March 11-13 - Its Snowing Men and then it got Nice

Some weeks seem longer than others. Some almost fly by. This past week was not that bad even though I had to take off from work on Tuesday due to out of control allergies, tender sinuses and a sore throat to beat all getout. But later in the week all healed up, cold free and allergies under control I was able close out the week on a high note and get out and about. I got to the gym early enough so my workout wasn't cut off 2 soon this time. Nice results every time. Rushed home to dig into the dinner, used the low-budget steak sauce I found in my fridge since we were out of ketchup and then clean up, cut the hair and suit up. The cargo pants loaded with the gift CDs and the soundtrack in the car set up we were ready to go out and do the do. We arrived just after midnight party beats in full swing. After the coat check boy stressing me over the baseball cap that Pais took off (folded and stuck in the pocket) I was able to make my way over to the bar and get our drinks. Of course barman Brett got me a Surfer for my first drink because he knows I knows I handle my liquor roughly . But I did have to warn everyone that I would be having no more as they kinda do the stomach in if left unchecked. The beats we were hearing sounded good and because of our sketchy internet connection I had no idea who was mixing. My first quick trip upstairs through the cloudy dancefloor yielded a bad viewing and my first thought of the DJ was Joe G. Later on I heard Brett tell another clubgoer that the DJ was Eddie Elias. The sounds of the middle of the party from 12:15 to 1:15 was kind of all over the place with a truly tribal feel but I could not tell where it was going. However by 1am the music was truly cooking and I had long since handed out gift CDs to BB and to David. Then Reggie arrived and the rest of the gift CDs were spoken for so I told him I would hold them until it was time to go since of course he had no pockets to hold a CD in. We both danced in the back when we were actually challenged for floor space by some crazed dancer but after that was over I retired to the other side of the floor only to follow the beats up onto the speakerbox and dance overlooking the crowd with my hands lit up. Afterwards I headed downstairs to hang with Pais. He was away from the bar so I figured he had headed for the mens room so I caught up to him on line and played bathroom director telling the people waiting when there was a free stall. Of course my bathroom drama continued as I was trying to direct some drunk person to a stall. Of course the rampant cutting meant one was supposed to be on top of their game and move like they meant it. I pointed out the opening and patted the next guy on line in the general direction and saw that he was not moving fast enough to secure the space. He felt I was rushing him and said that he did not like people pushing him. I thought he really wanted to pee and was trying to be helpful. I apologized for trying to assist and then moved on to find Pais and get the heck out of the bathroom. Earlier that evening when I myself was in the bathroom I put my drink down over the sink and the glass knocked someones ring into the sink. I was accused of all kinds of stankness before the owner dredged his precious costume jewelry from the drain at the back of the sink. If I had to take off jewelry in the bathroom I would be sure to put it someplace safe, like my pocket and not have the nearly invisible ring sitting where anyone could touch it and possibly cause it to fall. Anyway he recovered his jewelry and I got out of the bathroom and told Pais that the night was just too full of Drama for me. Splash was chock full of people both upstairs and downstairs and even Grace stopped in and said hi. She told us she had been sick and then got into a whole conversation with DJ DeMarko about flagging. He did not like flaggers. I told her that he probably found them a distraction and maybe had an attention issue. He just stated he did not see their purpose and made sure there were none at any of the venues that he DJd at. She went upstairs to flag and I headed outside to get myself a bottle of water. On my way outside I asked Reggie if he wanted me to bring him back a bottle of water (can't beat those $1 bottles) and I headed outside. Outside it was actually snowing but since it was above freezing and there was no wind I was actually outside, in shorts sleeves and a baseball cap while viewing snowflakes. It was a truly next top model moment and I only wished I had thought to have Pais carry the digital so that he could take pictures. Anyway I got to the store picked up the bottles of water and guzzled mine before heading back in. I told everybody about the snow but after all of the snowfall we had received this winter already it was only shocking for a moment and then we moved on. We ended up staying until 3:30 and after I picked up our coats (a slight mixup caused a short wait) I made sure to stop at both sides of the back to pick up the magazines and then gave Reggie his CDs which he was sure would keep him in the music until summertime. Anyway I could not find Pais on the way out when he said he would meet me at the front and actually ended up going all the way to the car and then returning to the bar and calling Pais on the phone. He was on his way out as I was I was viewing the front of the bar. After we settled our differences we piled into the Murano and headed back to BK. A trip of a few minutes and then it was time to rest up for the next day. Well it was the next day already but not quite daylight. I hit the sheets pulled the covers over my head and lights out.

I got up on Saturday around noon and came out to an already delivered breakfast of eggs and bacon. They actually delivered twice as the first time the eggs were delivered instead of scrambed I received sunny side up eggs which entailed a plate of runny eggs and bacon on top. I ate the scrambled eggs in the styrofoam container and then ate the bacon that had come with the runny eggs. It added some flavor but I was glad I didn't have to eat the liquid eggs. Thoughtful Pais. Anyway after breakfast we watched some TV and scanned the days news stories. Since we were out of soda and a few other essentials like orange juice we headed out to do some shopping. Downstairs and into the car and then we headed down 4th ave to the mall at Atlantic Center and Atlantic Terminal. We parked down in the lot underneath Pathmark and headed upstairs so we could make it across the bridge and over to Target. Once inside Target we made our way to the front to get a shopping cart and discovered that the lines at the checkout were out of control. I did not know what sale brought all of these people in but I knew there was no way we were going to wait on those lines. We headed back downstairs and across the street to the Vitamin Shoppe even though the traffic on Atlantic Ave was out of control and some lady in a white truck tried to take me out (run a brother down). I saw her in the peripheral and made sure to stay on the curb until she passed. Inside the Shoppe we took some time to find all of the supplements and then dodged cars getting back across the street and headed into Old Navy. One pair of cargo pants and a new summer shirt for me and Pais picked up some new shirt wares for himself as well. I came down to the front just in time to wait behind just one person. Of course after me the line exploded and because Pais didn't see me until after I had made my purchase and of course he had to wait on the full length line. I watched the movement of the line until it was the turn for Pais and then we were finally able to get out of the store and head back to the car. Down the elevator one level and we packed the bags into the car and headed for the exit. The lot was only $2 because we didn't take too long but because we didn't get to pick up anything at Target we still had to do some shopping. We headed over to Wendy's for some pre-shopping lunch first and found nice parking with no meter in sight not 2 blocks away. We walked up and around the corner and ordered our lunch. We sat for lunch upstairs and listened to the offbeat music while munching our burgers. We finished that off, retrieved the car and then dodged pedestrians on our way over to Pathmark. We did the shop picking up enough juice, milk and soda along with decent selection of foodstuffs so that we could live another week. Back home we chilled for a bit. Pais napped while I downloaded songs from Beatport and iTunes and completed my newest chill CD Mix. Around 9pm we ordered in italian from Friends Cafe and I enjoyed a nice penne ala vodka with grilled chicken. I watched tv and finished up the mixing before going to clean myself up. The Jimmy arrived and they hung out while I cleaned up and outfitted and then went back to finishing up the mixing. Stephen K arrived at 11pm and we soon headed out in the new Range Rover.

