Walked down to Times Square from the UWS to catch the da Vinci exhibit.
That’s a whole entry there but just lemme say that: (a) there was a time when religion, science, and art went together and (b) it strikes me as really strange that the same country that gave us da Vinci gave us the people on the Jersey Shore.
Speaking of giving us people, Bryson came by with his fatty today and she was the cutest thing. Make’s me think about having a kid myself. Then again, can barely take care of George and Harold. Still, think all guys start thinking about cranking out a few rug rats roundabout this time.
As I told you before, Bryson’s no joke – took the bronze at the Pan-Americans. But something about a kid mellows a fella out.
Cooked him up some wings and we kicked back a beer as she drooled happily all over him.
Then had dinner with a buddy that owns this jaw-dropping 4,400 SF pad and four kids a few blocks from me.
It’s cool, seeing your friends become men.
Like I said, maybe I’ll get a fatty of my own some day.
Location: three blocks away
Music: Sleep tonight And may your dreams Be realized
Location: 9:00 yest, pulling a lever on the UWS
Music: may your dreams Be realized
Making some major life decisions but I’ll fill you in on those later. On an unrelated matter, broke my right pinky. Again.
Guess you’ve seen Pretty in Pink. But I much preferred the remake, which came out the very next year called Some Kind of Wonderful. Same director, same writer, different cast but same roles.
The writer and director couldn’t get the ending they wanted for Pretty in Pink. Ergo, Some Kind of Wonderful. So their got their ending.
In other news, voted today. Got a free cuppa joe and now my hands’re shaking like an 80s crack addict. The voting machines were the same grey machines they had in NYC since I was kid – also in the 80s. More things change, the more they stay the same. I worry we got a different cast, but the same roles.
But there is one aspect of this story, however, I particularly like. MLK was murdered seven years before I was born. 44 years ago. Now a black dude is the 44th president – and almost no one I know thinks of him as a black dude. He’s just a brilliant, ambitious man. That’s something different and good. Hopefully, we’ll have the ending we want.
God bless and protect the man and the office. Le Roi est mort, vive le Roi…
YASYCTAI: Be hopeful (1 min/1 pt)