NYC is so Fecking Cool

The things you see running the marathon

Like I said earlier this week if you have never witnessed a Marathon it is a special time. The New York Marathon is a huge and as Katherine Switzer said; “If you are losing faith in human nature, go out and watch a marathon.” She hit the nail on the head with that comment.  Below are some funnier costumes we saw this past Sunday.

IMG_2111The Blues Brothers braving the rain on 1st Avenue

IMG_2110Wizard of Oz runners. S/O to the St. Jude Hero in the back of the picture

IMG_2109Dude don’t fucking Marathon and Text! That is Rule 2 behind ‘get nipple guards’

IMG_2101Um ok, I get it Mario

IMG_2100Yo Luigi, you better get your ass in gear, you be running second

IMG_2112She.Is.Wearing.Flip.Flops.For.A.Marathon. Yes saw that too!

IMG_2098I can’t really give them grief because if I ran this far I would be wearing a Tu-Tu also

IMG_2097In the middle of the 2 yellow shirt runners is a blind person. How cool is that!

IMG_2088Viva France!

IMG_2081Ok, I will bite, I guess that the other superheroes took the day off

IMG_2079Didn’t know it was a formal affair!

IMG_2078Running Aztec or is he a Mayan.

IMG_2072Don’t mess with his Tu-Tu

IMG_2080He must have lost a bet

andi and joNow the 50K runners who finished the marathon got a medal but these two were the real MVPs of the Marathon. They kept us in ‘bottled water’ after the Quitter Bus went by. Love me some J & A!

Have a good evening, it is supposed to be cold tomorrow!

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“Hey Memphis, you call XXXX at Patrizia’s on Broadway and you tell them Ritchie from Brooklyn sent you!”

So two Sunday Fundays ago we ventured over to Hell’s Kitchen and revisited Rudy’s Bar. While the Giants were going to lose on a last minute field goal to a Memphis kid we made friends with a guy from Brooklyn. “Ritchie” *not his real name* figured out that even though I looked Irish, spoke like I was from Texas but really was Italian turned into my best friend. We watched the Giant’s dreams get crushed and go 0-3 *S/O to Gurleygurl who may have a gun to her head b/c the boys in blue are now 0-4* Ritchie pretty much explained to me the better Eye-Talian joints here in New York. He recommended a joint in Williamsburg named Patrizia’s.

The comment that made me take his name and number down was epic; “Hey Memphis, you like Family Style service with pitchers of beer and bottles of wine? Then you need to go to Patrizia’s and forgettaboutit!”  I made a mental note that this place had to be on my short list and we needed to visit it. Editors Note – I realize that I will not be able to give this place proper justice because how can you describe an Italian Sing-a-long joint with food so good that you can’t get anywhere in Memphis? Well, I ripped the Band-Aid off. So here is where I am going to piss off some serious Foodies in Memphis.

Please tell me where you can get a 10 course top notch meal with free refills of wine, beer, sangria, coffee service with Sambuca and costs $60 bucks per person. Shall I type that again for you? 10 fucking courses, endless bottles of Red, unlimited bottles of White, Pitchers of Sangria, Peroni Beer and it only costs you Sixty Bucks Per FUCKING PERSON! Yeah I am going to have some people give me hate-mail for this one. Guido, feel free to come up and stay with us. Trust me, It is THAT good!

I do realize that there maybe some old Memphis Giovanni’s alum readers out there so get a load of this menu from their pre-fixe menu;

  • Burrata with tomatoes
  • Eggplant Parmigiana
  • Margherita Pizza
  • Fried Calamari
  • Baked Clams, Mussels and Grilled Baby Octopus
  • Lobster
  • Fried Squid with Shrimp
  • Homemade Pasta
  • Lamb Chops or Chicken Scarpariello
  • Assortment of Italian Desserts

Did I mention that we drank bottles of wine, pitchers of beer and it was perfect Italian Restaurant sing-a-long joint too?

IMG_1769We sent this picture over to Travel Queen/3 Day Traveler the day we walked in!

IMG_1770That;’s not Ritchie but doesn’t this guy look like Percy who used to live in Memphis?

IMG_1793Let’s start with some drinks shall we?

IMG_1797I did had pictures of previous courses but for some reason I was too drunk to find them can’t find them. So here is my Entrée course of chops and pasta purses.