The drive into the city was quick and we dodged all kinds of pot holes to find a nice parking spot on 10th ave (after crossing 3 lanes of traffic and beating out a car full of spanish girls for the parking spot). We walked down from 22nd street the 4 blocks to the club and then stood in front. This week the line moved fairly quickly and I shook hands with doorman Derek and headed inside. This week the party crowd was kinda split because DJ Rauhofer was over at Spirit and we were hearing the first night of DJ Chris Cox tonight at Roxy. We headed into some strange mix of retro house music and the crowd around the bar made the place look real busy until you looked at the dancefloor and saw that only the truly brave were out there on the floor. I hoped for the best as we said hello to barman Barker and checked out the bar from front to back. We even checked out the chill out room but I myself found it a bit too chill and told Pais I was getting cold and needed to head back out to the bar. We couldn't walk in front of the DJ booth because of the performance later and the stage was velvet roped off but we could walk around far side of the floor and hang out and wait for party to get started. In the meantime we talked and chilled and bumped elbows with John Norris and Pstars Tag Eriksson and J. The music finally took a turn for the better around 1:10 and I was actually pulled by the beats out the speaker to dance. I was dancing behind some boys that had been thrown off by the earlier strange tunes and now could only sit on the speaker and wave their heads to the beat. The beats reached a sort of crescendo and I suddenly recognized the beat and sounds of a remix Ciara and "One-Two Step". Since the DJ was one-half of the former remixing duo of Thunderpuss we were hearing some new mixes and I suddenly had some hope for the rest of the night. I actually pulled off my shirt with one hand and my hat with the other (at the same time) for a wild speaker moment that I did not actually pre -rehearse but looked and felt kinda cool. Back from the speaker and looking for the boys outside I actually reshirted but headed back in to find them walking towards me near the front bar. The scheduled performer of the eve was Kristine W. and as the hour crawled ever later despite the energy of the curly, dark maned DJ the boys were getting restless. I was dancing on the speaker right near the stage when they began preparing the stage and doing final checks to make sure all was clear. Her own personal stage hand came out and laid tape at all the marks for the dancers and also put out water bottles for when it was time for the performers to leave when it was over. I wandered away for a second and then stepped back over to the spot next to the stage speaker to watch them come out. At 3:08am they finally came out on the stage and began singing, Kristine and 2 backup singers with the song from QAF "Some Luvin". She then proceeded to go into a medley of every number one hit she ever had. It was good at first but then seemed to go on for far too long. I left the side of the stage when she was singing "One More Try" to find Pais and found him two songs later as we stood near the bar and ordered something more to drink. Even our friends were saying that they could not wait for the show to stop as it was kind of a severe length break in the party. Finally she thanked the crowd and left the stage and it was back to the music. We stayed and danced and hung out until 4:45 and picked up our coats to head for home. We walked over one avenue and Pais flagged down a taxi for us to take back to BK. Another Saturday night under wraps and well enjoyed.

I awoke early Sunday afternoon and once again had a breakfast delivery waiting to be eaten at the dining room table. After breakfast we watched basketball, optimized the home network and increased the encryption rate transmissions and made a spring chill out mix CD. After 5:15 we piled into the Murano and drove over to Quiznos and ordered some sandwiches. After eating in and saying hi to the owner that stopped in to check on the store. After lunch we walked over to Footlocker and looked over the selection. I found it kinda limited and overpriced when I consider what I would pay over in NJ. Pais did not see anything in sneakers or clothes that looked worthwhile either. We drove back home and watched TV and hung out until it was time for me to defrost the meat for dinner and cook up some chicken wingettes and some microwave rice and Green Giant Corn niblets. The microwave Zatarains was not all that but I guess for rice in 60 seconds you could not ask for too much. We watched two different episodes of The Simpsons and some more tv until around 11pm when we decided to go out and pick up some ice cream from the 24 hour Baskin Robbins. We listened to the new chill mix CD and drove over to the place fairly quickly and parked right next to the place before walking in to order. Of course the same ice cream guy who looks as if he has some sort of anger simmering under the surface took our orders for ice cream and of course got mine wrong. I got one scoop instead of two but did not feel like going to get it corrected and plus I probably did not need the extra ice cream anyway. Pais laughed it off but I never could shake the feeling that the ice cream man was just waiting for an excuse to curse us out or worse. Anyway we got back home and I just chilled as Pais went to sleep. I watched cartoon network and DVR programming until it was time to finally turn in and go to sleep and end my weekend as nicely as it began.

It was another cool weekend, well planned, well executed and well enjoyed. And now the countdown to the Black begins... Where to go, check. How to prepare, check. What to wear, hmm. we are still finalizing but the preliminaries are in and it looks nice so far. Now if only I work well at staying hydrated, amino acid supplemented and have all of our tickets in line. Now its time for the show.

