that is, if you think it works.
Yeah, here's my weekend. In photos. As usual.
Actually, first off: This week a friend of mine cornered me and was all "Dude, how do you have the time to do all that stuff and put it on your site?" I have all that time because I'm not documenting things like my Friday night when I lost track of time studying, started calling friends close to 10, no one was available, so I bought some Taco Bell, and studied some more.
So, yeah, down to the photo business.
File under "Crazy": my friend Myung has a ping pong table in his apartment.
Saturday was a really nice day (not as nice as today [Monday] was, today was just stupid-nice out). Look how nicely the curves of new glass tower at Astor Place blend in with the west side of the East Village.
Months ago I agreed to go see Clem Snide with a friend this weekend (does that make sense?) I had seen them in the summer, and it was a good time, I felt no strong compulsion to see them again, but there was so much enthusiasm from the other end that I couldn't say no. A small group of willing Clem Snide attendees formed around this bundle of excitement, but then, at the very last moment, she dropped out of the trip, leaving us to attend Clem Snide without an enthusiasm nucleus. We were as lost and confused as shoppers at a Walmart without a Greeter (hope you saw Simpsons Sunday) and wound up eating rather poorly served Mexican food on Rivington before heading to the show which started SO late that sticking around for the encore simply wasn't an option. Still, the boys of Clem Snide put on a good show and stunned the audience with their matching white tuxes. I can't believe that dude can sing just like on the albums.
After the show I walked and walked, trying to find an open F/V.
Definitely not open.
Along the way I saw all sorts of things.
On Sunday church was just super great, for many reasons, one of which was another unexpected appearance by Ashlee Cook, in town once again. Before catching her flight back to DC (high roller) she came over and checked out her first appearance on Steady Mobbin' and we reminisced over Good Ol' Provo.
Sunday night I had 2000 people over to eat cheese and watch the two new episodes of Arrested Development that were played back to back. As mentioned yesterday, these episodes were on crack. I think the room was clearly divided between those who were not laughing at all because they hadn't ever seen Arrested Development before and those who couldn't stop laughing (very hard) because they were aficionados. Definitely two of the most series-dependent episodes I had ever seen. The two episodes fed off the same two concurrent storylines: 1) Maggie Lizer returns and is pregnant, Michael tries to find out if the child is his, Tobias must break into Maggie's house again (this time he brings Lindsay along) 2) Buster is about to head off to Iraq, but he goes swimming in the ocean . . . and a loose seal bites off his hand. Really. When this "happened" (it was quickly referenced in the "Next week on Arrested Development" portion of the first episode and in the second episode it was treated like something that had already happened) half the room screamed in shock, the other half just thought it was weird (I assume.) The Maggie Lizer plotline didn't interest me at all, Buster drugged up at hospital and at home with his hook, however, did interest me. I guess they've decided to go with "crazy" this season.
And, for the record, today [Monday] was so stupid-nice out that I had to go down for dumplings on Eldridge (that would be a street, not a person) between classes because I would've been an ingrate to have stayed inside all day. And then, just when the day couldn't get any better, we talked about "perils of the sea" in Admiralty. Awesome.
On my way to the dumplings I saw the new Mustang. Whenever I see Mustangs I think of the way the pronounce Mustang in Mexico, which is "Moose-taynge."
Oddly enough, George Sr. had choice words about the hood of the new Mustang on Arrested Development Sunday night. Words which I shall not repeat here. But they were choice.