Sunday, November 13, 2005
The Answer to Life's Most Important Question: Versace Blue Jeans
I typically like to keep the blog at a PG-13 rating. For this reason, I will not be able to recap the events of Friday night.
Right now, I'm sitting in Spiro's kitchen in Astoria while Irf and Spiro watch Game 7 of last year's ALCS on DVD. I'm not sure what it is, but I have a hard time being entertained by things when I already know the outcome. I think this is why I hardly own any DVD's...there just aren't that many movies that I'm willing to watch a second time -- much less a third or fourth.
I woke up at 6:00 AM on Saturday morning, not long after going to bed. I was on the futon in the living room next to Brendan, who was still wearing a button down shirt and jeans. I remembered that he had to get up at 8:00 AM to move the car so he didn't get a ticket and I became very anxious for him to leave so I could sprawl out and get a few hours sleep. I think I woke up every two minutes for two straight hours. A very satisfying way to sleep. After the clock finally struck 8:00 AM, Brendan rolled off the futon and went out to move the car, which already had a ticket on it, unbeknownst to him. Being unable to resist an argument, Brendan somehow found the person that had given him the ticket and launched into a tirade about how there were no signs that the car had to be moved for street cleaning and therefore no reason that he should get a ticket. For some reason, the person listened to his complaints for about 20 minutes and got their supervisor, who recinded the ticket. I would have never imagined this outcome...and it was especially hard to believe as it was explained to me by Brendan and then Irfan as I was half awake at best.
We kept things relatively tame last night, as Spiro, Irf, and I went out to dinner with Rudman, The Councilman, and Punam. By the time we took the subway back to Astoria, it was already 12:30 AM. We had thoughts of going out to the bar, but Irf was fading in and out of sleep, so we decided to stay in for the night.
This morning, we were awoken by a guy in the alley next to Spiro's apartment.
Guy in Alley: Scott! Scott! Please forgive me! I didn't get your message.
I was pretty sure I was dreaming, until I opened my eyes and I could still hear him through the open window.
Guy in Alley: Scott! Don't let it end like this. I'm getting help. I'm going to therapy!
Now I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not, until I heard Irf yell from the other room.
Irf: I forgive you!
Clearly, Guy in alley was not convinced that this was Scott, so he kept shouting and begging for Scott's forgiveness for the next few minutes. I can't deal with drama that early in the morning. Okay, it's time for breakfast...I'm out.
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Right now, I'm sitting in Spiro's kitchen in Astoria while Irf and Spiro watch Game 7 of last year's ALCS on DVD. I'm not sure what it is, but I have a hard time being entertained by things when I already know the outcome. I think this is why I hardly own any DVD's...there just aren't that many movies that I'm willing to watch a second time -- much less a third or fourth.
I woke up at 6:00 AM on Saturday morning, not long after going to bed. I was on the futon in the living room next to Brendan, who was still wearing a button down shirt and jeans. I remembered that he had to get up at 8:00 AM to move the car so he didn't get a ticket and I became very anxious for him to leave so I could sprawl out and get a few hours sleep. I think I woke up every two minutes for two straight hours. A very satisfying way to sleep. After the clock finally struck 8:00 AM, Brendan rolled off the futon and went out to move the car, which already had a ticket on it, unbeknownst to him. Being unable to resist an argument, Brendan somehow found the person that had given him the ticket and launched into a tirade about how there were no signs that the car had to be moved for street cleaning and therefore no reason that he should get a ticket. For some reason, the person listened to his complaints for about 20 minutes and got their supervisor, who recinded the ticket. I would have never imagined this outcome...and it was especially hard to believe as it was explained to me by Brendan and then Irfan as I was half awake at best.
We kept things relatively tame last night, as Spiro, Irf, and I went out to dinner with Rudman, The Councilman, and Punam. By the time we took the subway back to Astoria, it was already 12:30 AM. We had thoughts of going out to the bar, but Irf was fading in and out of sleep, so we decided to stay in for the night.
This morning, we were awoken by a guy in the alley next to Spiro's apartment.
Guy in Alley: Scott! Scott! Please forgive me! I didn't get your message.
I was pretty sure I was dreaming, until I opened my eyes and I could still hear him through the open window.
Guy in Alley: Scott! Don't let it end like this. I'm getting help. I'm going to therapy!
Now I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not, until I heard Irf yell from the other room.
Irf: I forgive you!
Clearly, Guy in alley was not convinced that this was Scott, so he kept shouting and begging for Scott's forgiveness for the next few minutes. I can't deal with drama that early in the morning. Okay, it's time for breakfast...I'm out.
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