Friday night. Later than usual. Work let out early, I came home, had a chicken sandwich and had a most uneasy nap. There was a plan to meet up with Carla the receptionist to see Battles at the South Street Seaport. That’s the gist of it really. It’s presently after 11:00 which is later than usual and I’m sure you know all about that dear reader person whomever you are. I had difficulty waking up this morning but decided to go to work to basically show my face. Showing up is important even if there is nothing to do and today there was nothing to do.
Four people showed up and I was one of them. No biggie. I knew it was going to be a half day. I got out at 1:00. Unfortunately Carla had to stay until 3:00. That’s the breaks and I am management now and thats that. Carla was cool with it, and who knows how many times at jobs I’ve had in the past that I had to stay behind while everyone else left early. Carla understood and was busy thinking that I wasn’t going to show up at the concert tonight. I wasn’t too sure whether or not I was going to make it myself.
Came home after walking across town smoking what else but the Padron 5000 natural (get your order in now so I will get them by September 12). Finally defrosted some of those chicken breasts courtesy of Julio and the McDonald’s commercial from a few weeks ago. It was ok and probably loaded with who knows what, but it hit the spot. Then I crashed and tossed and turned for an hour or so laying in the bed under a weak air conditioner, which is better than nothing I suppose.
Met up with Carla and Millie and their twenty something friends, Alex, a 4th grade teacher in Flatbush, Maura, Bridget, and Richard. Bridget and Richard are from Saratoga, and Richard is in the Navy, stationed in Saratoga which is good for him. Nice, fun twenty something crowd, laughing with me, or maybe at me as I hovered buzzing around. Battles were good, but would probably go over better at an indoor venue. No vocals really and the only song I knew, has vocals that sound like Donald Duck. Really. Deerhunter from Atlanta was on first and they were ok, noisy but ok. Definitely not as experimental as Battles whom the critics are calling Math Rock. I got a free download from Jockohomo in the blogroll on the right column. Might still be available, go there and enter Battles, or the track itself, Atlas.
Here’s some notes.
Path train again. Headed to the World Trade Center and from there it’s a walk across downtown to get to the South Street Seaport. Called Kathe (who’s boyfriend lives around there) and Amiable Adam who I thought might be into it. Left voice mails for both of them, Kathe responded, Alan MIA. Kathe is working at a holistic pet supply store in the East Village.
Must pee when I get to Manhattan. Train hasn’t left the station yet.
Got to Manhattan, ran onto Millennium hotel across from the station and using a cod British accent asked for the rest room and was directed to it with courtesy. I felt a UK accent would infer my being a tourist and allowed to use the facilities.
The show was good though it was more a social thing than anything. Fun nonetheless.
Got to Path train as the Hoboken train was leaving the station. What a horrible feeling, seeing the train you should be on, leaving the station with out you being on it. Could be worse I suppose, but still sitting and waiting for a train sucks when you know if you were only one minute sooner you would be on the move.
Thats it. Off to Otisville tomorrow to hang with Pedro so don’t expect a new entry until Sunday, or more than likely Monday. Cheers.
Remnants of a sidewalk fire last night in Hoboken
Battles (‘doing’ Atlas)
Infant with headphones. Hipster parents.