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Two Years living at 40.7672° N, 73.9560° W – We are now home.

I will get to the title of this entry in a minute. But for those of you naysayers who said “That short fucker won’t last a month up there with them Yankees” pay up bitches! First of all apologies to my now 10 readers (that’s right we have 10 readers now) for not posting anything yesterday, I have had a week from hell. It was 2 years ago today that we pulled up to 1330 First Avenue (that’s the Lat & Long in the title) in a rented U-Haul Truck and unloaded all of our stuff into a 535 square foot apartment in the Upper East Side. At the time I didn’t have no job, no idea of what we were in for, and I just moved 1600 miles away from a helluva network that I had built for 45 years.

I have spoken ad nauseum about “pulling off the Band-Aid” or how going out on a limb has been such an unbelievable experience for Mrs. Trumpet and I. Even last night as we were having drinks at our local establishment we talked how after Mrs. Trumpet kicked cancer’s ass that it woke the both of us up. Aside from moving up here, both of us now have jobs with companies that we actually enjoy working for. Both of us are working harder than we ever have and it doesn’t really bother us. This time next spring she will have finished up her MBA at NYU as she took 21 credits this past year. I mean, I bitched when I had to take 12 hours at the University but Superwoman knocked that shit out of the park.

LOOK DOWN HERE I AM FINALLY GETTING TO MY POINT – Sorry I have a bad case of having diarrhea of the mouth and like to get on my soapbox. So a couple of weeks back as I was enjoying my Murray’s Bagel (Not Toasted, mind you) I was reading Rebecca’s POST about being back in the US but how Belize was now actually home. This started to make me think; I have pretty much all of my possessions in a room that is no bigger than your standard garage and I am very content with that notion. Don’t get me wrong, I do miss that I am not there to watch my nieces and nephews grow up. I do miss listening to RJ bitch because he has 2 girls in diapers (I am kidding Mal-O-Rie) and his beer drinking is taking a hit due to it. I miss seeing my friends and family but as much as you may not like to hear this; home is now in New York.

With my job there is always discussions about “So what is your next step?” If you have been hiding under a rock you realize that I don’t actually sell tour bus tickets to the tourists in Times Square but actually the place I work for has it’s Headquarters in Memphis. I hear this a lot “So do you want to move back to Memphis?” and my normal answer is “I haven’t even figured out this job yet, why do I want to move already?” But the truth is that who really knows what will happen. I learned a very long time ago not to burn any bridges because one day you may need to use that bridge again. You will never ever see me bash Memphis like the spoiled little shit millennial blog writer did who moved to the west Coast. Sure Memphis has some issues but that is what makes it such a unique place to live. I get asked all the time up here where I am from. When I tell them they normally give me the “We have been to Nashville, is that the same?” You try not to publically laugh at them but I normally I say no but ask them if they were there for a bachelor/bachelorette party. Next steps for Mrs. Trumpet and I? Who knows, we are enjoying living on this rock right now.

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I am glad that day was over. Trust me, driving 1600 miles in a U-Haul that is govern’d down to 70 miles per hour will make one a tad crazy.

IMG_1403Hey Scoop – Don’t hate the player, hate the Game! I am glad to read that you are doing well up north of the bridge. We will be in Mexico around the middle of December for a couple of days.

IMG_1399Hey Fucker – Where are those Trolleys that I used to bark at?

IMG_1401Jo – “You do know that we carry 30 beers on tap and have a substantial list of New York Microbrews don’t you?”
Me – “There are starving kids in china too but I am not sending my half eaten sandwich over there. Give me a Bud Light Please.”

lady-liberty-facing-theThat view doesn’t suck you know

I see that I have gone well over my 400 words and we have to get ready for a 4 year olds birthday party in the Bronx so I will close with a corny saying that I have seen people post.

“Memphis will always be in my heart but New York City is Home.”

Thanks for reading this worthless dribble now for 2 years. Next year we really tear the roof of this sucker!

Want to freak out a New Yorker in the Elevator or on the Street?

