New York?

Last Friday Mike and I actually had a day off together. This hasn't happened since I started working for the Panhandler and we were quite excited about how we were going to spend it. We decided to have a Whole Foods picnic in Central Park at 59th street and then walk through the trails in the park.

That green thing in the middle is Central Park. If you picture us starting at the white circle in the lower left corner of that green and walking up to the reservoir in the middle... that's what we did that day. It was about 40 city blocks when we emerged from the lovely green.

Mikey is adorable.

This is the Great Lawn. I was actually pleasantly surprised at the birds and wildlife and green I saw during our day at the park. We spent the rest of the day avoiding Pope barricades.

Mike and I have decided to move west. Despite the beauty of Central Park, we are looking for more tranquility, less crowded public transportation and mountains (well, I'm looking for mountains at least). Destination Seattle, approximately mid July. Goodbye metrocards, bums, smelly sewers, rude assholes at every turn, overpriced eats, pretentiousness and false entitlement. I just hope my time here hasn't changed me much.

Oh, frat boy anthems

How many times in a row can you play ACDC's "Back in Black" without getting sick of it?

Me: probably somewhere around 2.5

My roommate: I dunno, I'll let you know when it stops, but this has been going on for days. It started with him listening to it a few times to figure out the guitar riff. Then he was singing it on the toilet. Now I hear it coming from his room and his girlfriend giggling. He is undoubtedly playing air guitar, perhaps doing some kind of Angus strut.

edit: today he sat around all day and then said, "Man I feel fat today. I know what will remedy this!" and he put on... you guessed it... "Back in Black" again. He said "This song is all balls."

ok....