New York, New York
Sunday, 26 February.
After finally sleeping at 7am, I woke up around 1pm. Brett and I went out for a breakfast of eggs and sausage and a walk. The sky was deceptively blue; the wind was biting cold. Who cared? ^_^
That evening we met the band, Brett's parents, and Brett's aunt and uncle at Sammy's for Brett's birthday dinner. It was as wonderful as ever. The vodka was flowing, the food kept coming, Brett made me stand in the middle with him for his birthday Hora (I don't know how to spell anything "Jewish" so bear with me), and the singer dedicated "New York, New York" to Japan. ^_^
Man, I love Sammy's. Jordan, Brenda, and Michael had never been before and were, I think, floored by the experience (particularly the live entertainment).
Brett and I returned to the apartment and watched Mulholland Dr - my third time, probably the thirtieth for Brett. It really is a great movie (and only becomes cooler the more I understand about it).
Monday, 27 February.
Brett and I went to "The Bean," a new coffee shop on Orchard. We sat down with our drinks (no, I had chai, not coffee) and pulled out our computers to work. Then who walks in but Momus, the techno sensation from Tonic, renowned in Japan and college radio stations across America. He wasn't wearing a skirt or the bag over his head, and there was no Japanese girl in tow, but we're positive it was him. (I was hoping to blog about it while sitting there, but the last entry was already getting too long.) Perhaps he had a gig that night, because he had a big suitcase with him. He sat at the table next to us. We made no conversation, unfortunately.
I sat in on a Head Set rehearsal that evening, which was a lot of fun. I took a few pictures, but mostly just watched and listened (with heavy-duty-shooting-range-type-ear-muffler-things on). It was really cool to be able to watch them actually *work* on music together. And of course I think they're all adorable in their own ways.
After rehearsal we caught a train to Long Island. Brett's parents had dinner waiting for us... and pictures of 11yr old Brett. ^_^ After the steak and brussel sprouts and wine, we goofed around some, chatting and watching bad tv, then went to bed - hyped up for the...
Tuesday, 28 February.
Hockey game! My first. Brett and I just lolled around the house during the day. I patched a ridiculous hole in his pants, and we checked out the guitar body I painted last year in the hopes of selling it. But when his dad got home we headed for the Nassau Coliseum. Montreal Canadiens at New York Islanders. The Isles were only 6 points behind the Habs for the last playoff slot, so we very much wanted them to win (even though a Canadien, Long Island native Mike Komisarek, bought us our tickets). Unfortunately it wasn't a great night for the Isles. Huet (Canadiens' goaltender) was really on; we were down 5-1 at one point, very depressing, and then Satan came in the third period with two goals (so at least it ended respectably). I'd never even watched a full hockey game on television before, so it was really exciting, if a little overwhelming. And on top of it being a cool game (and I'm not just saying that for brownie points), I really liked the local feel of it - the ice girls, *every*one in an Isles jersey, the hecklers even. Rockets basketball doesn't feel like that anymore. One of the things I really loved about the game was the *sound* - the skates, the puck on the ice, the puck hitting the backboards, the players crashing into each other... there were moments when these were the only sounds in the stadium. God I hate how they play music nonstop through Rockets games these days.
After the game, we gathered with all of Komisarek's other fans to greet and thank him for our tickets. There was even a field trip there from his junior high school. One kid was begging him to sign his forehead. It was really cute. I doubt Mike remembered me (having only met me once), but I was still really grateful. They were decent and quite expensive seats... even if he is a millionaire.
Wednesday, 1 March.
So now I have to write a paper. It's already the morning of the 2nd in Tokyo, so I guess that means I only have 'til 10am tomorrow to submit it. *eep* Tomorrow I'll meet Darren for dinner and juggling, and Friday I'll go to Princeton. Every day I think it's my last day in New York, but I still have until Monday! That's so reassuring, but I know it'll be here before I want it to be.
After finally sleeping at 7am, I woke up around 1pm. Brett and I went out for a breakfast of eggs and sausage and a walk. The sky was deceptively blue; the wind was biting cold. Who cared? ^_^
That evening we met the band, Brett's parents, and Brett's aunt and uncle at Sammy's for Brett's birthday dinner. It was as wonderful as ever. The vodka was flowing, the food kept coming, Brett made me stand in the middle with him for his birthday Hora (I don't know how to spell anything "Jewish" so bear with me), and the singer dedicated "New York, New York" to Japan. ^_^
Man, I love Sammy's. Jordan, Brenda, and Michael had never been before and were, I think, floored by the experience (particularly the live entertainment).
Brett and I returned to the apartment and watched Mulholland Dr - my third time, probably the thirtieth for Brett. It really is a great movie (and only becomes cooler the more I understand about it).
Monday, 27 February.
Brett and I went to "The Bean," a new coffee shop on Orchard. We sat down with our drinks (no, I had chai, not coffee) and pulled out our computers to work. Then who walks in but Momus, the techno sensation from Tonic, renowned in Japan and college radio stations across America. He wasn't wearing a skirt or the bag over his head, and there was no Japanese girl in tow, but we're positive it was him. (I was hoping to blog about it while sitting there, but the last entry was already getting too long.) Perhaps he had a gig that night, because he had a big suitcase with him. He sat at the table next to us. We made no conversation, unfortunately.
I sat in on a Head Set rehearsal that evening, which was a lot of fun. I took a few pictures, but mostly just watched and listened (with heavy-duty-shooting-range-type-ear-muffler-things on). It was really cool to be able to watch them actually *work* on music together. And of course I think they're all adorable in their own ways.
After rehearsal we caught a train to Long Island. Brett's parents had dinner waiting for us... and pictures of 11yr old Brett. ^_^ After the steak and brussel sprouts and wine, we goofed around some, chatting and watching bad tv, then went to bed - hyped up for the...
Tuesday, 28 February.
Hockey game! My first. Brett and I just lolled around the house during the day. I patched a ridiculous hole in his pants, and we checked out the guitar body I painted last year in the hopes of selling it. But when his dad got home we headed for the Nassau Coliseum. Montreal Canadiens at New York Islanders. The Isles were only 6 points behind the Habs for the last playoff slot, so we very much wanted them to win (even though a Canadien, Long Island native Mike Komisarek, bought us our tickets). Unfortunately it wasn't a great night for the Isles. Huet (Canadiens' goaltender) was really on; we were down 5-1 at one point, very depressing, and then Satan came in the third period with two goals (so at least it ended respectably). I'd never even watched a full hockey game on television before, so it was really exciting, if a little overwhelming. And on top of it being a cool game (and I'm not just saying that for brownie points), I really liked the local feel of it - the ice girls, *every*one in an Isles jersey, the hecklers even. Rockets basketball doesn't feel like that anymore. One of the things I really loved about the game was the *sound* - the skates, the puck on the ice, the puck hitting the backboards, the players crashing into each other... there were moments when these were the only sounds in the stadium. God I hate how they play music nonstop through Rockets games these days.
After the game, we gathered with all of Komisarek's other fans to greet and thank him for our tickets. There was even a field trip there from his junior high school. One kid was begging him to sign his forehead. It was really cute. I doubt Mike remembered me (having only met me once), but I was still really grateful. They were decent and quite expensive seats... even if he is a millionaire.
Wednesday, 1 March.
So now I have to write a paper. It's already the morning of the 2nd in Tokyo, so I guess that means I only have 'til 10am tomorrow to submit it. *eep* Tomorrow I'll meet Darren for dinner and juggling, and Friday I'll go to Princeton. Every day I think it's my last day in New York, but I still have until Monday! That's so reassuring, but I know it'll be here before I want it to be.
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