Back to the Grind
Monday morning. 6:00. Hot as balls. Yes... balls in my bedroom. Get up, open the window, turn on the fan, lay back down.
6:24 - Realize that sleep was no longer going to happen. Hacking cough, stuffy nose, and too much beer the night before were too strong. Gave in to consciousness.
6:30- Shower. Excellent excellent cleansing shower.
6:45- Outside watering the "grass". Yes, we planted our lawn this weekend, so we now get to water it many times a day in hopes that the grass will eventually grow and overpower the weeds. I'll just be happy with a nice little mix, you know, like 60% weeds, 40% grass.
7:04- Sit down and play Socom II. Died. Many times. Finally was able to kill someone. Led in two rounds. It was very fulfilling.
8:00-Laid in bed with Laura trying to decide if skipping the Tuesday after Memorial Day weekend was frowned down upon by employers. The answer was inevitably yes, so we got up and started getting ready.
So this weekend we had three days and three BBQs. It was quite good. Laura purchased a BBQ grill. It was one of the more interesting experiences I've had as of late. We got the grill (all 134lbs of it) in this huge ass box from Target. So we're pushing it out on a dolly and the Target people explain that there are "Taxi's" outside the doors. Turns out the taxis were really just guys with trucks and SUV's that would haul your stuff. So we got into a Nissan Pathfinder with a Jamaican dude. Quite interesting. In retrospect it probably wasn't the smartest thing, but ehh.. we got the grill home.
So we're all stoked, so we put the grill together and realize that our propane tank that we got is empty.
One would think that it would be an easy thing to get propane, but no. It's not. It's NYC, most people don't have back yards let alone BBQ grills. So we trek out to RedHook on that last stop on the G train to go to this welding supply store. Walked through GHETTO neighborhoods. Saw a woman with a cane, a mu-mu, and hole in her neck. Quite the crowd. So we finally get there and they tell us that they don't fill tanks, so I'm like great, but they do give you replacements. So we gave them our brand new tank and they gave me a shitty old beaten up one. I was none too pleased.
So we get back on the subway and head back, hook up the propane, have steaks ready to go on and all we hear is hissing. Turns out that the propane tank we got was missing a damn washer. So off we go again carrying around this 50lb fucking propane tank to the hardware store. Long story short, we grilled some steaks.
Anywho. It's almost 10:00, I should try to get some work done.