Just a few notes from the past weekend:
Discovery: Their is no awesome happy hour after work on Friday. No place beckons. There is no crowd that is full with a diverse crowd and great music and people just thrilled that the work week is over and the weekend has arrived. Or maybe my standards are too high.
Discovery: One of my favorite afterwork places is still around. And while it has a good happy hour, it's in a different way. It's a pub just off of Washington Square Park. While the owner sits like a latter-day Night of a Thousand Stevies royalty serving court off of the pool table, some of the city's best burgers are served up with three dollar pints. And by best burgers, there is no implication of gourmet. The is the thick and juicy dream burger of your youth. Additionally, it's one of those places that you so love so as to NOT mention the name, as attention would bring twattery. Not that there are twats reading this, except that one. (Yeah, you know who you are, you twat.)
Discovery: In addition to doing interesting things with cucumbers, my bud is a very good player of the video game Buck Hunter.
Discovery: A Bear's Life magazine (to which I subscribe out of curiosity) advertises on Logo.
Discovery: According to a conversation overheard on the subway, there are people working at military bases on the west coast who call war protest groups who snitch on the military. If there is to be a troop or weapons movement, those inside the bases inform protesters who then form blockades against the military deployment. Now if this is true, is it just me that has never seen any mainstream media reportage? Whatever happened to reportage?
Emotion: Just kidding.
