allergies allergies allergies. to hell with them.
weekend update:
friday i saw l'enfant with michelle michael and spencer. i was surprised at how much i enjoyed it. the film was shot really well (no score! no soundtrack! just dialogue!). oh bruno, what a scummy man.
following said movie, i went directly home and promptly fell asleep. well, that's sort of a lie. while i pulled up to my driveway, i got a very random phone call from a girl that i used to be close with, way back when in high school. i had the most mega crush on her, ever, but was scared to act on it b/c i felt she was way out of my league. come to think of it, i think every is way outta my league, but it's mostly because they actually are. sorry, i got sidetracked. so this girl, let's call her Emma (for the sake of protecting uninvolved parties) bumped into my friend josh in manhattan. the 3 of us (along with many others) were friends in high school, so she felt the need to shoot me a call... which pretty much made my night.
saturday i ran a few errands, and headed out to new paltz for the night with zach and danny. it was the first time i'd ever been to new paltz, and i absolutely loved it. tons of cool people, tons of cool restaurants/shops, all in a charming/quaint little town. i could actually see myself living there some day.
we stayed in Motel 87 (with 84 rooms... i don't get it), not to be confused with Super 8 Motel. No, no... this place makes that and any other chain motel look like the fucking Ritz-Carlton. We decided to stay there specifically because it was the most sleazy motel in the area, and I'm glad we did. When we checked in, I asked the guy working the front desk (read: the desk) if he'd seen a good share of interesting characters at a place so sketchy. He proceeded to tell me a story about a Nazi who lived there for a few weeks. A Nazi who drank his own urine. And how did the bell-hop come to this conclusion? Simple; when he was called to the Nazi's room to fix broken lightbulbs, etc, he noticed an overpowering stench of urine.... and cups filled with urine.... and an ever-so-present smell of urine on the Nazi's breath. Awesome.
After we checked in and had a few drinks (Pabst Blue Ribbon... it only seemed appropriate), we headed over to a bar called the Oasis to see an old high school friend's band perform (err. zach and danny's hs friend, my hs acquaintance). They surprisingly played a great set. When we grew tired of the Oasis (which, by the way, had a drink name Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots... an homage to Wayne Coyne & Co. + the co-owner of the bar, Yoshimi), we headed over to house party being thrown by a bunch of theatre girls. They were all very friendly, very funny, and very cool. Great times were had by all. This was actually the first time I can remember being at a party with girls I actually enjoyed talking to (and being attracted to). It almost felt weird. I learned that i still do have the capability to hold a playful conversation with members of the opposite sex, which was releiving, to say the least. We stayed out til around 5am, managing to get back to Motel 87 before sunrise.
This morning, we packed our bags, said our goodbyes to our dearly beloved home for the night, and headed home.
All in all, it was the best weekend I've had in a long time. For the first time in a while, I'm actually happy.
Unfortunately, tomorrow is Monday. Meh. Hopefully I can ride this happiness out for a few more days to get me past the daily depression that is my job.
weekend update:
friday i saw l'enfant with michelle michael and spencer. i was surprised at how much i enjoyed it. the film was shot really well (no score! no soundtrack! just dialogue!). oh bruno, what a scummy man.
following said movie, i went directly home and promptly fell asleep. well, that's sort of a lie. while i pulled up to my driveway, i got a very random phone call from a girl that i used to be close with, way back when in high school. i had the most mega crush on her, ever, but was scared to act on it b/c i felt she was way out of my league. come to think of it, i think every is way outta my league, but it's mostly because they actually are. sorry, i got sidetracked. so this girl, let's call her Emma (for the sake of protecting uninvolved parties) bumped into my friend josh in manhattan. the 3 of us (along with many others) were friends in high school, so she felt the need to shoot me a call... which pretty much made my night.
saturday i ran a few errands, and headed out to new paltz for the night with zach and danny. it was the first time i'd ever been to new paltz, and i absolutely loved it. tons of cool people, tons of cool restaurants/shops, all in a charming/quaint little town. i could actually see myself living there some day.
we stayed in Motel 87 (with 84 rooms... i don't get it), not to be confused with Super 8 Motel. No, no... this place makes that and any other chain motel look like the fucking Ritz-Carlton. We decided to stay there specifically because it was the most sleazy motel in the area, and I'm glad we did. When we checked in, I asked the guy working the front desk (read: the desk) if he'd seen a good share of interesting characters at a place so sketchy. He proceeded to tell me a story about a Nazi who lived there for a few weeks. A Nazi who drank his own urine. And how did the bell-hop come to this conclusion? Simple; when he was called to the Nazi's room to fix broken lightbulbs, etc, he noticed an overpowering stench of urine.... and cups filled with urine.... and an ever-so-present smell of urine on the Nazi's breath. Awesome.
After we checked in and had a few drinks (Pabst Blue Ribbon... it only seemed appropriate), we headed over to a bar called the Oasis to see an old high school friend's band perform (err. zach and danny's hs friend, my hs acquaintance). They surprisingly played a great set. When we grew tired of the Oasis (which, by the way, had a drink name Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots... an homage to Wayne Coyne & Co. + the co-owner of the bar, Yoshimi), we headed over to house party being thrown by a bunch of theatre girls. They were all very friendly, very funny, and very cool. Great times were had by all. This was actually the first time I can remember being at a party with girls I actually enjoyed talking to (and being attracted to). It almost felt weird. I learned that i still do have the capability to hold a playful conversation with members of the opposite sex, which was releiving, to say the least. We stayed out til around 5am, managing to get back to Motel 87 before sunrise.
This morning, we packed our bags, said our goodbyes to our dearly beloved home for the night, and headed home.
All in all, it was the best weekend I've had in a long time. For the first time in a while, I'm actually happy.
Unfortunately, tomorrow is Monday. Meh. Hopefully I can ride this happiness out for a few more days to get me past the daily depression that is my job.
I'm so dying right now and feel your pain.
That's all.