August 16, 2003


Wednesday I grabbed a train into the city to meet up with Joe and Ari for an extended lunch. The tab was taken care of by Deutsche Bank. We discussed many things, including Joe's inability to ever live at his parents' home again. My camera had come back from repairs the day before, so I did take a picture, but I'm too lazy to do anything about it right now. Bear with me, I had to reactivate Windows for the one billionth time yesterday.

This whole power outage thing was kind of odd for me (no, I didn't get hit by it) because I was in the city on Wednesday, the day before everything went to hell. I guess it was just sort of odd seeing everything going on through a third-person perspective this time. The last time New Yorkers pulled together for anything of significance was 9/11, and I was there as the day unfolded. This time, being reduced to a mere spectator as regular citizens tried to coordinate traffic at intersections, among countless other acts, made me miss the city.

Friday night was fight night at Rich's. The man seriously knows how to entertain guests. While viewing the fights on his rather large TV, I could pick from barbecue chips, regular chips, pretzels, Fritos, honey roasted nuts and more, all in nicely laid-out bowls, while downing beers (and initially a Gatorade after trying to teach his sons to fight better for about half an hour). I will very much miss this when I return to the farms of Pennsylvania. Sadly I've been informed that two more roommates will be joining us in our apartment, so Brian and I had to ditch our visions of each living across two bedrooms.

Ah, lamentations.

Posted by Gene at August 16, 2003 11:33 PM

I know what you mean. My brother asked me, "Aren't you glad you're not in New York?" and, well, I couldn't really honestly say "yes."

Posted by: tony at August 24, 2003 07:57 PM