Friday Evening's....YOU HAVE TATTOOS ON YOUR FACE!
This past Saturday my mother came into the city to go out for Restaurant week. We went to Smith and Wolenskis. The meal was okay, but, it being as it is, the ambiance was a little off. That place is very good ol' boy, and, in my experience, unless you walk into there with a $2000 suit and a bunch of cronies at your side, you are going to get a little less service. Oh well, I suppose that's what Restauant week is about.
After that little shindig, we went up to the AKC Store and took a look at the puppies. The sales people there are ridiculous. Not only do their business cards say "Pet Consultant" but I honestly think that the Pet Consultants actually feel very special. Every time I've been into that place, they are so very rude. I want to just say to them "You work in a fucking pet store!! Get over yourself!"
After dragging my mother out of the pet store we decided that it would be a good idea to go and get a massage from Waterlilly. That went as expected. I honestly don't think the masseuses have any sort of certification, but for $35 for a 45 min massage, what do you expect.
Our next stop was TKTS in Times Square. We ended up getting tickets to Producers. I don't know why Times Square bothers me so much, maybe it's because I worry that people will think that I'm a tourist or something. I just hate being around so many people with half of them trying to hand you something and the other half gawking up at the lights. We went to a bar for a little bit and had a drink before the play started.
The play was uneventful, but the real part of the night that stands out in my mind happened after the play. It was already close to Midnight when we got out. We brougth my mother to her car and decided to go out and meet up with some of Laura's friends.
We went to a bar down in the East Villiage. Around 3:30 Laura and I finally decided to leave, but there was a pretty tall guy standing in the door of the bar. He introduced himself and it immediatly became apparent that he was way past sober. He was obviously eyeing up Laura and attempting to hit on her. We found out that he grew up in a little town called Sulfer in Louisiana. Laura knew where it was and was making small talk with him. He told her that he lived at 2nd Avenue and 3rd Avenue, which is...well, impossible. We started to make our way out the door and he grabbed onto Laura's hand, a quick "Let go of her Sulfer" and he promptly removed his grip.
So we're outside and we met the next character of the evening. There was a gentleman standing there smoking. One of the people in our group attempted to bum cigarettes from him which catapulted us into conversation. He was a fit guy, probably around 26. He looked very straight, but as it turns out he was far from it. He imparted to us many tales of how his mother would explain to their friends that "ohh, Jody is a Painter...shhhh" (speaking about his homosexual tendencies). He then explained how he really liked hairy big men. We suggested Jame's friend Rocco, which was accepted as a strong possibility. After having a quick dance with Ruta, we finally parted ways.
Our final contestant of the evening was a rather surley looking guy whom I mistook for a begger when he first came up to us. He then broke into a long poem titled "80 Proof Tears" It was interesting to say the least. The general theme was that he didn't give a shit about his body and was going to go about polluting it with whatever he chose and was going to enjoy his time on earth. So in the middle of this deeply personal sonnat, Matt, Ruta's boyfriend blurts out "Dude! You have tattoos on your face!" "yeah I know....crying 80 proof tears" he continued on. Matt obviously didn't grasp that the individual wanted to finish his poem, so Matt blurts out again "Did that shit hurt" "Only this one" replied the guy pointed to a rather large blue tattoo under his right eye and he continued on barely slowed by Matt's inquery.
Thourouly loving NYC and enjoying the oddities of the evening Laura and I walked towards the subway. I mention to her that I REALLY have to take a leak. I decide that I'll just suck it up and go when we get home. Of course when I get into the subway I realize that htere is not a chance that I'll be able to make it home. So Laura and I walk to the middle of the platform away from everyone else and I take a leak. Didn't really think anything of it at the time. So Laura and I are standing there talking for a bit and then I get tapped on the shoulder by a NYC Police Officer.
"Sir, why did you just urinate over there"
"Ummm, I had to go"
"Will you please come with me?"
"Damn it..."
Long story short, the Cop needed to meet his quota and I was there. Oh well, guess I should have noticed the cop sitting in the booth at the other end of the platform. I just wish a train had come before he could have gotten to me.
It's now 1:15, and I've gotta go and get some school work done, so I hope that you have enjoyed the tale of Friday night.