops. There were many Culkins to be had that evening, and to my recollection, I was a part of all three. You can read about them below. The evening got seriously blurry and in the next moment I was waking up in my bed struggling with the realization that the party was now over, (or was it?).
Nothing Is Over Until We Say It’s Over.
Nothing could have prepared me for the battle that was done on Sunday. Upon rising, I was met in the kitchen by Gabe who was going through his early morning ritual that I have grown accustomed to after he lived on the couch during his winter break. We were joined by Rob, Builder and Alex who had received a drunken shaming by Howerton that consisted of some artistic penises drawn on his cheeks. The five of us decided to man up and finish the Jello shots that were left in the fridge. By 12:30pm I had four shots and was well on my way to wasting the day. We sat in the dark and passed a bottle of whiskey until some of the kids decided to go pick up Clinton Street Bakery breakfast. They make this dish called the Spanish Scramble that would knock your socks off. Eventually I collected myself and met Liz, Leah and Cami who were hanging out on Liz’s stoop. Leah, Cami and I made it over to the dog park, but Cami and I quickly broke out to enjoy some afternoon bevvies at Croxley Ale House on Avenue B. This place (despite being a bit out of place) is a stellar sports bar with loads of beer on tap. This didn’t matter to us because we have a fondness for Canadian Club, but it will appeal to those of you who search for the perfect beer as though it is the Holy Grail.
On our walk back to 186 we ran into Dennis Cahlo and the always lovely Audrey who were grabbing some ice cream before heading back to Dennis’ show at Pianos. Next Sunday is your last chance to see the 7th Day Residency series that has featured Dennis’ reflective acoustic song writing. He has recently picked up another guitar player, and I’m excited to see them both in action on Sunday. Did I mention the show was free and that Hightower Smith will be playing early? Fuck the Sopranos, this kid has the goods.
Cami and I made our way out to the fire escape where we continued to sip Canadian Club in the company of Kyle. Eventually Sean bones, Noah, Beach, Oveis and Christie came over before Sam Champion’s show. Christie brought me a birthday present she had purchased at the 6th Ave flea markets. It was a few acetate records that looked amazing and one was Let the Good Times Roll. Classic.
So we strolled over to the show and saddled up for a great set by Noah who was without the rest of Sam Champion. It was kind of strange watching him up on stage by his lonesome, but his charisma shinned through. He played all the hits from the upcoming (where is it!) record and even added some harmonica parts. Ms. Moon and I had some discussions about which songs we liked the best and the “cuddle song” that she mentioned was Can’t See the Stars. Sean bones joined Noah on stage for a few songs and they looked great together. At this point, drunkenness had set in, and I was ready to rock. They did a great job while keeping it loose and playful.
After the show, I ran downstairs to say good show to the boys. Jin was down there and she snapped a picture of me and proceeded to show me a picture she had from the previous evening outside of Bside. Jin please delete that picture. I would like to erase the evening from my memory.
Oveis and I went back to the house to pick up Kyle, Christie and Cami on our way to Festival. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve gone to that joint which is quite a shame. We managed to pack it in while I took more tequila shots and also spilled some down the front of me.
A Case Of The Mondays.
My stomach was a mess after the weekend, so I decided to take it easy Monday and call in. The sick day is a beautiful thing, especially when you don’t have many vacation days to spare. After taking it easy throughout the morning, I had some lunch with Builder (who is now in Chitown), Jeanie, Hawk and Adeira. Eventually I made it to the park to take in some of the day before heading back home to do some work.
The evening was great. I ran into Beach and Justin who were cleaning the last of Beacheros stuff out of Red Square. Liz met me at Beach’s new pad and we hit the streets for an evening stroll. We ran into Cami and Flynne on our way to Leah and Barb’s house. We hung out in Stytown for a bit before heading back home. It was a great weekend capped off by a solid afternoon.
Now I’m back in my cube catching up on some missed work. What does tonight hold in store for this superhero? I may check out the Prosaics at Sin-e. Does anyone have any other suggestions?
With Friday shrinking in the rear view, Saturday became a welcomed fresh start. It began with brunch at Mogador. Yes, I know this establishment has been discussed before, but I would like to reiterate that it may be the best brunch in the neighborhood despite what Sarah has to say about Clinton Street (though that place rocks, as you will read later). Lowel, Howerton, Builder, Miriam and I settled into the corner for a delicious meal. We were interrupted by some Coo’ing coming from the door. We could have sworn it was Oveis, but no one showed their face. Is it possible that kids are now Coo’ing from seeing us? Have we started a trend? I hope the answer lies in the negative.
We returned to 186 where Dee and I proceeded to fill the fridge with Jello shots. Those little party favors are trouble. Throughout the day I proceeded to eat so many and by the time the party came around, I was totaled, but we will get to that.
Sidenote: Is this blog just the ramblings of a sloppy drunk? Has my reputation been tarnished by the rants about tossing my shit all over the East Village? I hope my mom never Googles me. She may find this blog or even this picture.
