Sunday, June 26, 2005

WEEKEND RECAP

It's a pleasant, yet hot Sunday afternoon and I just returned from a nice brunch with a friend at Hudson's Place. Normally i'm not a big fan of their restaurant fare on a regular day, but I do have to say, they put on a pretty good brunch (btw, I had a pretty good Smoked Salmon Omlette w/home fries and Buttermilk Biscuits...holla!). Now I am back in mi casa, watching some NASCAR and decided that now is a good time as any to update the blog.

First off, some results from a couple of MINI POLLS: In the poll asking you who was Third and Long's most interesting character, 64% of you voted for NAPOLEON DYNAMITE. I'm sure he would love to hear that- his ego needs a bit more inflating. MADAME X was the runner up with 29% of the vote (i'm sure she would have had more votes if anyone had bothered to inform her other personalities that there was a poll), while ANGRY BLACK trailed with 7% of the vote (no doubt folks were afraid to vote for him, lol).

Friday night was a strange night on a number of levels. The Happy Hour segment of the evening was pretty busy, even with the expected flight of weekend travelers. We got a group of bachelorettes on a bar crawl and we were one of their early stops. Now I've seen plenty of bachelorette parties over the years and the one thing i've notice is how unoriginal they've become. You have the bachelorette, who will usually wear some type of veil and have that goofy "i'm the star of the show" look on her face, leading the pack. Then her bridesmaids, all usually wearing some type of t-shirt saying "HERE COMES THE BRIDE" or some other god-awful original saying splashed across the front. Now these tarts will usually have a plethora of props accompanying them: a notebook; some flowers, a tiara, a magic marker tied to a string, just to name a few. The bridal posse will then blow into the bar like a tornado, screaming, yelling, jumping up on tables dancing and running from guy to guy to perform various tasks written in the secret "notebook" for the bride to be. Amusing, yet annoying at the same time.

The bachelorette party that night was no exception. The group in this case was a bit older than normal bridal parties, looking a bit awkward in their craziness. Half of the group wanted to "woop it up" a bit while the other half tried very hard to keep decorum, even when the perennial bridal favorite "I WILL SURVIVE" by Gloria Gaynor came on. When the bride-to-be tried to climb up onto a table to dance, she almost fell off. As I coaxed her down, her party members gave me a look of relief, happy that their guest of honor hadn't made a complete ass of herself. The ladies hung out for about an hour, then marched off to their next port of call.

Then you had the crowd of people who were in to watch the Yankees/Mets matchup. This matchup always bring about friendly banter between the fans of these teams as the bragging rights of the city is on the line. For the Mets' fans in particular, the fact that they are usually treated like stepchildren made tonight's game even more important as they were eager to show their colors as true fans. And the Mets ended up winning that night, producing smiles and toasts of drinks from their endearing fans and grumbles from their Yankee counterparts.

The rest of the evening was pretty steady, if unspectacular. As a matter of fact, while the night itself was steady, it felt unusually L-O-N-G. A lot of weird transient groups didn't make things better. Not your typical bridge/tunnel crowd; as a matter of fact, not your usual bubbly set of tourists either. Kinda hard to put my finger on it; just a weird night altogether.

I spent Saturday catching up on some errands like laundry and cleaning up mi casa a bit. I had a nice evening, catching some Dave Chapelle Show reruns and relaxing with a "friend". NUFF SAID on that.

And that brings us back to today...

NUFF SAID