Summertime..., and the living is easy. Well mostly. I have endured another week of 90 degree heat to and from work with the subways and Path station making it seem like 100 degrees. You feel every little movement of air and pray that the train is coming into the station sooner than later. I had a good week at work with the people finally pulling together and keeping our queue within reason and the peoples cries for expedition were quieted ever so slightly. But I digress. Because of the nice ending to the week I was able to leave work a little early. Like 7:30 instead of 8:30 and headed for the Path train with Shamika in tow. We waited for the train and then read the banners on the train protesting the evils of heroin. (Its not chic its deadly). As if I would ever, really. She showed me the proofs of her last photo spread and said she was going to go to her agent to pick up the ones that would be chosen to be added to her portfolio. After riding the long escalator almost up to street level we said our goodbyes and I headed home to the Slope. I rested my eyes on the train and then jumped up when we had arrived in station. I stopped in the cafe on the way up the street said hi to the clerks and then made my way upstairs into the apt. After relieving myself of all baggage and accouterments I said hello to Pais, showed him the stuff I had picked up on sale at JC Penney (no really, brand name stuff) and then laid into my delivery dinner. For some reason the steak tasted kind of off (like it wasn't really steak) so I stopped eating it and made do with the greens and a little of the mashed potatoes. I then read a little internet news (freaky stories that always shock Pais) and then I went and got my hair did. After the haircut was over I showered, outfitted and waited until it was time to step out. Pais was not heading out this eve as he had a softball game the next day but I was ready to got out and at the very least deliver two of my newest CDs as well as a few other gift CDs for some lucky people I didn't know about yet.
At 11:30 I said bye and stepped out and downstairs and headed over the Castle Car. As soon as I was inside I told the dispatcher my destination and a guy walked out from the back volunteering to take me into the city. I said hello to an incoming cab driver who was my usual ride into the city and we shook hands and went our separate ways. My driver for the evening apologized ahead of time for the broken window on the passenger seat (it did not go all the way up) but he blasted the AC to try and make up for the heat pollution. He was not all that familiar with downtown manhattan but I told him I knew where I was going and he proceeded to drive me over to the Bklyn bridge and towards the city. At half span we ran into some unreasonable traffic and by the time we were heading for the exit ramp we realized that the hold up seemed to be coming from Chambers Street (checkpoint maybe?) so I told him to take Park row south and then we would loop around. We avoided the press of cars and made it over to Church street easily. A turn on Chambers and another on Hudson street and we were on our way. The cab driver was impressed with my directions and told me I would pass the yellow cab test any day. I just liked it when the cab driver followed directions and didn't try to get me lost. We got up to 8th Avenue in no time and easily made up for the lost time from the bridge. He dropped me off right at 18th street and I said good night. He knew how to get back to BK as he used to drive a taxi in midtown but he just said he was not as comfortable driving around lower manhattan as the streets were not as easily navigable. I made my way across the street and to the front door of Gym. The doorman recognized me but I told him I should still be ID'd just in case we were being video taped and we needed proof that everyone had to show proof of age. After walking inside I did not see Brett at first and glanced around with a kind of confused look. Then all of a sudden he was right there at his regular spot surrounded by his usual friends and hangers on. I stood there in line of sight and waited to be acknowledged. As I was sighted we said our hellos and he brought over my first drink of the eve, a Stoli Orange and Rockstar energy drink in a glass of ice. He told me he was getting off but had got me my drink before he went downstairs to count out (I had just arrived in time). He told me he would talk some more after he was finished. I agreed and then made my way to the back so I could hang a bit with the DJ. DJ Smoky was keeping the boys grooving with clips from Madonna "Like a Prayer" and Pussycat Dolls "Don't Cha". I told him about a new device I had seen on Gizmodo that was a turntable for two Ipods. One on each side and it let you mix as if they were each a turntable. He scoffed and said that would take no skill at all. I agreed but still thought the idea was interesting. True mixing vinyl was harder than mixing CD (but more cumbersome) and mixing CD may have been harder than mixing digital files but again it takes more space. The true measure of the DJ is not just a smooth transition but its all about reading the crowd and the music selection. I myself do not have enough retro stuff but am sure with the will of iTunes behind me I could build a nice respectable library. For now the life of the DJ is not mine to live but maybe when I settle down and have time between my regular gigs of work and play. But back to the party I got another drink from the bartender and then continued waiting for Brett to come back upstairs. When he finally did come back up I parted from the DJ and struck up a conversation with