After the shots were made and dinner had been ordered, Noah, Sean, Kyle, Greg and I hung low while trying to muster the strength to go big that evening. Karl, Emily, Simon and Scott showed up before we were able to pass out while watching the Mummy Returns. This is when the fall of hate began. We were tossing Jello shots around like peanut venders at Yankee Stadium. We each took somewhere in the vicinity of 10 shots before heading to Bside. It was a disgusting display of pure hedonism and I loved it.
Were You There?
Who the fuck? What the fuck?
Saturday night was a shit show. I’d like to thank all the kids that came out to help celebrate 186’s birthdays, but to be honest I can’t remember who the fuck was there. Hell, my night ended with Amen wanting to kick my ass for bouncing on the hood of a car. Who does that? It was the tequila I tell you. The tequila. Stevo and I managed to control the pool table for the first hour of the evening, but eventually that evaporated and all stability was lost. Special thanks to Sivan for letting us get fucking plowed at her bar. She said there is Jello everywhere which prompts the question; why weren’t you people putting it in your mouths? Also special thanks to Sivan and Karen for making us personalized cupcakes. Amy also brought in a cake that was top of the pops. There were many Culkins to be had that evening, and to my recollection, I was a part of all three. You can read about them below. The evening got seriously blurry and in the next moment I was waking up in my bed struggling with the realization that the party was now over, (or was it?).
Nothing Is Over Until We Say It’s Over.
Nothing could have prepared me for the battle that was done on Sunday. Upon rising, I was met in the kitchen by Gabe who was going through his early morning ritual that I have grown accustomed to after he lived on the couch during his winter break. We were joined by Rob, Builder and Alex who had received a drunken shaming by Howerton that consisted of some artistic penises drawn on his cheeks. The five of us decided to man up and finish the Jello shots that were left in the fridge. By 12:30pm I had four shots and was well on my way to wasting the day. We sat in the dark and passed a bottle of whiskey until some of the kids decided to go pick up Clinton Street Bakery breakfast. They make this dish called the Spanish Scramble that would knock your socks off. Eventually I collected myself and met Liz, Leah and Cami who were hanging out on Liz’s stoop. Leah, Cami and I made it over to the dog park, but Cami and I quickly broke out to enjoy some afternoon bevvies at Croxley Ale House on Avenue B. This place (despite being a bit out of place) is a stellar sports bar with loads of beer on tap. This didn’t matter to us because we have a fondness for Canadian Club, but it will appeal to those of you who search for the perfect beer as though it is the Holy Grail.
On our walk back to 186 we ran into Dennis Cahlo and the always lovely Audrey who were grabbing some ice cream before heading back to Dennis’ show at Pianos. Next Sunday is your last chance to see the 7th Day Residency series that has featured Dennis’ reflective acoustic song writing. He has recently picked up another guitar player, and I’m excited to see them both in action on Sunday. Did I mention the show was free and that Hightower Smith will be playing early? Fuck the Sopranos, this kid has the goods.
Cami and I made our way out to the fire escape where we continued to sip Canadian Club in the company of Kyle. Eventually Sean bones, Noah, Beach, Oveis and Christie came over before Sam Champion’s show. Christie brought me a birthday present she had purchased at the 6th Ave flea markets. It was a few acetate records that looked amazing and one was Let the Good Times Roll. Classic.
So we strolled over to the show and saddled up for a great set by Noah who was without the rest of Sam Champion. It was kind of strange watching him up on stage by his lonesome, but his charisma shinned through. He played all the hits from the upcoming (where is it!) record and even added some harmonica parts. Ms. Moon and I had some discussions about which songs we liked the best and the “cuddle song” that she mentioned was Can’t See the Stars. Sean bones joined Noah on stage for a few songs and they looked great together. At this point, drunkenness had set in, and I was ready to rock. They did a great job while keeping it loose and playful.
After the show, I ran downstairs to say good show to the boys. Jin was down there and she snapped a picture of me and proceeded to show me a picture she had from the previous evening outside of Bside. Jin please delete that picture. I would like to erase the evening from my memory.
Oveis and I went back to the house to pick up Kyle, Christie and Cami on our way to Festival. It’s been a few weeks since I’ve gone to that joint which is quite a shame. We managed to pack it in while I took more tequila shots and also spilled some down the front of me.
A Case Of The Mondays.
My stomach was a mess after the weekend, so I decided to take it easy Monday and call in. The sick day is a beautiful thing, especially when you don’t have many vacation days to spare. After taking it easy throughout the morning, I had some lunch with Builder (who is now in Chitown), Jeanie, Hawk and Adeira. Eventually I made it to the park to take in some of the day before heading back home to do some work.
The evening was great. I ran into Beach and Justin who were cleaning the last of Beacheros stuff out of Red Square. Liz met me at Beach’s new pad and we hit the streets for an evening stroll. We ran into Cami and Flynne on our way to Leah and Barb’s house. We hung out in Stytown for a bit before heading back home. It was a great weekend capped off by a solid afternoon.
Now I’m back in my cube catching up on some missed work. What does tonight hold in store for this superhero? I may check out the Prosaics at Sin-e. Does anyone have any other suggestions?
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