Mar 4-6 - 2 Lazy Days, 2 Crazy Nights

I ended work a little later than I wanted but was able to make it to the gym. Worked out but had to leave before closing so missed out on the last two machines I planned on. But with most of the workout done I felt good and made it home to have dinner. The steak dinner from Jacks was good and after I cleared that out I cleaned up and picked out the outfit. The Jimmy was in attendance already and we all watched tv and hung out until it was time to rollout at 11:10. A little more prepared this week in terms of rest and hydration I was confident I was stepping out into the night more upbeat. The ride into the city was fast and we made it up 6th ave with no trouble. A quick loop around the block and we found parking right on 17th Street. The doorman held open the door into Splash and we paid the cashier and made our way downstairs. Once the coatcheck was out the way we made our way over to the downstairs bar and picked up our first drinks of the night. Pais staked out a nice space and we checked out the scene. There were plenty of people in attendance lounging and hanging downstairs. But I had to go up and see what the dancefloor was about. Even while I was downstairs I could see the screens synched up with the beats. The pictures changing as fast as the music but so on point meant I had to go up and see for myself. Yes, Ms Liz Ligouri was on lights and it was the Tribe party hosted by DJ Eliot Dehoyos. Pais and The Jimmy felt that they wanted to hang some more downstairs where the lights were not so overbearing and I headed across the floor and said hi to Liz and checked out the crowd. It was not so crowded at 11:45 but by 12:25 the place was plenty packed and the dancing boys were up on the front bar and behind the back bar and on the speakerbox. We sighted them many times over the course of the evening going back and forth between the downstairs and their various posts upstairs. We were without a specific bartender downstairs or upstairs but we still got some good drinks in. At some points of the evening the music kind of meandered but it would soon get back on track and definitely kept the crowd interested. Since I had plenty of drink buzz and the temp was not too bad out I actually made two invigorating walks outside to buy $1 bottles of water. No worse for the wear I took the opportunity to wake up and bring my coolness with me onto the hot dance floor. At one point I noticed 3 young black girls on the stage just sitting and sometimes waving their hands to the beat. I asked them what brought them in tonight and they said they were just looking for something different and wanted to have fun. I told them that the music is usually a little more varied but since it was the night of the Tribe party they pretty much had already heard the gamut of the beats and vibe for the evening was pretty much set. They thanked me and I moved on, back to the dancefloor. I saw plenty of girls on the dancefloor and even had a nice girl audience when I danced up on the speakerbox. We ended up staying until 3:20 and then picking up the coats and heading out for the evening. The coatcheck staff was much nicer and all business when it was time to go. They gave me a hard time when I checked in and pretty much had fun at my expense to liven up the early evening. I let them have their fun and then went and had mine. Fun all around for everyone. I was able to get to bed before 5am and night out moved on to lights out. Good times.

Saturday morning I got up to delivery breakfast and not much to do. No touristy plans for the day so I pretty much spent the afternoon CD Mixing and burning the final cuts. By the end of the day my Diva mix and Party Mix were both complete (even though after a few trial listen throughs I want the ending to be a little more distinctive, it kind of ends up as too much of the same). Anyway I was happy with the end results and we settled in with the evening by having Japanese delivered. Sushi Yama was pretty good and my chicken teriyaki was very good. I caught up on some DVR programming, cleaned up and made sure that the outfit was selected well in advance. We headed out at 11:35 and listened to the soundtrack of the remixed Ice Cool Diva CD.

I stopped at a corner store on the way in to pick up some ibuprofen (Motrin IB) and a bottle of Dasani before heading over to 10th ave and finding a space. The late hour meant all of the street parking was taken so we lot parked and then walked the 2 blocks down to the club. The line was short but once again drama on line as people with no ID were discussed at length before the gold card member was able to bring their entourage of one white girl inside. After the short wait we made our way inside and past the armbands and cashier and ticket taker and then the coat check. I now know a nice section of the coatcheck and can pretty much count on good service from all the guys down at the end of the line. I headed inside of Roxy and took in the crowd. The dancefloor already had plenty of people happily dancing at 12:20am and the music was not moody but very upbeat. The party vibe just kept on coming and I jumped in with both feet. Barman barker told us there was a new manager upstairs so the place was handled a little different but he still made sure we had fun and plenty of nice drinks. Over the course of the night I danced on the asian section speaker, the dance floor, the box next to the stage near muscle beach and ended the night on the box next to the door. We partied with our new best girlfriend Erica, Bob H, Dwayne and Reggie. Over the course of the night we heard Destiny's Child, Suzanne Palmer and of course the high energy (since late last year) beat of "Solid Textures" (on next party CD of course). We stayed until around 4:30 and even gave Reggie a ride home who lived down in Dyker heights in the BK not too far from us. I was very happy with the night and was totally energized from the floor up. Pais had a fridge pizza before bed and I locked up. The bed was nice and comfy when it was time to turn in. Yes and yes.

Despite the nice weather I felt the need to rest and restore so I stayed in and watched tv and hung out with Pais just chilling and watching TV. Cartoon network and episodes of Angel on
the WB. I had already taken care of the shopping last weekend so this night I put the on sale macaroni and the chicken breast along with some stuffing to make a nice dinner of macaroni and cheese and some roast chicken and stuffing, with a side of corn. The dinner was excellent and I was snacking on leftovers well into the night. I watched episodes of It Takes A Thief and of course cartoon network. The allergies were really kicking it up this weekend and if it wasn't for loratadine (quick dissolve on Sat Night) I would have imploded in a vicious fit of sneezes. This season is shaping up to be a real doozy. Hopefully my nose will survive. Anyway I already have tickets to my first event of the season and look forward to many more. Hope the weather gets warmer soon, I don't want it to break off just to stop itching.

Feb 25-27 - Gotta go to the city, Have too much fun, But did I survive...

The week was short and thankfully over. I wrapped up with work and headed for the gym. NYSC was not too crowded and I only had to wait for the machine that you do the chest flyes on and the rest was cake. I got through the workout and gathered my lockerfull of stuff and headed back to BK. Once I arrived home I watched TV while waiting for the delivery of the Steak dinner from Jack's. Dinner out of the way I headed into the front bathroom and took care of the haircut. Then across the house to take a shower in the back bathroom before picking out an outfit. Before it was time to step out I finished up the cover art on a gift CD I had vowed to take with. After dousing all of the lights and locking up we headed down to the car and took off for the city. We picked up some gas on the way in and made the rest of the ride pretty quickly. Parking was found right around the corner and we made our way inside pretty easy. The door people waved us in and we paid the cashier before heading downstairs and checking the coats. Barman Brett was there with our first drinks of the evening and we said hi to the boys in attendance. I gifted David with his first gift CD and promised Brett some nice mixes before the month of March was out. This evening Splash was having the music spun by DJ Alex Lauterstein and while the party seemed to pick up slowly, the beats there were continuous and it only got better. Over the course of the night we heard hits from Victor Calderone, Shape UK, Amuka, Altar, and Inaya Day. At one point during the eve I danced on the box only to see the approaching dancer approach and step onto the speaker. Even as he stepped up onto the speaker I stepped down, extinguished the lights and decided it was time for another drink. Later on while on the stage one of the dancers asked me for help in getting up onto the box in front of the stage. After giving him a hand up I walked down off the stage, came around and tipped him and danced in the middle of the crowd for a second before reappearing on the box opposite in front of the screens and dancing for a whole song before deciding I had sweated enough and going back downstairs to see what the boys were up to. We stayed in attendance until 3:15 and Brett warned us he would be on vacation next week but would be returning the following week. We headed out into the night and made it home all safe and sound. Nice night.