Brett about our previous week and weekends. I gave him his two CDs and then he told me he did not have a shake to eat and was fiendin for a slice of Pizza. I told him that it wasn't so bad to have something you want every once in a while. He got me a party cup from the bar and we wandered out into the street as I sipped my Smirnoff Ice. He said he was tired too after having been up since 7am and training people at the gym. I told him he deserved his chicken and mushroom slice so we walked up to 23rd street and he picked up a slice. We sat at the table outside and chatted a bit before he was done and then he got us a taxi as I told him my horror story of a few weeks before when I had to get a taxi myself from 28th Street. Of course it was much easier for him to get a taxi and so we rode on over to 17th street and 7th ave as he was on his way further downtown. I strode over to pizza place on 6th ave and picked up a bottle of water and then dodged the construction on the corner as I made my way across the street. I got inside Splash nice and easy and then made my way downstairs and picked up a frozen drink at the bar. Afterwards I walked over to the coatcheck guy who usually took care of my stuff in the winter time. We talked and then I offered to get him a frozen drink at the bar. When he had a slow moment he made his way over to the bar and I ordered his drink. He thanked me and the bartender told me he could have given it to him anyway but I told him it is always more than the thought that counts and then I gave the coatcheck guy a gift CD (Spring Forward) and then moved on the upstairs to see how the dancefloor was doing. DJ Susan Morabito was celebrating her birthday but spinning a nicely energetic set that at times still seemed a bit stiff and out of touch with more modern music of the crowd but she would always come back and give us something different to listen to. I could have had a few more interesting tunes but it was still good enough to dance to. I took to the stage and then the speaker in front of the stage and gave the kids on the floor something to watch for a bit. While I was up there Grace showed up and we said hello and we watched a few other guys flagging before she brought out her own and began to twirl a few. I watched and waited and then danced some more in between retrieving Smirnoff Ice's with a splash of Grenadine from the downstairs bartender George. I gifted George with a CD as well (Fly Spanish) and he thanked me and told me he really liked spanish beats as well. The night progressed well and I stayed on top of my game but decided to head home around 3:30 before the party went on for too long. I stepped out and picked up the next approaching taxi and told him where I was going. The driver was a talkative sort and I had a sort of taxicab interview talking about people and parties and living in New York. It was a nice way to spend the ride home and I guess he enjoyed the conversation too. He dropped me off at home and I waved goodnight after picking up a piece of paper out of the backseat. I ended the night with plenty of time to sleep before the next day and plenty of tired to sleep off.
Saturday I got up around noon. Pais had shopped for juice and soda and I showed him the piece of paper I had picked up from the taxi. Some poor girl named of all things, Abimbola had left her direct deposit paperwork in the back of the cab. Lucky for her it was me who found it and not some identity thief. She will not have to worry about raunchy credit ratings and stolen goods with me. The worst thing I would do with the info is prank call her at her job and at home (Excuse me, is this Abimbola?. Ok, Thank You). After charging up and stocking up the new iPod shuffle I was cleaned up and ready to head out to the gym. Pais had already headed out to the softball game and I shopped for music online. After that was over I put all of my stuff together and headed down to the train. Even though I just missed one another subway came not 8 minutes later and I was heading into the city and the gym. After the ride in and on the street I was assaulted with various smells on the street and from passers by before I made my way up to NYSC. The workout went by without a hitch, having to only wait for one machine (weighted chin-ups). Afterwards I said goodbye to the staff and headed back out into the heat to head over to Wendy's. I chowed down on my chicken sandwich and side salad before making my way over to J&R. After a quick shop for blank CDs and cases I was ready to head back home. The trip back to BK was nice and quick and I enjoyed the last songs on new shuffle before I shut it off and turned on the A/C in the house. I had time to clean the house up a bit before Pais arrived with dinner of Mickey D's (since we were supposed to be going out for the evening early to hang before our Club arrival. Pais arrived and dinner was ordered from the delivery. After dinner was completed we watched some TV but Pais begged off of further watching so that he could take a nap. I watched some Toon Network DVR programming and tried to stay hydrated in preparation for the night. Around 8pm I reminded Pais that we were supposed to go out but he decided he still needed the rest. The two games they had played on Randall's Island in the heat had taken a lot out of the team and Pais in particular. Around 10pm it was time to finally clean up and get ready to head out. I couldn't decide on a particular shirt at first but finally settled decided to leave the initial shirt for another weekend and to wear one of the new shirts, a white And1 shirt. Pais was ready as well so we headed downstairs and into the night heat once again.
