Notes on a trip to New York City
Friday
Got in at 8 am and hauled myself, suitcase, backpack and laptop bag to the air train and then to the A train. Hot and sticky, but if you're here you know that right. Could have swore I packed Seattle weather, but the god damn bomb sniffing dogs must have caught it in the luggage check.
Took the train to 7th and 54th street and went up to my buddy's apartment on 55th street. Its a huge 2 bedroom acquired by knowing the right people and currently being used as an office for a small game developer. Hung out, looked over his new game project involving big hair and crashed, trying to let the lag sleep out my system.
After the business day was over and his staff clears out we go get sushi (key lime roll - interesting) and see the Aristocrats, which is pretty fucking funny. At the least it reinforces my fantasy of being locked up in a mental institution with Sarah Silverman.
Saturday
Wake up! Time to go and eat brunch out of a Star is Born menu and then head over to PS1 after calling about everyone I know in town, ordering them to be there or they will be written off for good.
There's no line snaking its way around the block so that's good and after picking up Stephen outside the entrance we go in and meet familiar faces inside. Its hot, but clear and not gross at all. After looking around a bit for people I'm missing (already pretty crowded), Stephen works into the VIP area, claiming he'll find me a bracelet. In classic Stephen form, he completely forgets about it. As Stacy Pullen gets on, I run into my friend Levon, and we are sent on another wild goose chase to get the red bracelets. No luck - so I give up so I go back to see what the other friends are doing.
Sine the music starts to get good - nice, hard, and fast detroit beats, we brute force our way to the dance floor which is filled with about 500 closely packed, doped up on ecstacy (mostly) euros. In the middle, like a creamy nougat center, is Freyja and her crew, so I settle somewhere between them and Stephen who passes me free beers from the open bar where the "important" people are.
The music gets really good and I must be catching some pheremones from all these out-of-their-mind peoples. The music peaks out and among the screaming and shouting, I suddenly find myself hit in the face. In a moment its all confusion, screaming and panic as dozens, maybe a hundred beach balls are released from the roof of the school. They all bear the mark of Satan - the target logo which has been rearing itself all afternoon. Withing a minute, Stephen is wearing three beers and the joint the people are rolling next to me is almost completely fucked. Still the beach balls dont stop - they pummel the crowd mercilessly.
A solution presents itself. I reach for a ball and pull it down. Grasping my keys I spear the nefarious globe making sure to hit the Target dead center and stamping it under foot until its dead and harmless. I grab another and then yet another. People around me start to get the idea and do the same thing. Its some crazy beach ball abbatoir...
to be continued...
Friday
Got in at 8 am and hauled myself, suitcase, backpack and laptop bag to the air train and then to the A train. Hot and sticky, but if you're here you know that right. Could have swore I packed Seattle weather, but the god damn bomb sniffing dogs must have caught it in the luggage check.
Took the train to 7th and 54th street and went up to my buddy's apartment on 55th street. Its a huge 2 bedroom acquired by knowing the right people and currently being used as an office for a small game developer. Hung out, looked over his new game project involving big hair and crashed, trying to let the lag sleep out my system.
After the business day was over and his staff clears out we go get sushi (key lime roll - interesting) and see the Aristocrats, which is pretty fucking funny. At the least it reinforces my fantasy of being locked up in a mental institution with Sarah Silverman.
Saturday
Wake up! Time to go and eat brunch out of a Star is Born menu and then head over to PS1 after calling about everyone I know in town, ordering them to be there or they will be written off for good.
There's no line snaking its way around the block so that's good and after picking up Stephen outside the entrance we go in and meet familiar faces inside. Its hot, but clear and not gross at all. After looking around a bit for people I'm missing (already pretty crowded), Stephen works into the VIP area, claiming he'll find me a bracelet. In classic Stephen form, he completely forgets about it. As Stacy Pullen gets on, I run into my friend Levon, and we are sent on another wild goose chase to get the red bracelets. No luck - so I give up so I go back to see what the other friends are doing.
Sine the music starts to get good - nice, hard, and fast detroit beats, we brute force our way to the dance floor which is filled with about 500 closely packed, doped up on ecstacy (mostly) euros. In the middle, like a creamy nougat center, is Freyja and her crew, so I settle somewhere between them and Stephen who passes me free beers from the open bar where the "important" people are.
The music gets really good and I must be catching some pheremones from all these out-of-their-mind peoples. The music peaks out and among the screaming and shouting, I suddenly find myself hit in the face. In a moment its all confusion, screaming and panic as dozens, maybe a hundred beach balls are released from the roof of the school. They all bear the mark of Satan - the target logo which has been rearing itself all afternoon. Withing a minute, Stephen is wearing three beers and the joint the people are rolling next to me is almost completely fucked. Still the beach balls dont stop - they pummel the crowd mercilessly.
A solution presents itself. I reach for a ball and pull it down. Grasping my keys I spear the nefarious globe making sure to hit the Target dead center and stamping it under foot until its dead and harmless. I grab another and then yet another. People around me start to get the idea and do the same thing. Its some crazy beach ball abbatoir...
to be continued...
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monkeypox:
im hoping i wont need them...hope being the key word!
volks:
heard about the new place! Congrats!