A Day In The Life

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Sunday June 2, 2002 1:45am
One does not get too many weeks like this past one, and for good reason. One either gets an emotional breakdown or dies of alchohol poisoning. Ug tis a week in review:

Sunday Bloody Sunday:
woke up drunk. Was greeted by the morning with a "Bobert get up!", from a friend I was crashing with. Together we went (he walked I sortof staggered) to the graduation of some cool kids i know. I spent the majority of the ceremony in pain trying to downgrade my kinda drunk to an extreme hangover. That failed. However i did consciously avoid the champagne after the formal affair was over. That is I avoided champagne until Jason and Amanda called me a pussy, whereupon I slammed a glass of champagne (*my* glass of champagne, incidentally) tipping me back over into the (kinda no longer) drunk arena. And that's when I met all the parents. Nothing like a drunk Bobert in regards to first impressions.

I left Poughkeepsie in pain, passed out in the car ride down, and did not regain sobreity 'til 10pm.

Monday:
The house threw a bbq for Memorial Day and all was going well 'til we learned that a close friend was really really sick; and not in the alcohol poisoing way that Benny is always whining about. The party went on but spirits were definetly dampered.

Tuesday:
Work sucked. Not that the first day back after the weekend does not always suck, or that work does not suck in general; but because of the aforementioned reason (really sick friend) I was in a daze. Maybe it's just me, but coding errors always pale when compared to one's mortality or that of one's loved ones. Eh, It probably is just me. That aside, never let it be said that we meLoungers never stick together. The NYC contingent visited said sick friend, and though performed no miracles hopefully put some hearts at ease.

Wednesday:
Sometimes one must evaluate one's priorities and at this point work was not one of them. Fuck it I said. I co-babysat the 10yr old brother of the friend, and let me tell you what a chore that was not. As 10yr olds go he is perhaps the coolest I have met thus far. He's belligerant, in love with both video games and wanton destruction, and angry (well mainly just full of spunk. a lot of throwing of ninja stars went back and forth. mainly him with the ninja stars and myself with the bodyslams.) To say that we got along fabulously is truly an understatement. The friend's parents had scored tickets to the musical The Lion King. An absolutely amazing performace that was stunning both visually and in its conception and that bored the pants of the 10yr old. He reminded me that 10yr olds need to be forcibly dragged away from TV and video games, cause they will never leave voluntarily. It's not as if one can say "Hey 10yr old wanna do this fresh and exciting thing," cause the answer will always be NO! More often than not one must turn off the TV/Video Game console, wrestle their shoes on, and drag them kicking and screaming (and sometimes biting and head butting) out of their happy little rut. Why is that you ask, because it builds character and makes them more of a wordly person. If you pass along the last sentence to either of my parents or anyone else I spent significant time with in my childhood, I will have you shot.

Thursday:
God Thursday sucked. There are few days that make me annoyed with the fact of my existence but Thursday was one. Woke up exhasusted having gotten no sleep since the news of Monday, and pretty much stressed as fuck. I was then greeted with stupid house issues in the morning, more brought on by tension all around than for any real reason. I was distracted with work and realized that i had to revamp a significant part of one of my projects. When i left work i really only yearned for tranquility, a miniminal of confrontaion, and a bit of solitude. One of out of three ain't bad but its still a pain in my ass. I went to library to get some DVDs found some great ones but was told that my library card was not working, and that I would have to go to the main desk to resolve the issue, but in the meantime i could not get my DVD's seeing as how the department was closing. Frustrated but not undaunted i went upstairs to pick out some cool books and graphic novels, however at checkout i was told that my card was cancelled. Being the sole user of my card i was told that this was not possible and a mistake must have been made. I was then told that it didn't matter, i was fucked, to leave my books there, come back at some point and get to pay 2 dollars and re-fill out an application because of a computer error, and to have a nice day. Oh wait, they never told me to have a nice day. I came home to find my apt lovingly abandoned, and on the couch did my best to find my sanity.

Friday:
Went back to karate. I hadn't been back since my membership expired and I had not renewed because of said chaos and being sick before that. Was looking out for someone but I didn't see her there. But it worked out because I got to work with my friend Michael Littner the Black Belt. Yes, that is his full name. Wait, his full name is Michael "The Jew" Littner The Black Belt. Well, after class, me and my pal, the bad ass from zion, wandered around the city until we ran across another friend of ours, Adam. Coincidentally, the same guy who awakened me ever so gently at the beginning of this rant. Well we wandered some more, got food, were abandoned by the jew, wandered some more, yada yada. Eventually the wandering led us to a record shop where we met up with another friend. To make a long story short, I bought my first 2 records in my attempt to learn how to spin, and came back home watched the NBA playoffs (good) with friends (really good), 40s (good and bad), and 99cents czech beer (nothing but bad).

Saturday:
Days started with the classic 2 entree breakfast are hard to fuck up. Co-babysat with the friend for the 10yr old. Good times all around. I was reminded why I never see the NYC sights or sights anywhere else for that matter: tourist and lines. If I wanted to spend my day in lines i'd renew my Driver's License (something I've been putting off for too long. should happen this coming Friday. expect an angry post). In then end, we got to the top of the Empire State Building (now the highest point in NYC. damn terrorists), had some sushi (the kid amazed me again by ordering a roll not seen on the menu but known well by the waiter) and coffee and dessert at French Roast a favortite spot of mine. I would have finished the kid's Strawberry Shortcake (another fav of mine) but he found it neccesaey to eject mucus into his dessert while laughing. They can't all be winners.
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