The next day I was definitely feeling the haze of the day before and started off taking the mega man vitamins and drinking water and having a nice delivery of breakfast. We headed out around 1pm with digital camera in hand and a trip back into NY ahead with a mission to be touristy for a day. We headed to downtown Manhattan to find a parking space for the car first. We could not find anything near city hall so we headed uptown a little bit and caught a lucky break spot just off of Hudson street and right near the Franklin street train station. I took a picture of the fire hydrant with frozen water falling from both spouts and we headed into the train station. The train came immediately and we packed into the train and switched to the express at 14th Street. The express did not stop at 59th Street and we got off at 72nd street and walked crosstown until we got to Central Park and New Yorks latest attraction, The Gates. It was not too impressive at first because the gates near the entrance were just in little groups of three or four. Once inside the park however seeing the lengthy footpaths completely bracketed by the bright orange gates of summery fabric was a very cool sight. Just the thing for New Yorkers who feel they have seen it all. The place was packed with tourists and we took our share of digital shots to say we had been there and seen the scene. We even crossed paths with fellow softball league player Paul G (in all the paths in all of the park we all walked right into each other). He was entertaining friends as well and was on his way to a softball meeting with his team afterwards. We chatted and then said our goodbyes and then headed downtown towards the entrance at Columbus Circle. Pais priced the pictures that the Park Conservatory was selling but a generic picture w/o a frame was going for $59 dollars. I thought that was a bit much, especially when you could take your own pictures. Anyway at the same time as that I was on the phone with the Sprint operator and was getting movie times so that we could catch a showing of the movie Constantine" while we were in the city. The nearest theater was in the Times Square area so we walked more than 10 blocks downtown and found ourselves in the movie theater in the basement of the Virgin Megastore. It was like walking into the vault in the Fortess of Solitude but eventually I smelled popcorn and knew we were headed into the theater. The theater was kinda empty and the few theatergoers there were nice and quiet as we sat down and ate our popcorn, chocolate and soda. After a nice bunch of previews we watched the movie and found it a cool film, very different and with enough simultaneous plotlines me and Pais found ourselves putting together the pieces to make a cohesive whole and understood the story all the way only after we left the theater. I liked it and was glad we got to see it. After heading upstairs and back outside we were once again awash with images from the combative, bright structures all vying for your eyetime. At one point I wanted to just run out in the middle of the street and just take as many pictures as I could before getting hit by a taxi. Anyway I resisted the urge but vowed to come back and finish off my city tourist streak sooner than later. We had to wait a little longer for the trains on the return trip but the packed trains that finally did arrive did not make the trip any more pleasant. We piled into the subway and rode express but still had to contend with the space hogging homeless who decided that his caddy of belongings deserved doorspace, forcing us all to funnel around him. At least he did not really smell at all, which my loratedine heightened sense of smell would have found unbearable. We waited for the local train a few minutes and then made the much longer trip down to Franklin street and back out onto the street. The conveniently located car made the trip back out of the city a breeze and we called for dinner right before we got back into the apartment. I ordered Penne ala vodka with grilled chicken but ended up just getting the Penne, I did not complain too much and settled in for a nice eve of decompressing and then finishing off the first of my March CDs, a new Techno CD as well as getting the track lists for the Diva CD and the Party CD all queued up. Then it was time to clean up for the second time on Saturday Night set up the outfit before once again heading out into the breach.

We left a little later than usual, no full entourage in tow, and after circling for a spot found a convenient spot right on 19th st and 9th Ave. We then walked over and down a block and made our way over to the line right in front of Roxy right in front of us a bunch of youngsomethings where entertaining their female friends but forgot that they could not entree without ID. After some discussion they eventually stepped over to the side and let the rest of the waiters on line step up and step in. After a quick hello to doorman Derek we headed inside, said hi to the cashiers and coatcheck staff. We made our way inside and looked at the nice group of people ready to have fun and dance with us tonight. The DJ for the eve was Manny Lehman and we got into the high energy feel of the beats fairly early as we said hi to Bob H and some of our other friends in attendance as we wandered through the space and checked out the place from all angles. Soon I found myself dancing with on the speaker in the asian section and totally clearing it off when the the music got too fast for the newbies. I then headed back to the front to hang with the crowd near the bar but the music was still just under the boiling point so I headed up to the stage to dance right at the corner and facing the crowd as the music took off and the beats kept on coming. At one point some dizzy tourist boy asked to hold my lights but I apologized and declined. If anyone could do it they would already be doing it. I'm the one who has invested in the laser (used during just one bridge over the course of the night) and the lights I use and even spin on my hands. Somebody has to have the fun side of it all so I have to say why not I. We stayed, we danced and we ended up hanging out until almost 5am. The party was nice but I was not able to maintain the energy all of the way through. If it was not for the fact that we both live in the same place we might not have been able to find the way home . Anyway no animals were harmed in the making of this film and no poor running old women either. I did not even feel the mattress come up to meet my face and too late and it was morning all over again.

I woke up just after noon and once again had the breakfast delivered as we spent the afternoon lazy and laughing. We finally watched my DVD of SWAT and it was a good movie. A little formulaic but it was definitely an entertaining movie. Might have been a little more interesting with an R rating as it seemed a little sanitized but still alright to watch. We then settled in for the eve and waited for the oscar broadcast. My sister stopped by to pick up her Tax forms and told us about our mexican vacation and the crazy times over the border. She had fun with my other sister down there and had plenty of good times to remember. She then bid us good night as she headed back out for her circuitous trip home. We then watched a little of all of the TV on and then made sure to catch the opening monologue on the Oscars. Chris Rock was a great host and we were happy with the show for once. No one overwhelming favorite and nobody who overpowered the rest of the show. (the many thank you's for Clint came close but hey, he deserved it). During the show Pais headed out to get us some ice cream and I watched Beyonce perform 3 different oscar songs (but none of the performances was the winner, that went to the one by Antonio). The show ended earlier than usual but then the news broadcast that we were going to have a triple storm show up and give us a nice extra blast of winter complete with 12 in of snow forecast and 50 mph winds (wtf !!!). Anyway this was enough to send us out into the night once again with a surprise appearance at Pathmark to stock up just in case the storm kept us in the house. I needed to buy food anyway as I would have felt pretty low having to live on just popcorn and vodka. That sounded too nasty to contemplate so after stocking up and bagging we headed back in and were all back in around 1:20 am. After all that I just chilled and waited for the energy of the weekend to run out before turning in myself.

