Category: Out and about

My roommate isn’t the one who pooped in the toilet. It must have been staff. I went to Dalton’s room and jammed for a bit and we met his girlfriend and her friend and I followed them to Mad Mex, a hookah bar, open mic thing, and then to some strange hipster party where everyone was sitting around listening to lord of the rings and playing with sparklers. Sitting in there, I got this email from www.lightedplace.com saying that I won their summer fiction contest. Woo. Plus, $246 prize money.

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Also, I’ve been thinking, a case of ginger ale is only 12 cans.

The sign, spotted in Columbia, MD…

The venue turned out to be a great place for a show. A downpour found us halfway through the first set, so every time Jared and I see Phish together it rains so far.

 

Last week I called Krag and asked him when he would be getting home for spring break, and he told me that he’d be in New York for another six days. He said that I should come over. It would only be a one-way bus ticket because his parents were going to get him and would bring me home with him.

“Dude. Just come down.”

“All right.”

 

I ended up actually taking pictures. Here is the view from the window of Krag’s dorm. The tallest building towards the left is the Freedom Tower. It’s like the new World Trade Center. If you zoom in really far you’d probably be able to find a couple of greenish pixels that are the Statue of Liberty. It’s not big. When I think of the fact that people used to be able to go inside of it and climb up to the torch, I just imagine like a chimney sweeper. Either way, there’s that.

This was taken from the Staten Island Ferry on the ride to Manhattan. It’s a machine gunner.

I guess the main reason for me going to New York was because we were going to see Jeffrey Lewis, but it was at a 21 and over thing.

The huge guy at the door: “Sorry.”

Krag: “Look, we’re not going to drink or anything, we just want to see Jeffrey Lewis.”

Huge guy: “Sorry.”

Then, ROLAND came.

Yep. He was texting me and Krag about how he should come down, and he was asking about the bus tickets and everything to make it sound like he was serious, but then Krag got a text that said, “Dude I just booked it!”

So Roland came. We had a great day in Brooklyn while Krag was in class. Here’s Poseidon I think:

The Big Arch. Beyond this is the park, which we explored.

Part of Prospect Park. The parks are vast.

Here’s Roland digging a good room. It’s classic. It looked like a genuine room, which you don’t see anymore. This was in Rocco’s. It’s a pastry shop. You go in and order amazing coffee and all of the pastries are small and expensive, but they are quality pastries.

 

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At some point I went to visit Brooklyn College, which I applied to. If you pause the video at 9 seconds, you’ll see a group of people playing hacky-sack. They invited me to play and I ended up playing with them for an hour. They’re cool. There was this Indian girl.

Edit: I forgot. Then me and Jonalyn went to dinner. We couldn’t take a Gerald pic with two Geralds. We tried using a mirror. We wanted a cheers with the glasses.

See, I want to document the whole trip now, but I just have these pictures. Either way, we ended up leaving Roland behind. He was very doubtful about finding the bus.

Okay so you’re goin’ down 108 towards Harlansburg, and you make that bend before the crossing of 19 that takes you between the rock walls, and you’re enjoying the scenery and all and the engine seizes and the back wheel locks and the bike starts sliding and all, and you fall and you say well this isn’t so bad, the roads are wet which makes this much like a water slide, and this coat seems to be doing a surprisingly great job, and then you wonder where the bike is, and on the next roll you see it’s following you and you say well I better kick at it or something so it doesn’t catch up, but it doesn’t, and you say all right, everything’s fine, and you slide on down the hill and you see that some cars are watching, and they stop and you stop and you get up and say to them no thanks, no I’m fine and yes I’m sure, but they get out anyways and you say no no I’m fine and yes yes I’m sure, then they leave and you look at the long scratch mark in the road and see your mirror up at the top of the hill and you think well people will be asking so you start walking and counting and when you stop at the mirror and its 37 seconds. You pick up your mirror and stick it in the rocks and you walk back down to the bike, and then you look at your thumb and it’s moving a little funny but it’s just swollen, and you look at the bike and it’s all right, and then the guy who built the engine says I’ll replace everything, and you say I hate those mirrors.

So you get new mirrors.

The weekend was a blast, and we are going to try and do at least one tournament a year.

We’re still doing the open mic thing on Thursdays. Here’s a sample:

See you soon!

A smashing success.