We listened to the CD "Skyline Driveby" onto the way into the city and I told him about all of my previous trips in with the various cab and taxi drivers. When we ran into some traffic under the promenade we decided to forgo the trip across the Bklyn Bridge and the traffic that we could already see building, and take a trip across the Manhattan bridge instead. The way onto the bridge was strangely unobstructed and we got across the span pretty quickly. Once on the other side we made the choice to head up Bowery rather than cross at Canal. As the island quickly divulged from the narrow confines of downtown we took the quickest cross street that we knew would go all the way across which was the turn at Houston. After some mixup with the left turn signal and cars blocking the box we finally made the turn onto Houston and dodged taxis and traffic to make our way over to the West side. Once turned on the West Side Highway we were able to make it up 14th Street and turn up 10th ave with relative ease. The inching drivers were not easy to predict but they didn't cause any accidents and we found parking on 20th Street in the usual suspect spaces. We then walked down the street and waited on the line as a lot more than the usual seemed to be coming from all over to await the party. We saw one boy run across the street wearing flip flops and just missing the oncoming traffic in his rush to get over to the block. We waited on the slow moving line as many a girl and guy tried to get in with a bad ID (no B'day on your ID?) but after more than 10 minutes on the line we finally reached front and were waved in by doorman Derek. After we made it upstairs past the wristband crew and the cashier we were in the midst of the crowds inside of Roxy. The major masses were clustered near the front bar and there were some of the intrepid out ahead of the crowd on the dancefloor at 12:20 but there were not that many drinks being bought. Both barman Barker and the mistress stated that the bar just wasn't that busy and was kinda slow so far. I let them both know that the door was moving very slowly outside and a lot of girls were not getting in. Also a lot of the crowd was arriving late and the early start was just not in the schedule for this eve. The reason for all of these things appeared to debut DJ at the Rox of DJ Jonathan Peters. I was very interested to hear his sound as I had never heard him up at Sound Factory and had saw excerpts on MTV and enjoyed the dance mixes over the past few years. The vibe seemed to be starting up slowly and reminded me a bit of some of the nights when I listened to DJ Steve Travolta but with more touches of Tribal rather than classic House. The musical barometer was broad however and I enjoyed the beats sounding out over the floor from the slightly over loud speakers. I guess the twin Powerbooks in the DJ booths where the MP3s were being output over the system was the reason for the volume but I was distracted both by the mood of the crowd and unexpected visit of Kevin. We all hung out for a bit near the front and awaited the arrival of the Jimmy, who had started his night at the Eagle further uptown but was supposed to be headed down to hang with us at Rox. The place filled up pretty well and so many people were up and about enjoying the music and we listened to a few choice songs played such as Class A and "Streetlife" as well as a lot more feel good vibes and moments. I was distracted enough later that I even missed last call but I really was good as I was anyway so I made do with what I had. The Jimmy did arrive finally around 1:45 and we were all one big happy gang far into the eve. The party finally had its fill of us around 4:20 and we headed out into the night and return to the BK. All is well that ends well.
Sunday was spent in mostly just hanging. I awoke in the afternoon and enjoyed the delivery breakfast before relaxing on the coach and enjoying some DVD programming. Shaun of the Dead was very funny. Much less tense than 28 Days (which I ended up watching on SHO HD later in the evening anyway). We hung out for a bit before finally deciding it was time to go out and pick up dinner at Dallas BBQ in downtown Bk. Just as we came downstairs and went to drive out of the driveway we were held up by an arriving taxi dropping off a passenger. Of course this ended up being a good thing because my brother was walking up the street and I would have missed him otherwise. He had called earlier and said he was coming but of course my recovering brain promptly forgot when it was time to go out for dinner. We had him jump into the Murano and we headed over to Livingston Street to pick it up. The place was crowded as usual but our order of chicken -n- Rib specials and a bacon cheeseburger combo arrived without too much fuss. We headed back home and watched some more TV while eating dinner. I picked out a few video games that my brother could borrow and have and then he bid us goodnight and headed back over to SI. We caught up on some episodes of Six Feet Under (intense) before we finally bid the weekend to a close and Pais turned in. I watched some more cartoons and the aforementioned 28 Days Later before finally heading to bed myself.
The summer is starting its inevitable slide into perigee and we still seem to be having fun. I still look forward to vacation on the West coast as well as Labor Day weekend. We will see how it all turns out. For the good or for the worse. I'll see what I can do about it.
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