I hung out a lot this past weekend more than I usually hang out - which is still not that much or as much as I wanted to - but walking around downtown with friends … it just looks like someplace to be able to afford to hang out. I know I couldn’t afford it. Overbuilt, uninteresting and boring - the people made it fun. Or maybe I’m just an old fart.
One of the guys I hung out with was Pananamian. He talked a little bit about the culture of the Panama Canal. (He was young and cute and could talk - imagine that!) Still, I got the feeling that all the gold would lose its gleam once I reached out and tweaked his nipples (which seemed to be reaching out and talking to me as much as he was). I resisted and settled for being less vulgar. I probably should have just squeezed to my heart’s content and got it over with and out of my system, because I felt like being vulgar. Now that I think of it, nobody seemed to really want to be here. I tried getting drunk but failed. One of us succeeded. All the while, I was thinking “I did laundry and put up with an hour of HOT97 for this?” If I could have teleported the three of us, well, the four of us somewhere else, I would have - but where?
Beyond its tourist trappings, isn’t New York City still one of those places that people come for a good time? Like a destination? That New York City seems locked away somewhere, behind some expensive-looking door or or lit up by some expensive-looking light or something. (Or maybe behind an alternate reality.) It definitely wasn’t in the park on the way to sushi. One thing this guy mentioned was knowing someone who was an underwater welder. Fascinating in itself, I’m sure, but there was a longing - barely perceptible, but it was there. If only he didn’t have to come all the way here to make so much money … sigh
John Amaechi, Grace Jones and the Paradise Garage all came up in conservation on the way home as did the new iPhone but, alas, I’m not the Apple fanboy that I used to be. I went home, slept, came back out and found myself settling again - this time for some cheap, noname rootbeer that I’ve been craving. On ice. At least I would have that. I need some debauchery with a beat.
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