Daily Archives: August 10, 2007

Loveland

Last night turned out to be a lot of fun. It was a magical evening of sorts. It was an ok day and that’s where I’ll start. I left my phone on the windowsill on Wednesday leaving the window open overnight and when the violent rainstorm hit, my phone was drenched. I figured it would take care of itself and dry off and start working again. But no, that didn’t happen. I couldn’t dial 3, 6 or 9, and what’s worse, I couldn’t answer any incoming calls. I had to get a new cellphone due to my ineptitude. I use T Mobile so I had to go across the street where I had a run in a few weeks before.

I knew it was the late afternoon shift that gave me grief so I decided to go before they came in. I wound up getting a new phone, re-upping my contract and I went WiFi. It seems to make sense, they say it’s the wave of the future. So basically my calls will be made over the Internet and there’s supposed to be clearer reception, but no one has called and I’ve been busy trying to find a working WiFi spot. Bryant Park wasn’t really working today, and neither has most Starbucks. Not that I’ve gone into Starbucks, mainly lurking outside the door is where I could be found.

I met up with Billie after work, the plan being, meeting Bill at the concert at Asser Levy Park in Brighton Beach, next to Coney Island. Billie and I walked up to 57th Street and 7th Avenue, Carnegie Hall, on the way, me smoking a Padron and making Billie laugh while we both scoped out the menfolk. It was Bill’s good idea to go to Carnegie Hall, what with all of our practice, it would be a shame to see our talents go to waste. But the hall was under repair and we walked down to the waiting Q train. It filled up at the next stop and even more so at Herald Square. Bill’s idea was that if we got on at the first station, we’d at least have seats for the hour long train ride ahead.

We rode the train from beginning to end, last stop Coney Island. Daft Punk were playing Keyspan Stadium so it was an interesting crowd walking through the station. Billie and I walked up to the boardwalk, and onto the beach where we took some snapshots after getting a little jazzy.

As we stumbled into the park, I overheard Marty Markowitz say something that sounded like the B-52’s, the headliners if you will, will be going on first. I wasn’t sure what I heard and he didn’t repeat it. No one wanted to see Patty Smyth and Scandal, aka Mrs. John McEnroe’s band. It turned out Marty was right and at around 8:10 the B-52’s hit the stage with a really funky version of Mesopotamia. After that it was the hitsville favorite express, with 4 or 5 new songs sprinkled throughout. I was up and grooving and eventually Bill and Billie were as well.

I called Chaz during the first number, he hadn’t shown yet, and left a voice mail for him letting him know that the show had started. He arrived at the end of the next to last song. Poor Chaz. He was off like a march hare, he knows a lot of people. Billie and Bill and I finished dancing to the last song, Rock Lobster of course. We were close to the subway station and had a leisurely stroll in that direction. Then Billie mentioned that someone he had been training with told him about a hat store on Neptune Avenue. It was about 9:45 and I didn’t see the point in going that way, especially since the train was only about 50 yards away.

But I didn’t want to be a wet blanket so I grudgingly walked along. No one knew exactly where the hat store was and we walked to Neptune Avenue, with nary a chapeau in sight. We turned around and headed back to the subway when suddenly Bill decides to cross the street. He walks over to the car which is a Zip Car and pulls out his wallet. I’m thinking he’s going to see if his key card will work on it and I’m surprised that it does. He starts to get in and now I’m thinking he’s stealing the car. No, that’s me, getting all up in my own head. Bill rented the car for the evening so that we wouldn’t have to take a very long train ride back to Manhattan and wind up in the bus terminal waiting for our buses.

They both played me good. Billie was able to get a ride to his hotel in Secaucus and Bill and I were back in Hoboken soon after that. I was in bed by midnight, getting up and going to work in yet another rainstorm. Now I’m home, the WNBA game is actually next week. Bill asleep, and I’m quite tired.

Here’s some pics. Enjoy!
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