Being a former Memphian here in the Big Apple I have been told by some of my New York friends that I stick out. Now I try daily to blend in. My suits are dark, my long ties (no bowties up here) are conservative and my attire on the weekends normally is dark w/o much fanfare. I leave the apartment each morning, give instructions to the kitchen staff on what we would like for dinner and make my way to the elevator. I get on the elevator and normally it is already occupied with either people heading to work or Nannies with kids in tow and here is where ‘Memphis’ comes out. “Good Morning, how is everyone doing?” The look that I get from them is like I have just farted loudly and the night prior I drank gallons of cheap draught beer. It is silent as a Trump Supporter at an immigration hearing in that elevator.

I can see it in their face, they don’t know how to respond. They saw my lips move but didn’t hear the words come out of my mouth. Finally the ice is broken when a 2 year old who is being shielded by their nanny says “I am going to the park to play. What are you doing today?” Needless to say the next 9 floors are ridden in silence and everyone files out of the elevator like the Mustard Gas is about to overtake them. I get into the lobby and thankfully Richard, Paul, Bobby or Bradley, the buildings doormen, are there and will exchange small talk with me. Normally the topic of discussion is the weather since it has been cold as balls up here as of late. I make my way to First Avenue and head to the subway.

My buddy Aziz who runs the newsstand on E71st and First is my go-to guy for a quick hello and a fist bump. I have to admit, I actually am kind of disappointed with Aziz. We have been up here for a year and 7 months and he still has yet to get the Memphis Flyer or the Northwest Arkansas Times for me. Down E71st I head to 2nd Avenue past my dry cleaner/alteration lady to the Subway shop. God bless Ms. Wen because her English is worse than her Spanish and when her delivery guy isn’t there it can take 30 minutes for me to drop off my shirts to her. Normally her delivery guy knows how to spell my last name, knows that I take heavy starch and will pay cash upfront to get the discount.

Here is what slays me. On my trip from the apartment to the dry cleaner I may have traveled a full block. What strikes me as funny is that I am normally the only fucker making an effort to speak to people. It is like 75% of the people in the damn building are mute or are afraid that I may pull a gun on them. My boy Aziz is the friendliest person in the world and his smile is beaming inside that little ass newsstand. Ms. Wen works her ass off but she will always make a point to say “heyrow” and always thanks me for being her customer.

What is ironic to me is that in the first 6 months of us living here I get on the elevator one morning with the dogs to take them out for their morning pee. There is a gentlemen in a suit and he immediately strikes up a conversation with me. We talk about the dogs and he is quick to address the pink elephant in the elevator….my accent. I explain to him that Momma is the reason that we live in the building. You see to live here you have to work at the joint on York and E70th streets. Because I am the only one who knows how to program the DVR she lets me live here with her. We make our way to the lobby and I notice that Robert who was behind the desk was quickly moving to the front door where Paul was already manning the door. They open both of the doors for my new elevator buddy and I and we make our way onto First Avenue. I head left to E71st while my buddy heads to get into a waiting black car. Yep you guessed it…..the CEO of the hospital lives in our building and he was chatting it up with me. I bet not one person speaks to him in the elevator on a daily basis and he is the signature on their checks.

IMG_8871You got my Northwest Arkansas Times Aziz? Damnit Man!

Coleman TowerThe front of our building. Here is Bobby manning the door.

Let this be a lesson to you. Treat the Janitor just like you would treat the CEO because you never know who you are riding in the elevator with.

 

50 Trips up 5th Avenue

Congrats to Tommy McTigue. This was his 50th YEAR up the Avenue!! #FDNYpipebandlegend


Here is Tommy pictured with the Asian Fireman following his 50th trip. Tommy is also a retired Marine and after listening to some of his stories from Mr. 3 First Names last night he is a true legend. Thanks to JAM Foodie for being my date yesterday while Mrs. Trumpet was at work. It was great to see everyone. I hope everyone had a safe and fun St. Patrick’s day. 

Pictures of the Week – Prior to St. Patrick’s Day Shenanigans

Did you know that New York has a couple of people from Ireland living here? We may have found one Irish Bar up here…..TRANSLATION – You can’t swing a dead cat w/o hitting someone from Ireland or an Irish Bar.