IMG_1795This place screams Family Style!

IMG_1796Its your Birthday! Its your Birthday!

1463320772220So Lady Barrister is going to bust me out because she realizes this is a stock photo I am posting. Yes I did steal a pic because we had too much fun the night of for me to take a pic.

IMG_1804Yeah, we paid 120 bucks for 2 people and we had a fridge full of food. It was comical when we were trying to settle up the bags with Lady Barrister.

So who wants to come up here and hang out at an Eye-Talian Chuck E Cheese Joint?

 

 

The Boushy Wine Tasting Email

It is no secret that while I am out there beating the streets selling my bus tickets to the tourists Mrs. Trumpet sits in her Ivory tower eating bon-bons and surfing the internet. Earlier this week I get an email that she forwarded to me regarding a deal on a wine tasting in Chelsea near the High Line. I looked at the email and went on with my day. Later that evening she asks me if I saw the email and what did I think. If you know anything about me there are 3 questions that is always a hard “yes”;

  • Do you want to make a trip to the beach?
  • Would you like cheese on that?
  • Do you want a beer/something with alcohol in it?

Needless to say Mrs. Trumpet reserved us a spot along with Z squared and Lady Barrister since Mr. 3 First Names was away on business. Lady Barrister and I met up for a drink since we were both in the same part of town and made our way to the address on 10th Avenue. We get to the building and make our way to the 2nd floor. The venue that we were having this wine tasting you ask? It is the Mother Fucking Moet Hennessey Corporate Offices! Hey LVD, Neighbor, and Katie (Not Mac the Katie who loses all of her shit when she visits NYC) you may want to get a tissue and clean the drool off of your iFoam or computer during the picture section of this worthless dribble.

The event was a blind tasting that is a fundraiser for Wheeling Forward  which helps people with disabilities here in New York. We made our way through the tasting trying to select the grape, region, year and country TRANSLATION – We didn’t have a friggin clue so we circled a bunch of stuff and swilled wine. Later that evening we made our way for burgers and finished up at Old Town Tavern since it was rather warm and humid in the city that night.

IMG_1681No this isn’t what we drank, this is a picture of one of my work counterparts who thought it was ok to order an un-masculine ass pink drink. Yes I busted chops and he drank it with pinky out too! *what JR – you think I wasn’t going to comment on that?*

IMG_1683I mean they have a fucking Champagne Vending Machine….Enough Said! *LVD, Neighbor and Katie – I have the address saved in my iFoam on your next visit*

IMG_1684All the displays of current bottle launches

IMG_1685Progression of the Moet Vintages

IMG_1682This was harder than you think.

IMG_1689You have to Pick the Grape, Country of Origin, Region or State and Year

IMG_1690Towards the end of the tasting it was “I think it is a red wine!”

IMG_1691Then naturally we had to finish the night drinking copious amounts of Bud Light.

Not a bad way to start off the weekend if you ask me!

 

 

Pics of The Week

Sorry I have been slacking as of late. This job thing is really getting in the way of my blogging. Oh wait, this sucker doesn’t pay for shit so you may see about 2 posts a week. Anyway here are some good pics from the past couple of weeks.

IMG_1672Always good to see Murph in the Big Apple. Murph and I both worked for a small University back in the day. That means that we didn’t make much money when we worked there but when we die we automatically get a  “get into heaven free” no questions asked pass. Well…..Murph will get in, I may have to do some ‘penance’

IMG_1607Couple pic of us from the Pipes and Drums Prom

IMG_1676Here I go taking up for Bodegas and one bends me over for a 6 pack

IMG_1661Went to Trader Joe’s for Vino

IMG_1588Pic on the left is Momma on her first day of School. On the right is our child on his first day of the 5th grade. Me and the dogs are pretty proud!

I have some extra pics and will try to post at lunchtime today! Have a good weekend!

 

 

 

FDNY Emerald Society Pipes and Drums Prom

Unless you have been living under a rock you would know that we know a couple “guys” in the band. We have been known to run into them at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel for events and even on the banks of the Mississippi River. A couple of weeks back when we went to Boulud Sud with the Murphranks afterwards we went for drinks. During our discussion on the lack of Irish Bars in Manhattan (inside joke) we we decided to book a couple seats at the forenamed title’s prom.

