Last Monday was the big game, like I said before we watched at Mike’s, then went to Legion for a few celebratory beers amongst those who care not for sports.

Me: “Hey! You follow basketball?” (points at KU shirt)
Bartender (with bleached blonde hair, piercings, and other rockabilly traits): shrugs.

Tuesday I had a craving for a burger, thanks to the beers from the night before. So we ate dinner at this place on Ave C. Had a couple beers.

Wednesday I cooked food and watched DVDs.

Thursday was Big Game Stag Night at Jeff’s. 7 guys playing poker with only one guy really knowing the rules. I made cheat sheets. We played cards, drank beers, and waited nearly 3 hours for pizza to be delivered. Jeff won. This concept of “the pot” is interesting to me. Incrementally it grows throughout the night and someone walks away with all of it. If we broke it back down it would be basically valueless. Anyhow, I enjoyed myself. On the way home I popped into a nearby bar I’d been meaning to check out. Interesting mix of people in there, bad music though.

Saturday I toodled around. Bought a big piece of paper and some colorful inks. Scrambled and rushed to Grand Central to meet the gang and catch the 5:25 train to Beacon. We checked out Dan and Aug’s art, strolled Main St., drank booze, ate bad nachos and headed back. I almost accidently went back to Brooklyn before I realized that I needed go out all night in the city.

Was super lazy on Sunday and meant to go see a movie, but ended up Indian food.

This Monday I met the fellas for some beers. I just knew that after being holed up all day in my apt, I’d end up staying out later that I should for a school night. I did.

Film
I’m Alan Partridge, Season 1 (British TV Series, at times makes Larry David seem sane, unfortunate laugh track)

Ratatouille (fun)

In the Valley of Elah (Iraq movie)

Knife in the Water (Crisp, B&W, Polish)

Cleo from 5 to 7 (fell asleep)

Joe Dirt (watched on tv just for the part where names off fireworks)