It’s a quiet Sunday. Last night was mellow mellow mellow. Yesterday before I met up with Juan I was watching Peter Jackson’s King Kong. I love the original movie, and love Peter Jackson’s version. Much better than Dino De Laurentis’ version in the seventies at the World Trade Center. That was pretty cheesy and doesn’t hold up, though when I was a kid, wearing Sears Roebuck acrylic sweaters and polyester pants I did love it. 30 years later it’s an embarrassment, though it does show New York in the seventies which is always fun to watch. But the special effects in the latest version are really great enough to get my palms sweating during various literal cliffhanging scenes.

I knew how it ended and I left when Adam Brody/Bruce Cabot/Jeff Bridges finds Naomi Watts/Faye Wray/Jessica Lange at King Kong’s mountain top lair. I couldn’t bear to watch the big ape die again, for it was beauty that killed the beast. I wouldn’t mind owing it on DVD. After the Manhattan excursion with Juan I settled into the comfortable rut in my apartment. It’s literally a rut, the wheels on my computer chair seem to have an inlaid track on the white tiled floor.

Another movie from my childhood was on, Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I’m pretty sure I saw this with my brother Frank and his wife Elaine in 1978. Maybe even my mother came along. I do recall it was at the Stanley Warner theater on Route 4 in Paramus. Another movie I loved, even with brother Frank’s conspiracy theories about what was what in the movie echoing in my head. The whole subtext of politics in the seventies cinema. I think most everyone who enjoyed watching Close Encounters in the theater in 1978 wanted to be abducted by aliens and would go in a minute if given the chance. Say goodbye to everything and everyone and go amongst the stars.

Then after that I watched a documentary on The Who. I was a Who fan, but not too rabid. I enjoyed a lot of their stuff, saw them live at Madison Square Garden after Keith Moon died, and found them really dull. Not at all what I expected, but then again I wasn’t myself having come thisclose to being outed by my brother Brian who I had a fight with while I waited for brother Frank to pick me up and drive into the city. Brian threatened to tell our parents about those filthy magazines under my bed. I hyperventilated. He was a real asshole back then. He’s gotten better since. Anyway, the Who’s documentary, Amazing Journey was cool to watch, it was on VH1 classics. Just like the Beatles, they’re 2 up and 2 down.

Then came Saturday Night Live, hosted by Brian Williams with music by Feist. Both very good. Brian Williams has a pretty good sense of humor, despite being a news anchor. He’s been on the Daily Show and Conan O’Brien and proved his mettle there. Feist who was in the new iPhone commercial, 1,2,3,4 that song. Well she did that song ably and her second song was just as good. I would rate last night’s SNL an A- .

Finally received the benefit of Daylight Savings, that extra hour of sleep. Enabled me to sleep later, thought about what Bill had said earlier in the week, going to meet him at his church with his mother, but since he never brought up the issue again, I didn’t either. I don’t think he went to church in any event, he took his mother to see his father in the nursing home. I ran into Julio and Stine this morning as they were off to see his family. I wandered around Hoboken this afternoon and took some rather hum drum pics. And here they are.

Sunday construction at Ferry terminal site

more of the same

Well last night was mainly about coming down from having beers with Harpy. I hardly ever drink anymore, and rarely, if I do, drink during daylight hours. The ride home though relatively easy took a lot out of me. I was basically a zombie walking through the back streets of Hoboken headed back home. I think I did a good job of writing about Harpy. He was a bit concerned that I would be denigrating him somewhat, but that’s not my modus operandi. He was portrayed in a good light which should make Harpy happy. Couldn’t do much else after writing, I was that spent.

I watched TV of course, spoke with Juan who was up for his birthday, having dinner with his family. He was hoping to come over, and I basically told him the cut off point was 11:00 since I wasn’t sure what state of mind if any, I would be in. Bill phoned after last night’s performance of Pap Smear. It’s the final weekend, and he had a full house. He was awfully tired and not looking forward to sleeping on the sofa bed with it’s bar of pain, so he decided, despite his fatigue to walk down from 43rd street and Eighth Avenue to 14th street and Avenue C. He called me as he was walking, and if you know Bill you know how enthusiastic he can be. Well, being tired doesn’t matter because he can still talk quite a bit which was moving me into the arms of Morpheus, the god of dreams.

I was exhausted after that and continued watching TV. Stayed up late enough to watch Bill Maher, master of snarkiness. Juan called as it was ending, furious with his family. Major issues with his dad, who judging from what Juan had to say is a total jerk, putting it mildly, since he’s not my father. That was even more taxing on my conscious state, and I unfortunately had to cut him off since I was listening with one eye open, headed towards sleep. He was headed to his own personal Moscow, looking into a Czar position. He needed to vent and I needed to sleep so I told him to call me when he woke up.

I slept wonderfully, no middle of the night wake ups, sleep about 8 hours or so which was just fine. The sky was battleship gray so there was no trying to hide from the sun as I lay in bed. Slept until 9:00 and had some coffee, before realizing that I had very little to eat in way of breakfast. That meant going out and foraging. Bagels, yes, bagels were on the menu. And other food stuffs. Made it to the supermarket and bought a lot, proving the adage to be true, that you shouldn’t go food shopping when you’re hungry.

Laundry needed to be done and of course I forgot to buy detergent when I shopped. I had enough to get by. Juan instant messaged me, he was heading into the city to get some clothes and asked if I wanted to go. I nearly said no, then I realized, that I hardly ever do anything on weekends, and I rarely see Juan so I said yes. Met him at the Path train and we rode in to 34th street. It was crazy crowded but we navigated the crowds. The it was a hop to the village where Juan went to Urban Outfitters. I bought Juan two hot dogs and a grape drink at Papaya King. Back to Hoboken where I’m at now, Juan headed down to Ewing for more partying on his birthday weekend. So, it’s all good, isn’t it?

Pics

Did not want to get too close

Herald Square Station

The Birthday Boy? Nay, The BIRTHDAY MAN!!!
Juan will more than likely hate this pic.