Another weekend survived and more lessons learned and taken to heart. Lets pack in all of the pretty visuals and times square graphics while we still can and before it loses its spark of what is interesting. Dancing without regards for safety and moving like footmen are preparing your way for you is cool too. There is nothing you cannot achieve if you put it before yourself and set a goal that is in your realm of presence. Be part of your world and define it as you see fit. It just gets better all of the time.

Feb 18-21 - Presidents Weekend, and more presidential every day

I've been lazy, yes me. I actually skipped a weekend of writing when I was actually in town and having fun. It was kinda ordinary fun, hanging out on Friday, out with The Jimmy and the boys at Splash and then hanging on Saturday night, at the Love Ball at the Roxy, (party never really took off but was fun nonetheless) with Pais, the Jimmy and Stephen K. We enjoyed ourselves and made it back nice and easy. A nice dinner in the remnants of the snow over at the barbecue joint in Red hook and a quiet evening at home.

The week was long, and kinda quiet. Work during the day, TV and cartoons at night and a few visits to the gym. Made sure to get plenty of sleep and save some energy for the final part of the week, the three day official weekend and with an extra vctn day on the end. A nice 4 day weekend followed by a three work week. Sounds like a plan.

Friday, left work and made it home before 9. Chowed down on the Pepper Steak dinner from Uncle Liao's on fifth avenue. A check of the voicemail on the cell and I found I had received a call from Reggie the week before so I returned the call. Reggie was staying in and I was heading out. We said our see ya soons and I finished with the haircut and the outfit change and made my way down the street. The train ride was right on time after the hurry down the hill and we took the N one stop to 9th Street. There we waited for the F while reading a book just below the station level, out of the wind and the cold. The F came soon enough and despite the homeless on the train and lack of heat I read my book and made it to 14th St easy enough. I came out the station and got myself a Snapple H20 before making my way into the cold and up the street to 17th. After the chilly walk, the way into the club was held open by the doorman and I was welcomed in by the cashier. After coat check I headed back upstairs before remembering where my bartender had been moved to. At just that moment my cell rang and I answered. Pais was calling me from Quebec city and letting me know what was doing north of the border. He had timed the call just right and we said our hellos and how dos and I let Pais get some sleep as I then headed downstairs to the bar and barman Brett. The music for the evening, while it was all over the place, was mostly vocal and energetic and the crowd seemed to enjoy and the night progressed as usual. John and Andre made an appearance and hung out downstairs with the various patrons that hung out with barman Brett, as well as David and several other friends. Though no where near as much traffic and busy ness as we were used to upstairs the crowd settled down and laid into some drinks anyway. I danced upstairs on the box to the usual suspects of "Lola's Theme" and "How Would You Feel" as well as "Appreciate Me" (Peter's unreleased mix). I went up and asked the light boy who the DJ of the evening was. I was told DJ Joe D'espinosa was on the wheels at Splash this eve and keeping the boys dancing and having much fun. I had my final drink at 4am and stayed until 4:30. Bidding good night to barman Brett and friends and heading outside into the cold to flag down a taxi. I waited for the passenger to finish getting out of the cab (what a late arrival) and then got in to catch a ride home. Popped the headphones into my ears and the trip was on. The description to the driver was sufficient and I appeared back in BK most quickly. First day of the weekend was under wraps and we still had some days to go. All good.

Saturday I awoke to watching cartoons and Shrek 2 on DVD. The afternoon passed slowly with just a short nap near the end. The dinner of chicken parmesan was kinda stale and left me with a desire to eat out. I made a quick run over to the Wendy's but my diminished appetite left me eating just a junior bacon and a small chili. Afterwards I journeyed back home, cleaned up and choose the outfit. Having no usual suspects to entry into the city with I was feeling a little down. I watched a little of Scary Movie 3 before leaving the house to cheer me up. The part with Queen Latifah left me in stitches and in a very good frame of mind before I stepped out. Instead of the train again and the long walk from the train after switching subways, I walked down to the car service and waited for an available car. Since it was Saturday they were kind of busy so I stood by patiently and read a book while I waited. The car finally arrived and I listened to my ipod while I rode into the city. The driver had his moments but I was safely seatbelted. I arrived around the block and made my way up to the front entrance.

Thomas was waiting at the velvet rope in front of Roxy with a friend from london. He told me to wait with him instead of getting on the line, which was starting to get longer as we waited for doorman Derek to return. Soon enough, he was back and we were waved inside. I held the door while the boy from London showed ID. We made it inside and up the cash registers and inside after a short wait. I waited for them at first but once I went over to the bar to get a drink I had lost them so I decided to go and start off the drinking. I said hi to barman Barker and said hello to Bob H and a few others near the door. Then Duane arrived with his friends from NJ and we got a few drinks and hung out some. I remet with Tom and left him and his friend to go dance on the speaker in the asian section. "Set Yourself Free" was playing over the system and the routine pulled the boy from London up onto the speaker as well. I went down to get myself a drink and rejoined Duane and the boys. We all wandered onto the floor and waited for the just arrived DJ Rauhofer to show us something interesting. But interesting was not the word for it as right as the next song was beginning the music shut off and everyone looked around at each other. For one brief 5 second spell the actual roller disco lights shut on the place was as bright as day. Thankfully they were shut back off again and we stood there waiting for what was gonna happen next. A few boys asked me if this happened all of the time but of course I told them no. Then the announcement came over the speakers that Peter was gone for the evening but we did have DJ Merritt. (the previous weeks flyers did say DJ Merritt but the web site and the mailing from Beto stated that the DJ for the eve was Peter Rauhofer.) The beats started up shortly after and the song moved into familiar territory with an all new harder edged and high speed version of "You Ain't That Good" by Sheila Brody. Yes we had in fact been treated bad but Merritt made sure that the energy level came from below the floor and then took us up onto the stage and speaker and then way up into the lights as the party went to a whole other level. I danced well into the night and part way into the morning as the music took it there and stayed well balanced with some Star 69 Hits such as "Show It" by Friburn and Urik. I stayed until 5:30, said goodnight to the boys still in attendance and wished them well, said an inebriated good night to barman Barker and headed out into the night. I was able to get a taxi even at that late hour surprisingly easy but found I had been given a break by the driver who had just had some kids try to get a ride over to NJ but without any money. He sounded kind of upset so I just agreed, said yes, and a few that's right's as we made our way back over to Bklyn and quiet streets of my neighborhood. The bed came up to meet me and I went out like a light.

