Thursday was full of drunken debauchery, per usual. Late night, Moe and I ventured to 14th and 1st to attend a free comedy show at Luca Lounge. Overall, the show was totally enjoyable. One woman performed and was very funny, and apparently she'll be taping a Comedy Central special in the coming weeks. We drank Pork Slaps, which were two for the price of one. Afterwards, we hit a dive nearby and enjoyed a PBR and whiskey for $5. It's a trendy drink special. After that we hit a bar on the same block, and this was the second time I've been asked to leave a bar since I moved here a month ago. The details are not important, it's just another dumb asshole denying me service for a dumb reason. Why he felt the need to make less money that night is beyond me. After that we were hanging on a stoop nearby and I needed to piss. I jumped the fence to an entrance-way across the street, and totally fucked up my foot on the pointed edge of the gate. This incident made my Friday a lot more difficult.
Friday I started work at 57 Napoli Pizza e Vino on 57th and Lexington. It's a little place where business people go for lunch. It's got a full menu and wine list, but there's only a brick oven upstairs where the actual seating is located. The chef makes pizza and stuff upstairs, but for everything else (pasta, salads, steaks) you have to order it from the upscale deli downstairs and bring it up. I guess it's the same business because someone can order any beverage they want, like Yoohoo for example, and I just go downstairs, grab it off the shelf and serve it. It's a really loose operation. There's only an acting manager, she's one of the servers. She gave me the interview which lasted 5 minutes, where she basically asked if I know the difference between red and white wine. I do know the difference, but I still have to train a couple shifts before I see any money. When I got up that morning, my foot hurt like I couldn't believe, and I continued to hobble around all day.
That night Jake had a birthday party at Jake's Dilemma. The dilemma is should we as a society allow a semi-retarded jackass to walk our streets for 23 years? I blame the parents. The bar had beirut and pitchers, but it was fairly expensive. Plenty of people showed up for the birthday boy. I left after an hour to avoid spending my rent money on booze.
Saturday would have been John Lennon's 70th birthday, so I visited Strawberry Fields in Central Park. It's a patch of land near the 72nd st. entrance and there's a tile design on the ground that says IMAGINE. People sported John Lennon gear and sang songs, and crunchy hippies sold stuff. More importantly, right before we entered the park, we passed Seth Green and Macaulay Culkin. But more importantly, I saw Macaulay Culkin. In person. Later that night, after mulling around Central Park and Midtown, I went to see a friend from NH who's sister lives in Brooklyn. The sister is getting married and my friend is in New York planning the wedding. I met them at Washington Commons. It was a relaxed joint with some tasty and highly alcoholic brews. Mojo Risin' Double IPA, $6.
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