I had just about the most filling Presidents Day Weekend ever this weekend. Friday night I went to the opera and ate at Schiller's (Schiller's reportage forthcoming) and that alone would have made for a pretty full weekend, but did it stop there? Not at all.
First of all, on Saturday, I Swiffered under my futon for the first time in ages. Can you believe this thing? Disgusting, right? But check it out, in the background, you can see my new shoes. I was so proud of them I kept them on that table all weekend so I could see them whenever I wanted. That's how it is when you've got new shoes.
My primary Saturday activity was going up to the Holy Trinity Lutheran Church on Central Park West to help feed the old folks. It's something my church does regularly, but it was the first time I'd ever gone. It was awesome, of course.
We cooked chili for the old people, we bought the ingredients at the grocery store and everything. I cooked the beef, six pounds worth, in tiny frying pans that just didn't get the job done. Here we've got Stephen and Jeff Mulcock (the NYC Bros) and Jill at the chili pot.
A good new name for Steady Mobbin' would be "People Tasting Things and then Making Faces dot Com". That's Sarah and there's Ian, tasting some of the fruit. And then there's Jeff tasting the chili and making a face about it. A thinking face. And then Ian's licking the brownie bowl clean.
I bet you want to see pictures of old people. Sorry, no pictures of awesome old people. I just didn't feel good about taking secret pictures of someone's grandmas and putting them up on the internet. I took off when they started busting out the Bingo boards (seriously) and walked down CPW. Those Gates, they might be growing on me. And the Time Warner Building looked extra shiny Saturday afternoon.
Someone has lost their parrot. Keep an eye peeled.
Sunday evening Joe Jackson had a thing where a bunch of people came to his house and kind of ate dinner. I suppose you'd call it a "party" but I think it might have been more of a "gathering" or a "to-do". But it as a party/gathering/to-do full of surprises, like, for one, Sarah Jane Udall was back in town, but just for a bit.
This is Josh. Here's the thing about Josh (and I've never told this to anyone before), I've realized that he looks just like a super hero's alter-ego.
I mean, how can you tell me that dude isn't secretly Spider-Man? I wouldn't be surprised.
If you didn't already know about it, you'd be pretty surprised to find out about Karisa's new hair color. And Jenna made a new best friend at the party.
After a while I went up to 108th Street with Rebekah and Erin to learn tricky games and watch Arrested Development. You can't tell it from the photos, but their apartment was packed full of game players, it wasn't just the three of us. And those are Metro Card playing cards, I'm not making a joke and pretending a bunch of Metro Cards are playing cards.
Here's something for everyone to know: Erin and I were in the same ward freshman year at BYU and now, 9 and 1/2 years later, we've finally hung out. It was great, and I've certainly wasted a lot of my life by not knowing Erin better and meeting her friends up until now. (And Becca ain't so bad herself, by the way)
But the Presidents Day weekend excitement just won't stop! There's more! Monday morning Lauren organized a brunchish gathering at Markt in the Meat Packing District. You can see here that I didn't exactly arrive completely rested.
More pictures of people eating things. That's Genevieve in the pink, if you didn't know. And when I think about it, I don't really like omelets, so I don't know why I always order them. I mean, look at how much everyone loves their strawberry waffles? Why didn't I just get strawberry waffles?
Wandering home from that I realized that the 6th Avenue Bed Bath and Beyond is in a really great looking old building.
And this is what I'll call the "Sight of the Weekend." What we've got here is a young girl of four or five walking with her nanny, wearing a trendy long parka with requisite fur-trimmed colar, furry Wookie moonboots, and a hat with pointy animal ears. Also, she's got her American Indian American Girl doll under her elbow like most (slightly older) girls carry their Dior purses. Now, I don't typically take secret photos of little kids when I'm out on the street, but the girl was so clearly wearing exactly what she wanted to be wearing that it reminded me of how my brother Greg used to wear this flourescent orange tiger-print shorts with matching t-shirt and his cowboy boots (on the wrong feet) and a coonskin cap and I really started to think about what the world would be like if kids always got to wear exactly what they wanted.
And that's pretty much the whole weekend, except for my supper at Schiller's. And I did my laundry. In my pajamas. And I ran into Elvis on the elevator when I was in my pajamas. I gave him this "Wassup'?" nod, and he looked at me like "You don't give people wassup' nods in their place of residence." My bad, I just thought he'd be glad I was showing him props.
Also I've purchased my Spring Break LA and SLC airplane tickets. West Coast and Wasatch Front Friends of Steady Mobbin' stay posted, reunion specifics to follow shortly.
And Does anyone know anything about getting t-shirts made in New York City? I'm finally gonna make my Christmas presents.
3 comments:
Odd, isn't it that I look fatter in the picture in which I'm eating fruit than in the one where I'm devouring a bowl of brownie batter? Perhaps it's a sign: I need to eat fewer fruits and vegetables and more chocolates and baked-goods!
You never made mention of the president's day aero matress...curious.
I thought pictures were worth 1000 words, and that some pictures obviously said: "The gaming carried on so well that the next thing I knew it was very late and I was in a strange neighborhood without dependable trains, so I fell asleep on a slender aero mattress as the furnace growled at me."
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