Been busy for us during Christmas Season here in the big city. With the holidays rapidly approaching we have been busy getting gifts and naturally sending them to Memphis wrapped. Note to self – when sending a box to your mothers house and she has moved it may be a good idea to get the correct address. Thankfully FedEx was able to correct the address and the customer service agent didn’t laugh at me too bad.
This week we are busy with Holiday parties (Mary Louise’s old work peeps) and we have some other events to attend this weekend. Mary Louise heads back to Seattle on Tuesday so it will be just me and the dog for the week. I will keep you posted. Anyway here are some pictures that I have had for the past couple of weeks.
Got a bunch of pics on the ole Camera roll that aren’t all shitty firework pictures so I will share with you today. Taking next week off because I am going to be busy making sure that the parents of Mary Louise and my (if I conjugated that wrong kiss my ass, I am typing this at 2AM because I can’t sleep) godchild don’t drink any tainted water on the fun side of the border wall. Oh I am sure that I will probably upload one or two pics next week. Anyhoo have a good weekend and keep cool.
We have now arrived at Swamp Ass Temps in the Subway. What you don’t see or smell is the sweat pooling in my shoe or the faint smell of GoldBond
Shout out to Baker Street Pub who was nice enough to put on the Summer League game for us last week. And Happy Birthday to our favorite slinger of Bud Light!
My Favorite Greek Restaurant has a really cool display of prayer beads in their front lobby that I just noticed.
That right there is old Skool Midtown Uniform or the Frank H Sweater Vest! Oh and the temps that day were well into the “Feels like 100”! What the Corn Bread Feck Pops!
Shout out to Shannon O’ L as I saw this shirt and thought of her.
When in Hipster Brooklyn…… Note the prices on the 2X4’s and half case too
I do love living here because I see stuff here that reminds me of living in Memphis. I mean who didn’t see this on Summer Avenue or on Stage Road atop the hill in Rocking Raleigh?
Mary Louise Geranium, MAP is very excited to just read smut books next weekend in Mexico. I am proud of her but will still divorce her ass if she goes to be a Damned Doctor. *editor’s note – that cheap ass University couldn’t spring for a sheepskin holder?*
One of the main perks of living here on the 38th floor of Downtown Brooklyn overlooking Manhattan is the view of the East River. Two years ago we went to Schroder’s house to watch the 4th of July Fireworks with killer views. This year we decided to stay in and see if Maria and Bill wanted to come over and to watch the fireworks. They were in so a trip to Popeye’s Chicken was in order.
Unfortunately the fireworks this year were delayed due to the shows and rather than a 45 minute show (7 barges on the East River at 5K a minute) they only had a 30 minute show. We did enjoy the show but even more enjoyed the fact that we had air-conditioning, a fully functioning bathroom and cold drinks. That to me was the best part of the fireworks. Needless to say we are thrilled with our views and that the building that is being built which would possibly block our view stopped off at 32 floors. Win Win for us.
All the FDNY Fireboats were out in full force before the show.
They kept the boat traffic North of the Manhattan Bridge
Wonder what color the Empire State that night – Red, White, Blue of course
I suck at Firework pictures
Like I said, I suck at taking these pictures.
A good time was had on a Wednesday night even though we had to go back to work on Thursday.
I am kidding, now that we are one full week and two weekends into the Hipster Vibe and it isn’t that bad. I realize that I am way behind as I have trips to Memphis, Philly and this silly move as well as other things to report on this worthless dribble of a blog. I plan to report on all those doings this like old people drive; all over the fucking place! Don’t be surprised if you see multiple entries on the same day and some back dated posts. It isn’t like my advertisers are going to be pulling those million dollar ad deals.
First of all and let me be perfectly clear, if you have anyone who tells you that you that moving isn’t all that bad or they actually enjoy it you need to unfriend their ass right then and there. You don’t need to be friends with someone who is clearly out of their fucking mind. Now that we are in the new space and have made numerous trips to the trash compactor and the Goodwill donations center we get it. Moving into a studio apartment in New York is best done like you are coming into the world – Naked and screaming!
Rule # 1 of moving into a studio – Less Furniture is best!
Rule # 2 of moving into a studio – Purge, Purge, Purge and Purge to the point of a possible divorce. Who knew that my wife had a fetish for colored pencils and pens. The other side of the coin do I really need 6 pair of black lace up dress shoes?
Rule # 3 of moving into a studio – Having an extra C-Note in your pocket works wonders when things can go sideways. Welcome to the New York shakedown baby! So we may have had 7 more boxes and a shoe cabinet that wasn’t originally quoted (mistake on my part) rather than making a big deal about it giving someone an extra Ben Franklin makes the issues go away.
Rule #4 of moving into a studio – Purge, Purge, Purge and Purge to the point that your spouse is asking for divorce lawyer representation from friends. *Hint – you think that either one of us wants to go through this shit again, its cheaper to stay together*
Rule #5 of moving into a studio – Having friends who can help provide moral support helps. NO I didn’t say help you move, you are a fucking adult and not in college anymore. Pay someone to move your stuff. On that note a HUGE SHOUT OUT to Maria, Mr. 3 First Names and Lady Barrister. I also would like to thank the Brewmaster of Budweiser Light and Tito’s Vodka for their help in dulling the pain too.
Rule #6 of moving into a studio – In the heat of the moment try to take a moment of pause and think “Before we throw this out, can it really fit?” Right now we have all of our art still in the boxes and crates and it is creating a disturbance in our chi. We were able to move some stuff around this weekend and now are glad we didn’t do some serious purging.
Rule #7 of moving into a studio – It may hurt your pocketbook or liver but get out of the house on a daily basis. Currently we are supposed to have Internet and TV hooked up this Wednesday between 10 and 12 and working on a mobile hotspot sucks. We found that getting out of the apartment on a nightly basis helps from losing your mind. Downside to that is that we now know every bartender in a 5 block radius and boy are they going to be pissed when they find out that we don’t normally go out on a Monday – Thursday night.
Rule #8 of moving into a studio – Purge, Purge, Purge, Purge – did I mention that enough? Seriously we looked like we could have been on Hoarders.
So here is our space. We learned that having an “open kitchen” can actually hurt you when needing space but we think we can make it work.
White dog (who is blind) is not happy at all! Red Dog has been very needy and is scared to death that we are going to leave her ass somewhere.
After a week of sleeping on the ground with the mattress on the floor we got a new bed. Thankfully we don’t need a stepladder to get into this one like the old bed in the UES.
Maya is happy now that she can go from floor to couch to bed without needing help.
Like I said, we did some “recon” on the local drinking establishments this past week.