Him: I’m so excited to come home! Me: Not as much as I am, kiddo!
I picked up my kid from my in-laws the other day along with the Firecracker.
We stayed for a dinner of pizza and other delicious things.
Didn’t remember to take pics until after we ate almost everything but here’s a pic of some watermelon.
The Firecracker also got her kid as well, but – before we got them – she took the day off work so we could have one last night to ourselves, so we started the night early around the way.
Because it was so early, we were the first people in the bar, so she did some stupid human tricks – as in the main pic of this entry – which I enjoyed.
In another bar, I asked the bartender about the pea green drink they had.
Her: That? It’s a frozen pickleback. The people that like it are just awful. Do you wanna try some? Me: How could I say no? Her: (later) What did you think? Me: It’s admittedly pretty awful…but I couldn’t stop drinking it. Her: (nodding) Yeah…
She liked us enough to comp us some more shots…
…and we rounded things out with more drinks.
The kids are now back and we’re now back in parenting mode, which we both happy about.
Still, it was nice to be carefree if only for a few weeks.
Location: Governors Island, with my favourite tiny human and some of my fave normal-sized humans as well.
Mood: fatty-fat-fat
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Him: Hey! Any chance we could meet up a little earlier tomorrow? Say 10 vs 11? Me: Sure! Him: Perfect, see you then! I’ll be the gray-haired guy with the 6’ tall sixteen-year-old.
My buddy Danny came by with his kid the other day. He moved to Texas ages ago.
Don’t think I’ve seen him since this entry waaaay back in 2007, far before his daughter was born and before he had grey hair.
I gave them a quick tour of the Upper West Side before I had to run back for some zoom meetings.
Gotta say, I think about stopping this blog alla time but then I’m reminded how nice it is to have a place I can just remember things.
Me: His daughter really was six-foot tall. Her: You know, one of these days, the kid and all his friends are gonna be taller than you. Me: (…) Her: (laughing) You ok? Me: My brain just glitched.
Him: I’m glad we could meet up! And you’re right by my sister. Me: It is the upper BEST side, after all. (stopping in the middle of the street) Hold on… Him: Everything ok? Me: Yeah. (pointing down) That’s a baseball imbedded into the street and thought it was interesting enough to take a pic of. (shrugging) It’s kinda what I do.
I’ve also been having some zoom classes for a physcian that lives in Pittsburg. He’s also a former boxer that’s gotten really into kali and reached out to me to see if we could do private zoom classes.
So, for the past few months, I’ve been teaching him here and there.
He randomly ended up like two blocks from my home the other day so we met up for a cuppa joe.
Whenever possible, I always try to make time for people if they’re willing to head up to where I am.
After all, I never know when – or even if – I’ll ever see them again.
When I was a kid, there was either no afterschool programs or my family couldn’t afford to send us, but, in any case, I never knew about the very idea of “afterschool” growing up.
For my own kid, I put him a program so I had time to work, and that was a musical production of Footloose.
Because it was his first time, he only had a bit part with one line, but he was in the cast and had to sing and dance in a number of the songs.
In any case, they had their three shows last week and I went to two of them.
My MIL, SIL, and I went to the one on Thursday; ABFF, her kids, and her sister went on Friday; the Firecracker, her niece, her sister, and I all went on Saturday.
On the one hand, it was pretty well done, I gotta say.
On the other hand, watching two of the same grade-school musicals is pretty much my limit.
The kids with parents that went to all three are pretty lucky as they, clearly, have better parents than my kid has.
On the flip side, there was this nice kid that was also in the show that waved to my kid after the last performance was over and proceeded to walk home alone.
Me: Oh man, that really bothers me. Her: What? That he’s going home alone? Me: Yeah – it means that no one came to see him. Her: Maybe they came to another show. Me: Still…
I’m confident my kid will be angry with me because there’s something about fathers and sons that means there’s always friction there, somehow.
But I hope he remembers that, whenever possible, I showed up.
Him: Thanks for coming! I was looking for you. Me: (laughing) And you found me.
I’m pretty sure the fella on the lower left-hand corner is Tony Danza.
