In the middle of March I went to a discussion at a nearby bookstore between the Lucky Peach Editorial Staff and some of their contributing writers.
For about a week I ate mostly fast food fish sandwiches. I cannot explain where this mood came from, the fish sandwich-eating mood. But fortunately for everyone, it was just a passing weirdness.
Celebrated Patricia's birthday at the Melody Lanes in Brooklyn where I saw the best bartender in the universe.
One March Sunday I observed a group of fire fighters (the other ones are crouching on the opposite side of the car) trying to get their fire station cat out from under a car.
Don't worry! They got it out.
Visited the MoMA with Alpha and a mess of visitors from Utah. Interacted with the art.
One of my favorite bits of performance art: The Bodega Cat installations throughout the city.
A few weeks ago I had my first Cheeky Sandwiches sandwich.
And my last Salvation Tacos torta.
Visited the roof of the Pod 39 Hotel.
Noticed restaurants that tickled my funny bone.
Train arrival signs: A gift and a curse. Sometimes I'd rather just wonder if a train was ever coming than have to know it was going to take 20 minutes.
Spent Conference Sunday roasting (and then shredding) a pork butt. Also cooked a giant pot of chili.
That night I went to a social gathering in an apartment on the 30th floor the the Gehry Building downtown.
Something you can't tell from the outside: That the elevators are wild.
My tutoring fame has been spreading through the country.
This is the pump I was hooked up to for 6 weeks and the antibiotics that ran through it. I changed it daily, all on my own. Almost two weeks ago now I was finally disconnected from it, ending a section of one of the chapters of the story about how I had my elbow removed.
I only sorta kinda miss his little R2 beeps, but I sure like not having to carry him around all the time.
Surprise! This is the tube that was sewn into my arm and ran to my heart, to circulate those antibiotics all around.
You could say I celebrated the removal with a trip to Diner in Williamsburg, my first visit to that fine establishment in 7 years. If you want to visit a neat place where they turn the music up a little louder every few minutes and you have to absolutely scream at your dining companion to be heard at all, I really recommend Diner.
Got Collin's wedding announcement in the mail one day,
And an original work of Collin art the other.
Discovered this abandoned diner on the West Side Highway that I had never noticed before.
Used my pork for tacos.
And went to my second basketball game in three weeks (my first visit to the Barclays Center in Brooklyn)
A Tip: When they tell you "Hey, go around back, there's no line for that entrance" they are LYING.
But I found my first Nets game to be awfully fun. And a screaming bargain at $15 for a super high up seat. Cheaper than a 3D movie!