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.

It sure is hot. It’s been in the nineties for a few days now. Yesterday I played hooky, planning on going to Sandy Hook with Juan. That didn’t happen since his alternator stopped working the night before. I had a feeling deep down Sandy Hook wasn’t going to happen, when on Thursday, he was asking me about car batteries since his battery light went on on his dashboard. I had other things on my mind on Thursday, like about how to get to my cousin Jackie’s wake. I figured that out soon enough and found myself in Yonkers that evening.

So I woke up Friday morning, and got Juan’s email about his car troubles. After that I wandered around Hoboken but it was too hot to do anything, and no one was around to do anything with. Story of my life. I sat around the apartment in my underwear since it was about the only thing cool enough to wear, and I do love my boxer briefs anyhow, cotton/lycra blend and all. I watched Rushmore again, which I really love. I remember seeing that one afternoon, a few winters ago with Julio. I guess we were both off from work that day and found ourselves on the upper west side. We ran into see Rushmore to get in from the cold and we both loved it. Then we went to another theater and saw Elizabeth, starring Cate Blanchett which was also very good. A sequel is coming out soon which looks just as good and features the showdown with Spain which changed world history somewhat, with the Spanish Armada looking formidable in the trailers.

Juan came over last night and we watched The Host, a Korean horror thriller which surprisingly hasn’t been remade as an American flick yet. Initially we watched it dubbed in English which was horrible, then we switched to Korean with English subtitles. It’s worth seeing if you like a modern day take on the monster genre. Heard from Annemarie who drove down to San Francisco with Rex and Earl. Juan and I polished off two six packs of Stella Artois throughout the movie and then while Juan was playing DJ with his iPod. Somehow in our drinking of Belgian beer, he lost his iPod songs. He blames my Sharepod program, I have nothing I could blame it on.

Juan slept over and I tried to fulfill my promise to wake him up and get him out of the apartment so he could go to work somehow. Woke up at 7:00, then 8:00 then finally we were both up and at it by 9:30 or so. That was fun. I went back to bed once he left and I got up around 2:00. There was once again a plan to see a movie with Billie tonight, but I wasn’t feeling that up for it and it turned out neither was Billie since he was just as hungover as I was, if not worse.

So tomorrow is the plan to see The Simpsons Movie. As for today, this is the only activity I plan on doing, and now it is done.