The event was in Flushing Queens which if you didn’t know is also where the US Open Tennis tournament was being held. Drinks and light apps were held in one room while we were treated to a very nice 3 course meal with wine service. Oh and naturally there was open bar service that could sedate a small village. Thanks to Mr. 3 First Names and Lady Barrister for the invite. We had a blast hanging at the table and felt like a Mac Truck hit us on Saturday too!

IMG_1597Very Nice Invitation as compared to an evite or group text

IMG_1613You got to have the boys play the pipes and beat on the drums

IMG_1603Meanwhile Rafa was kicking the absolute shit out of DelPotro on the Arthur Ashe Court

IMG_1604The iconic World Fair Display from back in the day.

IMG_1643Not sure what is going on here but I had no idea that Skippy was so ‘folically challenged’

IMG_1647My wife Forever the Band Geek!

 

IMG_1640Liam and the boys/executive committee

IMG_1638The founding members of the FDNY Emerald Society

IMG_1654Like I said, it was a good night as we found this on the nightstand Saturday Morning!

It was good to see everybody and have everyone dressed up too!

 

 

Rockaway – The Beach within Reach

My non Memphian readers are probably scratching their heads wondering what that means. I was referring to the old Maywood Beach that is now a residential community. So last week we went to Long Island and hung out at Jones Beach with friends. This weekend, after we made a purchase from Tommy Bahama, we decided we would keep it local and head to Rockaway Beach. Our trusted mixologist who is a beach bum at heart was touting up Rockaway Beach at the beginning of the summer. After a couple quick “where should we go…aka drink” messages we took our show on the road and headed on the A Train. Door to door it takes roughly an hour and a half to get to Far Rockaways and there is nothing better than toting your beach chairs and cooler on the Subway because you know people deep down are jealous.

I confirmed with Time Out and we decided to head to the Beach 67th Street stop. We arrived and the beach was pretty much empty. At first we were wondering if we were in the right spot. I mean we had the pick of the beach as the only people on the beach were surfers or surfer families. It was after a couple of hours that we realized why this beach was almost abandoned. The beach were on was a “Surfers Only” beach. Meaning that you are not allowed to go swimming. You recall last week when I spoke about the water temperature? Trust me, unless it absolutely necessary (aka I have to go pee) I am not getting in that water anytime soon. Pretty much you waited until the ‘life guard’ who would ride by on his ATV was gone to go stand waist deep in the water. We liked that beach and plan on going back.

Bikini’s R Forever suggested that we head to Connolly’s for after Beach frozen drinks. There is nothing better than having frozen Pina Coladas in an Irish Bar (what are the odds) in bathing suits and smelling of suntan lotion. Oh and the Pina Coladas that they serve? You want to make sure you ask for “a sinker” which is just a dollar extra. After ‘running out of money’ (Connolly’s is cash only) we decided to try the NY Ferry and unfortunately it was a bust. The line was too long and we were risking not making the ferry before they stopped the shuttle. We ended up taking an Uber which will sting the pocketbook but it was getting dark and the Monkey heads were waiting.

All in all we loved the Rockaways and Far Rockaways. Great little beach town and if we didn’t have this place here in the city we would actually think of moving out there. Sure it is cold as balls on the water but for 100 days it would be killer. Thanks Andi for the suggestions and we got the first round at Connolly’s next weekend.

image1Got to love that Q Train!

IMG_1504This was the view when we arrived at 11AM on Saturday. Nobody was here!

IMG_1507Interesting choice of Beach Umbrella

IMG_1508Waiting on the Life Guard to leave so they can go Pee swimming

IMG_1509Overlooking the Beach from the 67th street Boardwalk

IMG_1510Don’t let the Cherry Fool you – These are deadly!

IMG_1535After we decided the Ferry was not a viable option we had a drink at bar near the Bay

IMG_1506I mean who doesn’t love a good Surfing Beach.

Two weekends in a row and 2 beach trips. Notice a pattern here?

Drinks on the Water – Sunday Funday Pictures

Two Sundays back the Murphranks, the Work Wife, EA, Mrs. Trumpet and I decided to take advantage of a nice day and went down to Pier A in Battery Park. The weather was classic and here are some pics from our trip.