Quick little side story:
On the first night I went with my MIL and SIL, Tony Danza from Who’s the Boss fame sat two rows ahead of us.
We all assumed that he had a kid or grandkid in the audience but one parent told me the following – which, keep in mind, is like the game “telephone” in that you’re like hearing it from the person that heard it from the person that heard it.
Me: Does he have a kid here? Him: I just heard him tell another parent that he was at the park the other day and some kid walked up to him, not knowing who he was, and said, “I’m in a play on Thursday, will you come and watch it?” I think that kid was asking everyone he met to come by. Anyway, Tony Danza heard this and said, “Sure!” and he actually showed up! Me: Man, I always liked him. I hope that’s true.
Regardless, he sat through the whole thing, laughed and clapped at the right times, and left without a fuss.
What a class act.
Should mention that my brother did that picture of my kid for the back cover of the Playbill above – he’s amazing at stuff like that.
We woke up on Easter and promptly went to a Starbucks to caffeine up.
The big reason why we went down to North Carolina was that a relative of the Firecracker’s had passed and the extended family was there to mourn and spread that relative’s ashes.
So, we did that on the last day.
I stayed in the car because I figured this was a private family event and this wasn’t really the time nor place to make formal introductions.
Afterward, we went to her aunt’s house where everyone celebrated the relative’s life as well as had Easter dinner.
Her extended family were also quite nice and I ate myself silly, taking a nap in her aunt’s sunny backyard.
Now, I’d been speaking to Rain this whole trip because he moved to a neighboring state down south.
Rain’s taken a huge 180 in his life and essentially changed from being the ultimate city boy to a farmer.
Legit, he’s a farmer now.
To wit, he wanted to give me some grass-fed beef from a cow he had slaughtered.
Him: This will be the freshest best beef you had in your life. Me: Well, you already had me at free.
So, the Firecracker and I headed back to Walmart to get a cooler.
Gotta say that being in Walmart is a trip for a city boy like myself, who has yet to transition to becoming a farmer.
Literally, they had everything including guns and shotguns on display and various projectiles scattered about.
Me: I could live here. They have everything! Her: Welcome to the south, babe.
We then went back and crashed, only to wake up a few hours later at the crack of ass to make the 12 hour trip back.
But we stopped off first at the parking lot of a Chick-fil-A where I met up with Rain, who arrived in this HUGE red pickup truck.
Me: You’re legit a farmer now. Him: (taking sawdust outta his pockets) Yup.
He filled up the cooler with meat while the Firecracker and her kid went in to get some food. Presently, he and I went in as well and we shot this impromptu video below.
We chatted for just a few minutes before he had to get back on the road – I had to pick up my kid and we were still hours from where we needed to be.
After what seemed like forever, I got the kid…
Me: There you are! I missed you so much! Him: Me too, papa! How was North Carolina? Me: Good – but it woulda been better if you were there.
…and then made it home after being stuck in NYC traffic for a while.
She wants to do this trip every year and I’m not sure I can do that. But I see the appeal for her.
We woke up relatively late to meet the Firecracker’s BIL and sister at a North Carolina BBQ joint called Lexington Barbecue.
Her: You’ll like it if you prefer dry rub to sauces. Me: I like all types of BBQ. Her: This is authentic southern BBQ!
I actually ended getting the fish.
BIL: Lemme get this straight, you come to a Carolina BBQ place and you get…fish?! Me: I’m just gonna eat some of [the Firecracker’s] food – she never finishes.
Turns out she did.
BUT her niece didn’t want any of her food, so I ate that.
After we left, I took some pics outside when I heard a fella called out to me…
Him: Hey! Hey, man! You want some real pictures, come on into the smoker. Me: Hot damn, yeah!
He was the pitmaster and also just a prince of a fella.
So were the two gents working back there as well.
The pitmaster pulled a piece of pork right outta the smoker and handed it to me.
The Firecracker needed to get some legal work done but it was outta my wheelhouse, so I asked my buddy Reed to take a look at it for us, which he did.
