It's been awhile. Lots of good stories and too many to waste in one post as I'm going "wet" for the next couple of week in anticipation of a) a real Queen's Day (read: without Frankenstef stitches and a cast) and b) vacation with my mom, who arguably throws down harder than I do (is partying genetic?). What does wet mean you ask? (not that kind of wet...I mean, I wish that was all I was doing for the next couple of weeks...) Well, I won't go so far as to say I'm holding myself to a 3-drink maximum, but I won't actively be seeking it out. Sigh...I really wish we had made "Our team is moist" t-shirts in college. Alas, not a joke (given my sophomore year performance) that many would find funny...but you know you love/hate the word: moist moist moist moist moist moist moist. moist.
Before delving into April shenanigans and viajes, a quick recap of all things NYC. This lil' trip was great -- crashed with JM & the Three Cats (that's the name of my new lounge band). I'm locked in for kitty-sitting during the honeymoon (early to mid July), so if anyone is around, holler. Anyway, commute was surprisingly short and non-stressful (sorry Coltrane): UWS 0. Bococa 1. (Bococa is the Brooklynite name for Boerum Hill, Cobble Hill and Carroll Gardens -- like Tribecca is the Triangle Below Canal and Soho is So your mother's a Ho, etc).
Sentimental note: Got a chance to see the bro in action in the classroom and he is truly a great teacher (I now understand Macbeth). And he's also great with the cats (kinda surprised since we were deprived, animaless children...dead fish and hermit crabs don't count). I think these two things combined means he's gonna be a great daddy. And a great husband. I simply can't wait for the wedding as it will be THE biggest party of the year (don't worry CGF/P -- yours will be the party of the year in '09).
Anyway, finally rolled back to Le Dam a couple Saturdays ago, met an old colleague at the airport and promptly went on a 48-hour bender. We soldiered up for a rookie night at Paradiso. This spot gets lots of major acts in a variety of different genres. Phish played Pardiso, JT played Paradiso, Tiesto and Van Bueren have played Paradiso, etc. Anyway, it's a club/music venue in an old church (I think...). I've heard that the place is great and apparently I now know it is great. I say "apparently" because I had one of the few (seriously, only a few...Stef does not black out, she just checks out early and passes out...or pukes...maybe a little from column A and little from column B) evenings were it's a bit fuzzy around the edges. Regardless, some chick spun a great set and speaking Spanish was involved. In true Amsterdam style, our "hangover" cure was fungus and muffins. So good to be home.
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