My old college house and old haunts
The Firecracker had met my college friends a few times before but cappy only once because he couldn’t make several of the last get-togethers.
He and I actually met before we started college – totally randomly – at a party out in Queens when we were seniors in college. Otherwise, there wasn’t really anything interesting that they told Firecracker about me back in the day.
Later, Cappy and Rick told her all about our college house setup.
Her: How many guys were in the house?
Cap: (thinking) 10?
Ricky: We gave Logan the closet.
Me: This is true. And, besides the 10 people that lived in the house, there was always someone in the living room – regardless of time or day – for some strange reason.
She also had a good story to tell him.
Her: I found his stash of snacks the other day.
Him: What?
Her: Logan keeps a box fulla snacks under his bed.
Me: In my defense, they were the backup to my emergency snacks…which she ate!
Her: You shouldn’t have left them with me!
Cappy, and architect and interior designer by trade, took my pen and sketched out our ground floor layout from memory.
It was weird seeing him draw it because I found myself remembering things about living there that I’d not thought of in some 31+ years.
Because I’d had a full basket of bread at the restaurant earlier that evening, I decided to get myself a couplea sweet mixed cocktails.
Her: You can get yourself a girlie drink.
Me: God, I do love myself a girlie drink. Doubt they have any umbrellas.
I did manage some self-control, though. Cappy ordered a ton of churros and other desserts and, as much as I wanted some, I didn’t have any.
Since my kid and the Firecracker’s kid were away, we decided to head downtown to see my buddy Fattah, who’s now a member of our Scenic Fights team.
Along the way, we came across a store that seemed to only sell churros.
Me: Dammit. I shoulda had a churro.
Her: We’ll get something later.
He was working at Verlaine and Pac had literally just ran into him that same night so I decided to see him as well just for a little fun.
Him: LOGAN!
Me: Hey man, how are you?
It was nice seeing him outside of our work. I’d been to Verlaine a few times decades ago with Rain and company. This was the first time I’d been there in at least 20 years, I gotta think.
Fattah got us a killer table and comped us two drinks.
Our waiter, Brian, was a nice young fella with two black eyes and bruises all over his face.
Me: Dude, what did the other guy look like?
Fattah: Guy(s) – he got jumped.
I’m guessing he got beat up purely because of what he was – which is a young gay man. It just boggles the mind that such a thing can happen in this day and age in NYC.
Then again, I suppose there will always be assholes around, regardless of time or geography.
There’s more but this is getting long so I’ll wrap it up in the next entry.
Location: just now, dislocating another finger on my keyboard. I’m a menace to myself.
Mood: menacing
Music: Let’s get rich and build our house on a mountain (Spotify)