First, Dad, how is the replacement wheelchair treating you? Mom said it's crap and it's not electric. Is it like the ones you see handicapped basketball players using? Do you hear the Harlem Globetrotter song? I hope f'ing Bay Home gets your old one fixed fast.
Well, as of my last post, Ricky, my friend from college, came to stay for a few days. He was in New York to meet with his agent and editor about the book proposal he sold. Because what else are you going to do with your free time in law school?
On Wednesday night we walked around and froze considering it was below 30 for the first time here and neither of us were dressed particlarly warm. We began at a Peruvian restaurant and then headed over to The Comedy Cellar and watched some medicore comediens. Whenever a comedien is offended because we "are too quiet" or we "need to wake up", the comedien should stop insulting the audience's intelligence and actually tell jokes that work. But there were a couple of big names: Jim Norton, Dave Attell, one of the comediens from Tourgasm, etc, and they were funny.
The next night, while Ricky went out with a friend, the roommates of 235 decided we'd have our first family meal (paninis). Notice Nandita's expertise with the press:
Friday, Ricky and I met up with Peter, Walters, and his roommate, Greg, for drinks at Max Fish, a bar on the lower east side.
Here's Ricky trying to teach Greg some magic tricks; Ricky and me; a couple of chatty Kathys:
Today I plan on doing some research for my first writing bit in the magazine(!). It's going to be like a Harper's Index, except for obesity. Should be good--I'm looking forward to seeing what I can do with it.
And to finish things off, here 's a collage of pics Sarah sent me after her visit:
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The middle (Sarah) picture should say, "Come, let's dance like children of the night!"
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