IMG_0489Great to spend a couple of minutes with the good Doctor who was in town for a birthday party. Yep my secret hiding place is out.

IMG_0483We are on this crazy lifestyle change and have been craving Corned Beef and Hash. Sadly Corned Beef is a No-No but we subbed out Hot Dogs. It was great!

IMG_0480Yep AT is going to curse me, ate here at lunch and it was spot on for Tapas. I need to come back to this joint with Momma!

IMG_0484I notice that my pants are a little looser but I wonder how my cholesterol is doing?

IMG_0477Momma (Boss) – You want to go to the Game tonight?
Me – Meet you there!

IMG_0476Not a bad seat in this joker!

IMG_0475The iconic MSG scoreboard and the celling. I could fill a blog with all the concerts and shows that they have had here.

IMG_0486Supposed to get a $hitTon of snow this week. I can’t wait! Yes Mr. 3 first names – you are number one!

More pics of the week probably this weekend. Have a safe St. Patrick’s day folks!

Hell to the Yes! 10 years

The past couple of days we have had some big anniversary milestones for Mrs. Trumpet and myself. First on Sunday it marked a year and a half of living here on this rock called Manhattan. Now for the couple of you naysayers who secretly said “You will never make it” I do have some good news for you….I guess. On Monday as I was walking back from Madison Avenue to First Avenue I walked past one of those construction scaffoldings. I got a little too close to a bolt (that I might add should have been covered with a plastic tip) and ripped my suit pants and part of my Barbour hunting coat. The bad thing about this is that this incident occurred right next to a convent where some nuns were standing outside. Yep, I issued a Mudda Fecker in front of a couple nuns. Sorry about that Sister.  How about that, we have survived living up here for a year and a half. Who would have guessed it. It really has flown by.

Now today being that it is the Tuesday following the Super bowl it marks our 10 year anniversary of stopping smoking cigarettes and for Mrs. Trumpet dipping. Ok, I am kidding but 10 years is fucking impressive. So for all of those of you who are dealing with stopping smoking or a bad habit, keep it up. You can do it! We both chose to quit the Tuesday following the Super Bowl because we knew that February would be slow and we would hole up in our house to ride out the first month.

More later but who would have guessed that 10 years ago we would have been celebrating stopping smoking and dipping in New York City. Now if my favorite tailor down the street can fix my jacket and my pants…..

img_0257We also went to Bryant Park this weekend to check out the Winter Carnival

img_0259And they also had Curling. Who knew that Colgate had a Curling Team

img_0258Such a silly sport

img_0260It is like Shuffleboard or Bocce but for Northern People who live on frozen ponds

Keep it light on a Tuesday!

Not much into words this week

I have been busy with all kinds of stuff going on. Here are some pictures that I have had in my iFoam.

img_0175S/O to my favorite AZ Barrister and St. Jude Mad Scientist! I told them that I knew you but they didn’t let me inside to pee.

img_0177Momma has been craving Taco Bell late night. I found this one way way up in the Upper East Side/Harlem.

img_0180Note to those who dine at the fancy joints in the Time Warner Building on Columbus Circle. This joint has ice cold Bud Lights that are cheaper than the meal that you just spent on.

img_0190I never really paid much attention to this multi use building on 3rd and 71st street before. They have been doing a ton of remodeling to it. Looks pretty cool at night.

img_0191This is what happens when you have an OCD person who lives in 535 Square Feet. Now all of our book bags have a home.

img_0204They always say that you should never venture onto the tracks to get lost items. Some poor bastard lost his iFoam.

img_0205Marley Spoon’s Version of Cabbage Soup with Pork. This was good. I added enough hot sauce to it to make my head sweat and my butt burn the next day.

img_0202Why are you bringing down the suitcases? Who has us this weekend? Is it Caroline’s boyfriend? Tater Chip Chelle? Carla or Alyssa? Damnit Man!

I am going to be home this weekend so I will have some stuff to work on.

 

Pictures of the Week – It has been a wild one!