Sunday morning was missed as I awoke at 12:30pm and hung out watching Dodgeball on DVD and some cartoons in the afternoon. I had an apple and some leftovers and spoke to Pais at different points in the afternoon. Finally the door opened and Pais made his entrance. We hung out watching the All Star Game in Denver. Pais still had not fully recovered from his trip back into the US so he decided to stay in while I was going to go and attend the Sunday Party at Avalon. I waited until it was late enough and then I headed out into the night and down the street to the car service once again. This time the wait was much shorter and despite the light snowfall and the slippery streets the car for the evening was able to get me into the city without too much trouble. The trip was slower than usual and sliding through intersections did not help much and the emergency vehicles and police cars in a rush were small impediments but I was able to arrive at 6th ave and 19th street and step onto the block with the energy to make it up to the next block and past the door crowd. Some of crowd appeared to be on their way out but i just chalked it up to confused youth. Anyway I paid my fee and stepped into the club. I had to wait forever once again for the coatcheck and missed a few great songs but DJ Steve Travolta made sure that the energy did not drop and I made my way across second floor, past the DJ booth and downstairs. On my way downstairs I passed two boys engaging in oral pleasuring on the stairwell. The security guy downstairs was not too interested and I was more interested in getting a drink so I headed over to the front bar and picked me up a nice drink. I said hello to Bob H and the crowd downstairs as I danced upstairs and back down again . Pretty soon after I said hello to Andre and John and into my next drink and after finding 5 dollars over at the bar I recognized the oncoming strains of "Pass the Dutch" by Missy coming next. I made my way up to the stage but ended up dancing behind the high and the restless on the stage. I still managed to get a little sweated and made my way down off of the stage. As soon as I stepped down I ran into Dwayne (from my roller skating days) and we made our way towards the back bar and danced with the boys in the middle of the crowd as we got another drink and some water. The back bar was a little too fast and furious and downright hot, so I headed back to the mainfloor and made my way upstairs. I saw the DJ booth and the DJ having fun with the mixing. I also saw David Morales who appeared to be the reason we had heard the newest mix of Mariah Carey and "It's Like That". The mix was good but over the course of the evening we heard it 2 1/2 times over the course of the 4 hours I was there. Andre confirmed that yes that was in fact David in the booth and the party continued on. I later found myself back at the back bar and pole dancing once again. The workouts paid off and I did some athletic tricks on the pole before heading back to the dancefloor and put on a show on the stage. I was once again happy that we were able to enjoy a holiday weekend and hang out in Avalon. The wait for the coat check was annoying but not as bad as last time and I was able to get out of the place and onto the street soon enough. The snowfall was annoying but also meant I knew I was going to have a hard time getting a car. I decided to walk down to 14th street and get a train ride home. I ended up passing my stop on the N train and ending up someplace deep into BK but was able to walk over to the other side and head back uptown and towards home. I was able to get back to my stop fairly quickly and make my way up the hill and into the house. I opened the door downstairs and made my way up and into the building to the apartment and then shed my wrap and accessories and made my way to the sleeping place.

Thank goodness for the days of resting up and awaiting the evening. Despite losing and finding my ATM card and having to journey up the block for a good sandwich I ended up watching various cartoons once again and after Pais returned home we watched Scary Movie 3 and then later when he had turned in I watched Agent Cody Banks on On Demand. The next day I watched Johnson Family Vacation and Clockwork Orange. Then some episodes of Angel and Charmed to bring on the night.

I am beginning to truly latch onto the importance of days and nights of rest. Looking forward to hanging with the guys and boys once again next weekend. Just bring me more friends and family and we will enjoy the days and nights together. If I can have all of the fun I have had mostly alone with a few guest appearances imagine what I fun I will be able to discover and have when the full squad is back together and then some. Well here's to good friends. The night will be kinda special. But guess what its even more fun then even Lowenbrau can make it. I have a few different drinks on the menu ahead. We'll have at 'em soon enough.

Feb 4-6 So much but I just can't speak about it.. (Right)

I made it through another week. People are always on the subways doing nasty things and not caring if someone else sees (Things with noses and smells and trash and just evilness). I was very happy to make it through to the weekend and not just having to threaten someone or just attack for the sheer righteousness of it. I really want to remain civil in these trying times. I meant to go to the gym on Friday night but there was so much to do at work and my PC at my desk was just not cooperating (5 reboots in one day) and so little time. But I left for home and decided to use the free weights, some push ups and just get ready to do the evening. I had dinner, trimmed the hair, showered, outfitted, and watched the news. Stayed in long enough to see the evil fake dentists that use fake photos to advertise dental work (Fake teeth veneer jobs that need to be redone) and then it was time to head out.

The city was a little warmer and despite a little bit of traffic it cleared up and it was not too bad to get into the city on this night. Actually found a parking space right on the street but the dangerous slush made it a little more of a chore to get out of the car than usual. Said hello to the door guys and made it in alright. Paid at the cashier, checked the coats and made a quick runthrough but did not see barman Brett. A little bummed but headed to the downstairs bar and got a Smirnoff Ice and hung out with Paisley for a bit. The lights on the main floor were a lot more active than usual and even though the regular light guy had gotten a lot more interested in synching the lights to the beat and mood of the music, the lights this eve were going full blast and you could see the energy on the floor from across the room. I checked out the booth and saw that Ms Liz Ligouri was back on the boards and making sure that she was in more than 2 places at once constantly. If she wasn't turning the lights up and down and all around she was synching the video screens and showing us glimpses of "boys gone wild" all the while matching what you saw to the beat being thrown down by DJ Eliot Dehoyos. Yes Splash was hosting the Tribe party once again and all the boys who were there were feeling the dance and the vibe of the tribal. I made sure to stop by and say hi and even gave Liz a copy of one of my CDs with a tribal sound all its own "Freezer Burn" and she said she looked forward to listening to it. I then went by the bar and low and behold Mr Brett was back at his station at the front bar. He had just stepped away for a second and I had missed him on my previous walkthrough. After trading pleasantries and picking up another drink I headed back downstairs to tell Pais I was going to be doing some dancing on the main floor. I ended up hanging out on the dancefloor with Reggie and Jared and we had a pretty good time dancing, talking, and pretty much enjoying ourselves from beginning to end. I split my time between the dance floor, the downstairs bar, the speaker box (dancing to "La Noche"), and the front bar. Brett said he had to leave around 3am and I myself stayed until about 3:30 but I was able to pick up a Next Magazine, say goodnight to the guys and then make it out to the car to head home. There was a lot to do the next day so going home to go to sleep was something to be looked forward to. Another Friday night and it all ends as it should. All good.

