With my student body’s orientation on the horizon, it was necessary for me to stay in the office until nearly 7pm on Friday. If you don’t know by this point, let me tell you that working overtime on a Friday sucks worse than it sounds, but at this point I’ll bring on all the opportunities for a larger pay check. Speaking of, does anyone know if these new overtime laws will affect Unions? I’m currently a member of the Teachers Union (or something like that), and I’ve yet to come to a full understanding of these new laws. Maybe its time I read the news.
After work I stopped by my boys shop on Macdougal Street to get some t-shirts made for Oveis’ going away party at Bside. After a half hour or so, the shop owner emerged from the back with four t-shirts that read: “Oveis: He Put the Puff in Puffer,” “Oveis Dot Com,” “Who the Fuck is Alec Oveis,” and “Alec Oveis Gave Me Head.” I’ll let you guess which shirt was mine. Upon returning home, I was greeted by Beach, Chernin, Builder, Kyle and Alistar. We made our way to Boca Chica on 1st Avenue and 1st Street where the man of the evening was waiting for his crew. Oveis seemed to get a kick out of the love we were flashing with our new t-shirts. If you don’t know by now, Boca Chica makes the best Coconut Shrimp dish this side of the country. It’s more addictive than crack, (insert Pete Libertine joke here). This was evident by our ordering process. Seven entrees. Seven orders of Coconut Shrimps.
We found ourselves in mild comas following our big dinner, but we pressed on and decided to hit up the bar prior to the hordes of kids who were to follow. Carlos was tending bar when we cruised in so we scored a couple drinks and made our way to the back room to shot some pool. At this point Builder decided he was going to be the first bitch of the evening when he hunkered down on the backroom couch for a nap. Me being my usual asshole self, I found it appropriate to douse his crotch with a little beer. He didn’t take to the joke with the best of humor so I figured it would be best to join suite. Even my own effort to soak my pants with booze didn’t relieve Builder of his piss. He continued to bitch until other kids began to roll into the bar.
By 10:30pm the place was getting packed. It was great to see all the kids come out to see our favorite jackass off. Oveis is moving to New Haven, Connecticut to run a campaign for a state senate candidate. It’s a great career move for Alec, but he will be sorely missed. He has kept me informed on all the political happenings in a potentially volatile election year. With this loss looming, I decided to get absolutely shitfaced. We aren’t talking regular drunk here. No, no, no. What I mean is that my clock turned off by 12 or so due to the amount of shots everyone was buying. Mom, if you reading this post don’t worry, these types of binges aren’t too typical.
Anyway, before I let this evening spiral into the drunken mess it turned out to be, allow me to tell you the story of Lisa. If you were there, you know what I’m talking about. Lisa was this little crazy crack head of a woman who entered the backroom during a changeover on the table. I was preparing to break when she stormed over to the chalkboard and proceeded to erase the entire queue. It was evident that Lisa was fucked up on something. Some sort of drug that gives people the power to be shitheads. Whatever she ate, snorted, drank or booted should not be consumed by regular humans. It turns normal people into crazies and crazies into freak shows. Lisa got the crowd loud with her hooting and hollering. She was such a scene. Everyone seemed to score a laugh or two from her antics. She even did the alligator (jumped on the table and struck a pose) after she lost her first game after finally getting a chance to play. Oh, and she grabbed my junk, three times. Word on the street is that Hawkins made out with her… does anyone have an eyewitness account?
There were tons of all-stars at the bar that evening. Thanks to Stephen Culkin who bought me a shot. This is the same kid who was asking for a Culkin at a Bowery show awhile ago. Stephen walked up to me while I was chatting with Montana, and he proclaimed that he wanted another Culkin tonight. I tried to bait him while Oveis dropped down, but my push was insufficient. Stephen successfully defended. This wasn’t the only Culkin attempt of the evening. There was rarely any success due to the packed out scene that was Bside. The only real victim was, naturally, Builder who got it real good from Alistar and Beach. My night was cut short because I stood by the corner of the bar and took way to many tequila shots in a short period of time. Noah said he was talking to me while I was trying to enter a cab, but couldn’t because I was pulling on the frame of the wheel rather than the door. Chalk me up to idiot status.
With my Sunday stolen away from me by work, I had to make the most of my Saturday. After some Olympics, Alistar and I walked up to Devil Moon Café to meet Christie, Beach and Sug Knight for some brunch. On the way we took some time to gaze at the various paintings on the West side of Thompkins Square Park. This was in conjunction with the Howl festival which reared the park useless to those of us who have trouble with crowds. My stomach was playing tricks on me so my dumbass ordered a salad of which I took maybe seven bites. Noah ducked in from the rain to join us while we finished our brunch. After food, we stopped by Sam’s house for a quick session before heading down to 186 to have some cocktails.
Christie, Noah and I scored a bottle of Vodka so Z-Money could cook us up some Cape Cods. A few drinks and Steven Soderburgh’s The Limey later and we were getting quite bevvied. Stevo showed up to join the fun. Later that evening Kyle, Steve and I laid low, watched some Olympics and waved our middle fingers at Saturday night.
Sunday was the orientation for the program I work with at the Law School. Things went smoothly, but by 4pm we were all dreaming of the beautiful weather we had to stare at through a window. I made my way over to the Howl festival to join Hawkins and Christie for a quick hang before returning home to do a quick piece of work.
Later that evening I met up with Tony W, Hawk, Christie, Alexis and Helena for some more shrimp at Boca Chica. Let me take this moment to apologize to Builder for getting shrimp without him. I didn’t mean to break your heart. We finished another solid dinner and a headband stare down before heading to the Zangrilli’s roof for some drinks and cards, (did we even play cards?). Cami, John, Sam and Julia joined the crew for a bit before Hawk and I strolled down to 186 to hang with Kyle.
More work, less to talk about. Kyle and I sat around 186 in our shorts because a cleaning lady came through on Monday morning. More Olympics. More beach volleyball. Life is sweet sometimes.
2 Comments:
JJJay,
Do you think its weird that I ask for a culkin every time I see you??? Maybe I'm asking for to much?? ha just kidding, culkins as you call them bring back good childhood memories....oh just to set the record straight Chris bought the shots, not that I wouldn't have but I don't want to take credit were credits not due.... Stephen
stevo, i don't think asking for a culkin could be considered crazy, but i think it works for you. don't worry, next time you'll go down. and i stand corrected; thank you chris.
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