IMG_1434Found this Gem at Stone and Broad down in the Financial District.

IMG_1437Shout out to my favorite Coors Light Drinker!

IMG_1439Here is when Mr. 3 First Names started spewing hate – I reminded him that Staten Island had it’s own Ferry.

IMG_1436The Statue of Liberty

IMG_1440The Sunset was spectacular that Sunday

IMG_1441It doesn’t Suck down here

IMG_1442The Statue at Sunset

IMG_1443Ellis Island at sunset

How was your Sunday Funday?

 

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!

Pictures of the Week! And its Restaurant Week Too!

Hope everyone in Memphis is trying to stay cool. I am not going to lie, it felt pretty nice this week not sweating into my socks after our rainstorm earlier in the week. The Kid in the puffy coat still takes the cake, bless his heart. We are starting New York’s summer restaurant week that runs till August 18. In other words this is my Graceland or otherwise its like a fat kid eating cake!

daniel-profile-860x574Oh Grainbin Girl is going to be pissed now. Yep we are going to be dining with this man at not one but 2 of his joints for restaurant week.

IMG_1372I think it was best when Rebecca said that this person must be from Belize. It was 70 degrees out folks.

IMG_1365Shout out to Sandy and Rick our former Rowing Coaches – That is big balls rowing right there folks. That isn’t some little lake, it is the Hudson River! #Power #thatswhatshesaid

IMG_1363Need to make it over there one time. I hear it is nice

IMG_1366Now that folks is a Bar!

IMG_1360Went on a boat ride last Sunday. Nice shot of the Brooklyn Bridge and Lower Manhattan in the background.

IMG_1364Some Bitch in the Harbor! And S/O to Boris my new barber! My hair game was on point this past Sunday!

IMG_1368Well we do have the Bakers Dozen shows of Phish at MSG going on now.

IMG_1362Freedom Tower on an overcast day

I will let you know how Dinner was! #donthatetheplayerhatethegame

 

You mean Pink Flamingo’s signal what?

I admit it openly, I am pretty naïve when it comes to a lot of stuff. Moving up here we have seen things that you quickly learn goes unfazed to a lot of New Yorkers. Case in point the cross dressing jogger of First Avenue. At first, it raised an eyebrow when Mrs. Trumpet and I were heading to our local drinking establishment. Now we worry if we don’t see her jogging in their slinky black dress and running shoes each day. You think that I am bullshitting you? Google First Avenue Cross Dressing Jogger! But don’t do it on your work computer. We need you still employed on Thursday.

A couple of weeks back some of our friends were vacationing in the Redneck Riviera well before our arrival. They posted a picture of some pink flamingos that they put into the sand to mark their beach chairs. Naturally since we had a large group heading with us, I visited Amazon and purchased a set (alcohol may or may not have been involved) for our trip. I posted the picture on Instagram and sent a pic on the group thread that a couple of us were on. Then it happened;

“All Signs Point to Yes” shot me a text on the group thread that his daughter informed them that a pink flamingo was the tale tail sign of swingers and we should watch out. Naturally I called crap and decided to GTS that to confirm. I mean Google is the official Non Fake News outlook of 47 year old men who have been married for 20 years. Sure enough there it was in black and white on my iFoam. “You may be a swinger if you have Flamingos in your front yard, white rocks around your mailbox, a black band on your right hand and some other things.” I passed it off and we kept on putting up the lawn art each morning so that our niece and nephews could find our beach chairs and we didn’t have any incidents. Sorry to disappoint our readers but we didn’t get propositioned but we did get some strange looks. You ever seen a beached whale under a beach umbrella chain smoking cigars? You get my drift.

IMG_1309I mean does this look like the face of a Swinger? Hell I just got enough money to afford those extra chins.

IMG_1277Can’t believe that someone put a Bud Light by our beach chair. The nerve of people!

IMG_1293Day 2 and from my vantage point under the umbrella all was good.

flamingoI promise that a bead of sweat rolled down my face when I started typing in “Are Flamingo’s the sign of a swinger?”

gnomeBut you know what also showed up as the sign of a swinger? Garden Gnomes! Be careful you swingers in Memphis. Exposure to RJ may result in pregnancy. AS – now feel free to judge me!

Keep it light folks and I hope you enjoyed the laugh!