Last night Juan came over. We hadn’t seen each other in a few weeks. Unfortunately it was anti-climactic. I was way too jazzy, jazzy enough to not notice until I had to interact with others. Juan was way too tired. I threw in What’s Up Tiger Lily and it got a chuckle from Juan but I think I had seen it enough times, not needing to see it again any time soon. He left almost immediately after the movie ended and I fell asleep soon after. Solo, Bill was at his moms.

Here are some notes from today.

Bus to NYC
Listened to Cat Stevens ‘Peace Train’ and Cheap Trick ‘Surrender’ Headed to the Whitney Museum for the last day of the psychedelic exhibition that brother Frank told me about a few weeks ago. It’s called the Summer of Love and he highly recommended it, though he wasn’t high since he doesn’t do that anymore.

It all depends if I get in though. This could be a repeat of the Jean Michel Basquiat show that Roda and I tried to go see on it’s last day at the Brooklyn Museum a couple of years ago. We waited until the last day and found that it was too crowded, one hour wait to get on another line. We gave up and decided that Basquiat wouldn’t be waiting on line at a museum, so we wandered into the park finding the drummer’s circle. There’s a few other things that Basquiat would do instead but we’re not that type.

In any event, I plan on walking through Central Park afterwards. I have Jazz, my camera, Monte Cristo cigars that were given to me as a gift the other day by Carla the receptionist, Tom Chin and Greg Stevens.

Some woman is letting her little girl run up and down the length of the bus as it’s moving while the woman sits up front chatting on her cellphone. If the girl is injured could there be a lawsuit?

Now in Central Park
Well I was right. The line at the Whitney was around the block. The price of procrastination and the twist is all these procrastinators got there before me! If I was with someone I’d probably get on line, but I’m solo ad just can’t deal with it, but at least I made the effort and got out of the apartment.

Now I sit by the bandshell in Central Park, having come in through the Rambles, only looking for a cool spot to get jazzy, honestly. There was no clear spot so I improvised before my paranoia got the best of me. Tons of tourists walking around everywhere in the park on this cool, relatively clear Sunday afternoon.

It’s fairly early, they haven’t set up for the skate circle yet, not that I skate. Oh no thank you. I thought I missed it, or it was over for the season but I am just a bit early. They’re sound checking as I write this.

One thing is for sure, I’m definitely not as horned up as I was last weekend.

Adults on Razor Scooters. I don’t understand it and it makes them look absurd which is fine by me.
Clammy in Central Park. A bit sweaty and now I’m clammy, or is it just my t-shirt?

Back on the bus
Checked out the skate circle and shot some video. Got jazzy and smoked a Monte Cristo walked through the park feeling good. Made it through Times Square which is also overrun by tourists on weekends.

here’s some pics and some vids

Some sort of Mexico day today

Ramble trees

Just as the bottle hit…

Pretty much a boring Saturday. It’s definitely cooler out weather wise, major droppage in temperature.

Here’s something from a journal, written about 12 years ago.

Went on a boat ride last night. I went on one last year with a Guyanese Social Club. This year, the same social club but with a difference. Last year the boat went up and down the Hudson River. This year it remained docked.. The seemed to have sold too many tickets. There were way too many people there. I was supposed to go last week but chickened out at the last minute. When I heard in Monday what a great time was had and what I missed and how everyone was asking for me, I resolved to go this week.

After touch and go negotiations with Marcus, it was decided to meet at the Circle Line Pier 83 at 7-7:30. I got there at 7:15 and immediately wish I had brought a jacket. The sun was sinking behind the Palisades and into the Meadowlands and with the river breezes and the upcoming fall of night I was certain it was going to get colder. I was also carrying two bottles of champagne while I wandered around waiting for Marcus.

My paranoid mind was playing tricks on me, thinking that since I backed out at the last minute last week, Marcus was going to do the same to me. I had forgotten that Marcus was always late. First thing you learn is that you always have to wait, and I’m waiting for my man Marcus. I expected that and as I lingered around the edge of the Guyanese crowd Marcus made an appearance at around 8:30.

That shows how my mind operates, revenge, retribution, retaliation and I expected Marcus to be the same way. But no, he kept his word, just his usual late self. Something I should learn to do or since I know, to do!

“I saw you before you saw me” Marcus said upon greeting me. I was sure of that since I was basically the only Caucasian in the area that didn’t work for the Circle Line. Marcus came with Jesse who was parking the car.

I was wearing a white cotton Gap shirt, baggy blue jeans and my tan suede Na Na Doc Marten boots that I bought for 15.00 in Soho. Marcus was wearing a Brown and Tan baseball cap with a tiger/leopard/zebra print on it, a silk shirt and tan pants. Jesse was looking like a rock star with round mirrored shades white t shirt, white denim jacket and white jeans.

Like I said, the boat never left the pier, too many people would make it unsafe. At one point due to overcrowding, the police arrived with dogs snapping at the party goers. Totally uncalled for. All the Guyanese women were flirting with me, thinking I was a rich American guy looking for a Guyanese wife.

The music wasn’t roots reggae, more dancehall oriented. I understood Joe Strummer singing White Man in the Hammersmith Palais, about expecting to here revolutionary reggae and instead getting a slick floor show.

Here’s some pics….

RoDa and Bill

and now, me, today. feeling artsy

the moody bastard