So, as a mini-thanks for the help, the Firecracker and I took him out to eat hot pot and get some drinks.
We started off at Hou Hot Pot; the Firecracker and I arrived first, and he came just a few minutes later and had on a pearl necklace, like the Firecracker.
Her: Hey, we’re both wearing pearls! Him: Yes, yes, we are. Me: Dammit, left out again.
….where we chatted with the bartender, who also starred in Drunk Shakespeare.
Me: Is it always the same person drunk each time? Him: Nah, we take turns. Me: Seems sensible.
Reed ordered a Paper Plane variation, while I had my old standby, the Old Fashioned…
…and a rum drink that I’ve never had before.
Bartender: Have you ever had an Old Cuban? Me: Nope, but I’ll have one now.
It was honestly, pretty good – but nuthin could beat that first Old Fashioned.
We got pretty lit there and I got snacky, as I’m usually wont to do.
So, we got some pizza.
Her: Whenever Logan drinks, his “no carbs” rule goes out the window. Me: You sold me out! Her: But it’s true! Me: That’s not the point!
It wasn’t enough.
Reed: Let’s go to Crif Dogs and get cheap beer and some dogs. Me: Sold! Him: We can also check out the speakeasy there that’s hidden behind the phone booth. Her: What? Wait, is this Please Don’t Tell?
It was.
But the line was waaaaay too long so we just got dogs and beer.
Turns out the guy running the front desk grew up in Ithaca, where I went to college.
Him: My family owned Rogan’s. Me: For serious? Man, I haven’t had that in ages.
We just ended up chatting the night away.
Him: Oh, I was engaged once. Me: No kidding? Him: We’re still friends. Her daughter visited the city not too long ago and I showed her around. Me: You’re such a mensch!
It was late when we headed back, and we ran into my buddy Lau who had just finished up a private show.
A lot more happened, but I suppose this is all I wanted to tell you.
Her: You know what’s wild? The same time we were in the room where Marie Antoinette was born, my sister was in Paris in the room she was in right before she died. Me: That *is* wild – and so sad to me for some reason.
The last day we were there, the Firecracker had us heading out to the Schönbrunn Palace, which was where the Hapsburgs summered.
Coincidentally, her sister was in Paris at the same time, leading to the conversation above.
Now the Firecracker just likes going to castles in general, but I was super jazzed to see the Roman ruins – more on that in a moment.
Beforehand, though, we enjoyed some of the Christmas market outside the castle before heading in.
Just like the Hofburg, it was opulent and impressive.
While there was a glass cutaway in the palace showing the Roman ruins, I wanted to see the more impressive ruins on the grounds…
…and they were super impressive…
Me: I’ve never seen such nicely kept ruins, ever! Her: This is amazing!
…and super fake:
Me: Holy cow, I can’t tell you how disappointed I am. Her: Man, that stinks!
To assuage somea that disappointment, we headed to the next town over in search of a traditional German joint that was less than 550 years old.
We stepped into the first nice place we saw and ordered a Diet Coke and another Radler…
…along with a traditional Weiner Schnitzel and Beef Goulash.
It was all pretty good but definitely not American-sized portions, so I was still pretty hungry afterward.
Her: You’re always hungry. Me: This is true.
There was one last castle that the Firecracker wanted to check out before we left but, because I was still hungry, we hopped off the tram early to check out a bar right before it called Cafe Prinz.
Me: (to owner) Zwei bitte. Und gibt es Apfelstrudel und Wurst? Owner: I’m sorry, do you speak English? My German isn’t so good. Firecracker: (surprised) Are you American? Owner: (shaking head) No, I’m from Czech Republic, moved to Canada decades ago, and was on my way back home to the Czech Republic when my friend convinced me to stop here in Vienna and we ended up buying this bar.
She was super nice, and we ended up taking a picture with her.
The Firecracker wrote some postcards for her parents, and I offered to drop them off at the post office for her.
It was “only” two blocks away but each one of these blocks were like three NYC avenues.
Firecracker: I thought you got lost! Me: I didn’t but…man, they don’t fool around with the blocks here.