The morning came to us with plenty on the agenda to do. We headed out to target to pick up tax preparation software and stopped on the way back into Park Slope to pick up some bagels and fixings for such. The wait in the place was involved but with a line that long it seemed like it must be worth it so we hung out, talked about the clientele, the news in the paper (people getting shot on Mad Ave) and finally headed out with sandwiches ready to eat when we got home. I did my brothers taxes when I got home (nice to know someone is getting something back) and then did Amy's. She was happy with the result and we finished up with pre-printed envelopes and made sure of the NY and Fed signatures and it was all done. We then headed down to Bay Ridge and Century 21 to take advantage of NY Tax Free Week. I ended up stocking up and making sure that for at least the foreseeable months I was set (no visiting Macy's or Penney's anytime soon). We dropped off Amy at Boro Hall and headed back home to get an italian dinner delivery and rest up before heading out on Sat Night. The Jimmy arrived around 10:30 and we hung out watching news and highlights before programming the DVR and heading out into the Saturday Night.

We found parking right on West Street and were able to get to the line in front of Roxy for a little bit of a wait while awaiting the return of doorman Derek. After he came back we said hello and made our way inside to see the guys with the wristbands, the cashiers and the coat check staff before we made it inside and checked the place over. The DJ for the evening was Chad Jack and we were looking forward to seeing what he would do with a full house after having had braved the elements to see his last party in the snowstorm. We said hello to barman Barker and settled in for another Roxy evening. After a few trips and revolutions around the front I felt the mood getting more and more into the music and took to the speakerbox in the asian section to dance to "Sexercise" and then headed to the back bar to hang with Pais and the Jimmy as we meeted and greeted. The DJ decided early on that we were climbing a musical mountain and when it was time for a peak it was more like a brilliant vista as DJ Chad did his level best to wear us out. At one point while dancing on the stage, hands lit, with side dancers of young black guy on the solo speaker and a black guy behind me and a russian guy (very friendly and totally into the music) on my left, we proceeded to dance on and on until finally I needed a gatorade break and another drink. We ended up staying at the party until well after 4am but having felt I had done myself in with not enough red bull and too much vodka. Also I had one vodka cranberry over the course of the evening that should have been a Mandarin and Red bull. Because of this I ended up sliding down the steps leading out of the Roxy with a nice set of scratches on my right ankle for my troubles. We went to the diner up the street but I had no sort of appetite and only heroic efforts on the part of Paisley enabled me to get home in one piece in a yellow taxi and not destroy myself or some innocent bystanding cabbie. I fell out like a rock and was just as happy to be asleep as I was a few hours before to have been dancing on the stage, hands outstretched over a crowd of happy club kids. Well, it had to be lived through some time. It must have been this past weekend then.

Anyway Sunday, Super Sunday came in with the normal flourish. I began by eating my leftover burger and fries from my overnight and was convinced that I was a firm believer in refrigeration and was highly thankful that my stomach was made of sterner stuff so I was not overwhelmed by my poorly stored hamburger. I spent the afternoon catching up on 'toons and watching various films. Pais caught up on work stuff and rested and pretty soon naps were in order all around as the length and duration of the weekend of shopping and partying made its final installment payments on our bodies and minds. During the actual Super Bowl, we had italian dinner while watching commercials and enjoying a rather well played defensive game. Pais went out during halftime to pick up a Baskin Robbins dessert and we finished up the evening watching The Simpsons (violent but very funny episode) and American Dad (also very funny, a lot of promise but the alien was nasty with the slime, very unnecessary). Because of all of the Sunday napping I was able to stay up until around 2am watching Cartoon network and reading news from around the world on my Powerbook.

I was too worn out to comment on my weekend Sunday night or even Monday Night. I contemplated not writing about this past weekend at all but it was still worth an honorable mention and I ended up writing the above just to make sure I gave it the recognition that it deserved. I had a lot of fun, hung out with friends, made sure my presence and energy was felt and definitely enjoyed every minute of it. As long as we continue to ascend there is no reason to come back down. The high points keep on coming and I am enjoying the view from where I've been.

Jan 28-30 - Dancing in the dark and Moving under the Lights (and NJ Too)

We try to get enough sleep, stay hydrated and take our vitamins and minerals and drink plenty of orange juice. Plenty of fiber, plenty of water and wash with antibacterial soap and use Colgate Total and T Control Listerine on the teeth. Preparation is always key.

The week ends on a high point. Work is under control and the bosses are happy. I had planned on going to the gym but that fell through as I left work too late. Came straight home, inhaled the steak dinner and headed into the bathroom to complete the haircut. Ernesto showed up to hang a little and chat and we watched some tv before preparing to head out.

After going down on the elevator we said our good nights to Ernesto and parted ways to our separate vehicles. Hopped into the Murano and plowed through the residual snow in the parking lot on the way out to the street. The newest CD was in the player and we drove into the cold night headed into the city. The ride in was slowed under the promenade slightly by a disabled vehicle but once past that the rest of the ride over the Bklyn bridge was easy. We dodged potholes, taxis and early evening drunk people and pulled into a parking space right up the street from our destination. Said hi to the doorguys and walked into the place. Paid the cashier and doffed the coats at the coatcheck and then headed for the back stairs. A quick walkthrough of the slowly filling dancefloor and then we were at the front bar to say hi to barman Brett. We exchanged our hellos and ordered our first drinks. Splash was filling up slowly and there was still plenty of room next to the bar to dance and hang as we watched whatever happened to appear on the monitors and reflected on the mirror across the way. We had only been inside for a little bit before spotting Reggie wearing white and black (last week it was all white). I walked across the room, walked up and surprised him on the dance floor. We walked back over to Pais and ordered some red bull and more drinks. Once the drinks were in hand Reggie and myself headed out to the dancefloor to clear some space and dance. From the middle, to the back, to the back bar, to right in front of the stage, DJ Alex Lauterstein kept us on hold at first and then at 12:15 unleashed a dancefest that kept us in motion until it was time to kick it up a notch. After being chased around the floor by pushy people and strange smells I heard the familiar beats of an oncoming dance favorite. With the dancing boy off of the box at the moment I stepped onto the speakerbox, lit my hands and proceeded to dance to "Lola's Theme". After that song was over I extinguished the lights but still stayed to dance into the next song before stepping down and heading to the front bar and catching up with the Pais. I handed Brett a copy of my latest mix CD "Thunder Snow" and promised Reggie that I would give him copies of my other CDs before I left for the night. (He had no pockets big enough and with the cargo pants, I could hold the music all night). I made sure the cases were turned so I wouldn't break them while I danced and continued move around the dancefloor. Inbetween I discussed music with Brett and he told me he had been given passes to the Blue Ball in Philly but wasn't sure if he wanted to go. I said it was cool but I was doing my normal NYC circuit so I knew where I would be. When it was time to head downstairs to the restroom I took in the all dark lounge area and the slow moving crowd. The bathroom wasn't too bad and I made use of the stall with no door as it seemed to have the shortest wait time. Back upstairs by way of the back and we danced some more to a well choreographed set by the DJ and some very appreciative dancers on the floor dancing to "The Third Dimension" and "Tribal Madness". No stage time but plenty of time on the floor and eventually it was time to go. At 3Am we bid goodnight Reggie, handed off the CDs and retrieved the coats from the coatcheck. Another night was concluded and we headed back home to BK.