I know that I have been slacking lately but give me a break. Here are some snippets of the past week and weekend. We had the lady killer in town last weekend. Oh and he has a twitter account….but I won’t post it just yet. He better get me that Vince Carter Jersey that I want for Christmas. #justsaying

img_2553J-Bob – Why do I have to stand here?
Me – Shut Up Kid, Cousin AL may go to school here.
J-Bob – But I want to go visit NikeTown…..

fullsizerenderGo Visit the USS Intrepid on the West Side of Manhattan. And you get to see the Enterprise too!

img_2550Yo K-Man!!! (Seinfeld comment)

Side Note – It was mid 50’s that morning…..

img_2552Guess we must be getting near the Marathon. The mailbox locks are in place.

img_2558Early Morning Prior to the Marathon – First Ave

img_2555These dudes were flying by!

img_2568Made it to Hunts Point this week! Hunts Point < South Memphis

img_2565I had to laugh and cry at the same time. This was by 87th and Park near one of the high rises.just wjem

img_2573Just when New York State went Blue on Election night I get this text message from my father.

img_2584Smoked Pastrami and Sausage – I kind of like Long Island City! S/O to Meg C

fullsizerenderI can predict that it will be congested for the next 4 years around 5th & 56th

Have a good weekend. I promise to do better!

 

A Labor Day Public Service Announcement from CBT regarding Brewery Tours.

I will get the Public Service Announcement at the end. So yesterday we decided to take our show on the road and head to the Mean Streets of Williamsburg in Brooklyn. I know what you are thinking, no we didn’t go to the diner that “2 Broke Girls” worked. We headed over the 59th Street bridge and made our way to Brooklyn Brewery.

Brooklyn Brewery was started in 1988 by Steve Hindy who was an amateur brew master who learned how in Saudi Arabia. He came back and founded with his downstairs neighbor. Starting out he got a brewery to in upstate New York to make his beer and keep up with demand. Currently they have plans to relocate their main brewery from Utica, New York to a 200K square foot facility on Staten Island. Ok, enough words, I will get to the pictures.

IMG_2204Mash Tanks Where the Magic Happens

IMG_2203Shiny Pretty Tanks

IMG_2201Of course we have to have a guy wearing skinny jeans and a beard give us the tour in Williamsburg.

IMG_2199The Tour was pretty informative and we got to drink our beer while on it.

IMG_2200The Bottling Department

Oh and as far as the Pubic Service Announcement? Make sure that you schedule some down/quiet time the next morning after a Brewery Tour. Holy Headaches Batman!

 

 

Guest Blogger – Dead Elvis Week 2016 by Priscilla “The Georgian” Peach

So we are back from our Mexican vacation. I had planned during my absence to have a friend of mine blog about her recent trip to Memphis during Dead Elvis Week. But the internet in Mexico wasn’t that great….or was I juiced like a Ferrari the entire week……anyway it didn’t happen. We got back to New York this past weekend and since I screwed the Mexican iguana and didn’t get this posted last week I am going to give my friend, Priscilla “The Georgian” Peach, top Monday billing. Now before you 6 readers start busting my balls because P squared is much more attractive than I am and writes a helluva lot better than my drunken ramblings you are going to have to wait till she starts her own blog. I did enjoy seeing her pictures of Memphis and it is nice to know that there are still some 40 somethings out there who are Elvis Fans too!

Without further adieu I present Ms. Priscilla “The Georgian” Peach’s first blog entry, and please encourage her to rip off that Band-Aid and start blogging.
*Thanks Carol, I appreciate you writing about the trip and hope to see you on Elvis Presley Boulevard maybe next year.*

HERE IS Priscilla’s Blog Entry;

So I was asked to participate in a blog for “Dead Elvis Week”, I’m not sure CBT knew what he was asking when I returned.  Here is my back story on Elvis…

