Sunday night, the feeling of homework still to be done, books still to be read, well I’m not feeling that way. I used to feel that way growing up, but it would usually involved spending a Sunday afternoon at the VFW, then coming home in the back seat behind my parents who were discussing whether or not to order a pie from Lodi Pizza. They usually ordered a pie and sent Brian or Annemarie out to go get it since Lodi Pizza didn’t deliver. I would wind up sitting shotgun with a hot pizza in my lap, trying not to let the cheese slide off the pie.

Tonight I went into the city to meet up with Billie and see a movie. Tonight’s choice was The Simpsons Movie. Billie never watched the Simpsons on TV so it was a gamble. He was willing to see it and he loved it and laughed throughout. I recommend it, and with Billie as my witness, you don’t have to watch it on TV in order to get the movie. Billie couldn’t believe the show has been on TV close to twenty years and that no one has aged on the show. Bart is always 10 and Homer will always be 38. And Billie will always be 39, but that’s between you, me and the wall.

Bill came home from the National Black Theater Festival in Winston Salem, full of tales of the people people he met and the plays and readings that he saw. He came back so inspired and it was good to see. He was also full of love for me which I think was sweet. He sounded so emotional on the phone when he called me from Newark Airport after landing. He also has plans to go on vacation again. I asked him where he would like to go and he said, Arcata. I’m sure he’ll be working on that sometime, hopefully he’ll tell me about it too.

Bill was bushed from the flight so he stayed home when I went into the city to meet up with Billie. Afterwards Billie and I looked for someplace to eat. I suggested Simply Pasta on 41st Street but it being a Sunday they were closed, though they always were open when I walked by other odd times of the day. We wound up walking up Sixth Avenue, through the remnants of a street festival that had closed an hour earlier. Billie suggested going to the restaurant we went to the last time we had gone out to dinner, so it was off to the Film Center Cafe.

We decided on the Sunday night special which had a Mexican theme, burritos, quesadillas, jalenpenos and a pitcher of complimentary sangria which was just a few grapes away from being vinegar. It was a good meal nonetheless though personally I am still partial to the burritos in Hoboken, specifically Mision Burrito. Billie and I parted ways at the bus terminal, he headed to Secaucus and me headed to Hoboken.