We awoke and had some breakfast, Pais had a bagel, I had an energy shake. Ernesto came back and we hung out some before settling in and watching the end of our "Anchorman" DVD. The slow beginning hid the fact that the movie quickly became out of control and full of ridiculously funny parts. I had not laughed that hard at a movie in a while. Ernesto went off to visit with his family and we caught a nap in preparation for heading out later. We awoke all too soon and prepared to get ready to head over to NJ. Showered outfitted and with the newly re-arrived Ernesto we made our way down to the car and headed out.

The ride into the city was easy and we met up with the rest of the crowd ready to travel right in front of the Dugout. We said our greetings, chatted a little and then separated to our separate vehicles and drove out. Through the Lincoln Tunnel and down Route 3 and with the directions we copied from the Jimmy we made it in good time. After parking the car we overstepped the icy mat and knocked on the door. Larry welcomed us inside and we said our hellos to Donnie and the parrot. After we hung the coats up I mixed a few Grey Goose and cranberries for everyone. I soon homed in on the chips and dip to keep my stomach busy on more than alcohol. Pretty soon we welcomed the expanding arriving team members of Hal, Steve, Matt, Dave and then Jimmy arrived with Demetrius and Chris. The meeting began and all different facets of the upcoming softball season were discussed. From uniforms, to player positions to new team members, it took a while but finally it was all run through. Afterwards we got up and turned around and dug into the great repast that Glenn had prepared. The ribs in two different flavors and the pasta salad were excellent and the ribs were quickly depleted. With full bellies and good company we passed the time talking and hanging some more until different people had to return to different errands that called them away. We stayed until 11pm and then we too said our goodbyes and hugged and bid farewell. The ride back to the city was made quickly and easily and we got everyone back to the city in one piece. We dropped Ernesto off at the subway so he could retrieve his vehicle and head home while we looped back across town to find parking. A quick costume change in the car and a bottle of water on 9th ave and we were all ready to head over to Roxy. After giving up on a few parking spots that were stickered as off limits, we settled on the lot around the corner. I went to wait on line in front of the club while Pais waited on the line for the lot. Who should be on the line but Chris and the Jimmy. I waited with them for a short bit in the cold and Paisley sights us on line and we all get inside together. Chris gets disc passes for all but I don't need it so Chris and Pais use them to get in. After the coat check we make our way inside and I picked up the first round after saying hi to barman Barker. Brett was in the house as well with his buds as he decided to stay in the city rather than drive down in the cold to hang in Philly. We were looking forward to a good set from DJ Peter Rauhofer but he wasn't in house just yet. With one of his planned sets playing for the crowd the place slowly began to fill and the crowd got into it. The mood ratcheted up quickly and we definitely got into the party mood as we danced to songs by Janet Jackson, Destiny's Child and Suzanne Palmer. Despite the bigger crowd the back bar still had not recovered its popularity and was not too busy so we stayed at the front. Over the course of the night we hung out with Duane, Andre as well as Troy at the front bar as well as several short visits with Brett as he held court near the entrance and spoke to Carson K a bit before heading out to dance in the asian section to "Sexercise" by Altar. The boys in the section kept moving my drink so I decided I could just stay for one song and walked across the tables to appear right in front of Pais and the Jimmy as they stopped by for a brief visit and watch. Peter arrived with a vengeance to kick the crowd up a notch and we could hear the crowd respond. Chris had to head out early this eve so he was gone by 2am but the rest of us stayed to hear some more. No laser for me tonight but plenty of chances to light my hands as later on I danced on the front speaker near the door to Gwen Stefani and"What you Waiting For". I made it on to the speaker by the stage, the dancefloor and the spaces near the front as the fun went on for quite some time. I lost track of the others for a bit but still had a moment to say goodnight to Barker before another quick circuit of the place. I found the rest of the guys right near the front door and just like that it was time to go. We stayed until 5am and then with a wave to the crowd we bid the party good night. A quick walk around the corner and we were able retrieve the car and head back to BK post haste. Another long day comes to a close.

Sunday we awoke late and after having breakfast delivered we watched a DVD of "Aliens vs Predator". The movie was entertaining enough despite some wild leaps of logic and convenience but it was a good afternoon popcorn movie. We also watched some basketball and then it was time to find something to eat. We then made ready to go out to eat and returned to Jakes near the waterfront to have some more great portions of barbecue. We drove the whole neighborhood looking for a parking space and settled on a spot on the same block not too far away. Dodging cars in the street we were able to make our way inside and be seated. The out of the way location meant the place had a much shorter wait than the Dallas BBQ behind Macy's. Pais had the meatloaf while I had the pulled barbecue chicken breast. The food was once again excellent and we both had to bring portions of the dinner home. We stopped on the way home at Pathmark to pick up some soda and soap. With that mission accomplished we headed back home and watched The Simpsons on Fox. We then watched a DVD of "Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow". Very fun and an interesting movie too. Afterwards it was just time for the news and catching up on some DVR programming.

Another weekend under wraps and plenty of fun had along the way. We come up to the end of the month and await more fun as the chill seems to lift. Looking forward to the temps in the 40s later on this week. Until then will stay warm until its Hot once again.