1973 Elvis performed in Atlanta, GA, I was 3, I was sent to my grandmothers, mad and crying while my parents went to the show.  Never forgave them, I already loved him then. cg 1August 16, 1979- I’m on the way to Memphis to see my future husband, I’m 7.  In a motel in Nashville, I learn that Elvis is dead.  So the parental units are really in a mess now.  We were there for a Southeastern Shrine Convention, 2,000 Shriners plus 20,000+ people for Elvis’s death, one can only imagine, and I remember it like it was yesterday.  Memphis is the hottest place on earth in August, now add 20,000 unexpected guests + 2,000 Shriners = Hot Mess/Dumpster Fire. (I got to do everything Elvis that I wanted, during this week)

How I was reconnected:

So I fell off the Elvis grid for a long time and was in the closet, I had my cd’s I listened to occasionally and always listened during Christmas, ALWAYS watched my Elvis movies whenever they were on.  I learned a friend was a fan, she said, “you have to come to Brunswick with us to Elvis Fest,cg2

They’re Elvis Tribute Artists” (ETA’S).  Sure, Ok? I’m in, I’m up for anything.  My first encounter with ETA’s, I was a little nervous, I thought I had walked into the Elvis Twilight Zone and I wasn’t sure what was about to happen.  It was a “meet and greet” the night before the Brunswick Elvis Fest, I had my eyes on everyone, some more than others.  What in hell is about to happen?  This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen, well, that’s questionable, but pretty weird.  I’m not sure I’m happy about this.  These guys are trying to be Elvis, they all resemble Elvis, this is not happening to me right now. We are jammed in a tiny lobby with a LOT of women packed on top of each other, Tina and I being the youngest by far. Tina says, “There is so in so, do you want your picture with him?” I said, “No, I’m good, I’m trying to quit.”  The next day was all Elvis ALL day in the theater.  Later, in the courtyard, I hear Elvis….I turn my head and I said, “Who is THAT?” Our ETA friend said, “Alex Mitchell, young guy, he’s good.”  I said, “Oh yeah, he is!”cg3

He sounds phenomenal and looks even better. I was hooked my reintroduction to the man I always loved…Elvis.

One reason we went to Memphis during Elvis week, Alex was in the finals for Semi Pro and won his division and our other favorites were in the Ultimate and Pro Division Contests.

We made some great friends on this trip, some OLD, some new, some I can’t mention, some that slipped away, some that were right there on stage in my face, I didn’t even know it. Saturday night Jeff Lewis and Friends after Party,cg4

These handsome guys are singing, I know Jeff Lewis, I didn’t know the other two or so I thought. Listening to Elvis XM Radio Sunday morning, I hear, “signing off, guest DJ Jon Waterhouse, had a great time at the Saturday night after party.”  I message a Jon that I know and said, “I have a crazy question? Are you on Elvis XM in Memphis?”… I sure am, Crazy Elvis fan, instant connection watched him on stage, didn’t even realize it was him.  I hadn’t seen Jon since High School so it had been a minute. We never connected in Memphis but we did through Elvis, that’s what matters.

I’ve been very fortunate to travel, see beautiful places, and have fun, but Elvis Week was one of the greatest experiences I’ve had in a long time.  I’m not sure why it took me 39 years to return.  It will not be my last.cg5

Reconnected with an old Memphisinian (HA) *She is referring me* and he suggested a great restaurant on our first night. *Some joint on Monroe btw Front and Main named Bardog. Anyone ever been there?*cg6

My running buddy…Tina Brock!!

cg7Graceland silliness, No makeup left after that tear fest

cg8I stood, walked, ran, talked, sat in the rain more than I can ever remember.  One time to get the car so an Elvis wouldn’t mess up his hair….Club Handy: Where Everybody knew our name.

cg10Club Handy Friends on Beale Street

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The Racquetball Room, Graceland, Elvis played piano here for the last time before getting ready to go on his next tour.  He went inside to Graceland where he passed away soon after at the age of 42.  Walking into this building was not a good moment for me.

Sun Studios and the backdoor where he would enter, I believe we saw the ghost of Elvis

Well Elvis is gone, Alex is too young for me, I’ll just have to keep loving the ETA’s, and appreciating their love of the King.

Thanks Priscilla for the entry. By the way, since the “Fellow Bloggers You Should Also Read” didn’t get off the ground if you want to be a “Guest Blogger” let me know.