After we had some food and drink, we headed off to the last castle.
There was another Christmas Market there, so I ended up buying more Glühwein with this cool mug.
We ended up just enjoying the market for a bit before heading back.
The next morning, we took off for home.
It was pretty uneventful except for the fact that we had to board the plane from the tarmac…
…and the food was pretty atrocious.
Her: It’s not good. Me: It tastes like they saw a picture of a pizza and decided to make it based on the picture.
We got back to the states and missed the train back into the city by just two minutes.
Her: Wait, the train’s delayed, we didn’t miss it after all. Me: Awesome! Well, that’s a good way to end this trip.
The Firecracker and I thanked Fattah and his friends for the hospitality and got up to leave when two guys recognized me from Scenic Fights and insisted on buying us drinks.
The drinks turned out to be a round of shots.
Me: I think I had…(counting) four drinks? Five? Her: Same, I think.
It was a gorgeous night, so we took the long walk to train station more suitable for getting home.
She stopped a few times along the way to admire some stores and such.
We just barely managed to catch one train uptown – the next train wasn’t scheduled to arrive until 26 more minutes.
Getting outta the station in the UWS…
Me: What are your thoughts on 1AM pizza? Her: Yes! Let’s do it. Me: Dammit, I shoulda had those churros. Her: Food always tastes better after midnight. Me: Yes, but in the morning, it tastes like regret.
There was a bottle for ranch that I wanted to put on my pizza but it was empty. I figured it was fate telling me to not go overboard but then the fella behind the counter insisted that I take a new bottle and I ended up dousing my slice with ranch dressing.
Me: I didn’t even know that was an option!
We both crashed pretty hard – I don’t think I woke up until after noon the next day.
Her: I went out, ran, and went shopping. I was gonna break into your room if I didn’t hear from you after I was done shopping. Me: Blargh. I hate myself. Her: (laughs)
It was actually her sister’s birthday that day, so I grabbed her sister my favourite bottle of rum, and we went down to go see her.
Along the way, we walked past another street fair but I was still digesting the pizza from the previous night.
Me: God, that was such good pizza. Her: Nah, you were just drunk. Everything tastes better when you’ve been drinking.
There were actually a couple more birthdays after that, but those stories all belong to someone else.
So here are just some more rando photos of the street fair.
The Firecracker’s kid and my kid were away, plus she was in the middle of moving, so I ended up helping her schlepp her stuff here and there.
Her: We have to bring this TV to my new place so I can give it away. Me: What?! That’s ridiculous. It’s gonna rain soon. Just slap a sign on it that it’s a free TV and someone’ll take it. Her: Are you sure? I’d hate for it to end up in a landfill. Me: Trust me.
It was gone in a few hours.
After a full day of that and a million other errands, we decided to treat ourselves afterwards to a drink at a local bar.
We got some appetizers…
…and drinks.
But the night seemed super early yet.
Me: Do you wanna go someplace else? Her: With you? Sure!
Her: Who wrote Robinson Crusoe? Me: Daniel Defoe. Hey, did you know that it was based on a real person named Alexander Selkirk? Just before he died, he dreamt of being back on his island. Her: You know a lotta useless information, Lo. Me: We’re using it right now!
Of course, I ended up spilling hot sauce all over the cards.
Her: LOGAN! I can’t bring you anywhere. Me: (sighing) Evidently not. I’ll get some paper.
After several drinks and food, we walked outta the bar.
Me: I want more food. Her: We can get some chicken sandwiches and a pina colada over at Tiki Chick. Me: Sold!
While the Firecracker went to the restroom, I chatted with the manager.
Me: Where in Africa are you from? Him: Sengal. Me: Oh. I loved a girl once that worked in Dakar. Him: Really? That’s so great. Was that her? Me: (shaking head) No. No, that’s my girlfriend. The girl from Dakar was…someone else. She…got sick. Him: Oh. (gently) Your girlfriend is very pretty. Me: (nodding) I think so too. Thanks.
Location: earlier tonight, walking all over LIC so the Firecracker could see the fireworks for the first time.
Mood: full and tired
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