Living the dream...

speedracr @ 2008-03-07T11:04:00

2008-03-07T16:06:05Z

Not that anyone still reads this, but I figured I'd give put it out there...

There is soon to be a second Skydiving with Granny" trip planned, probably early-to-mid april, at the same location: www.skydivetheranch.com

Anyone interested just let me know and I'll keep ya'll posted on the exact date(s) for the jump :)

I still read, so don't get rid of me ;)

speedracr @ 2007-12-03T19:01:00

2007-12-04T00:03:38Z

Sometimes, after spending a little time flipping through my usual internet haunts I sit back and realize that it's altogether too big for me to even use well anymore.

Does anyone else get that, or am I alone?

speedracr @ 2007-09-29T21:17:00

2007-09-30T01:23:17Z

Just a few quick details:

Went skydivin' with my grandma last sunday, went amazingly well. Should have a youtube and a buncha pics to upload when i finish some video editing.

Currently obsessed with "Chris Brown ft. T-Pain" - Kiss Kiss, hip-hop dancing (I can now do Crank Dat Soulja Boy, Crank Dat Spiderman, Walk It Out, and some basic Krumpin'), and Shepard Fairy:

I've been ebaying some of the affordable ones, until I can get a nice copy of the "Rise Above" fist and cop.

I've been at a BBQ since 4, had a few beers before I left... was buzzin' when beer pong, flip cup and jello shots came into the picture. Soon, the bar.

Sayin'.

Still alive...

2007-09-05T19:48:25Z

Haven't been much inclined to write these days, but I thought I'd show you all this video:

And hopefully in another week or so, I'll have one of me and the neighbor girls doing that... Learned it last night, fun shit.

Life has been a lot of booze, pot and partying.

Life is fantastic.

:)

Skydiving with Grandma :D

2007-07-23T20:20:56Z

Ok, so the date has been set, but no reservations made.

Sept. 16th I will be heading up to Gardiner, NY to go Skydiving with my grandmother, several ohter folks and aaanyone else who wants to come.

It's $169 and $89 for a video and they charge $40 to your card if you don't show.

www.skydivetheranch.com

Food for thought...

2007-06-18T19:58:08Z

Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that.

You forget some things, don't you?

Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.

speedracr @ 2007-06-18T11:31:00

2007-06-18T16:17:07Z

Through the usual insanity that is my life, I managed to drive to and from Long Island Saturday Night/Sunday Morning and then drive back down to Purchase/Rye area for Father's day. Originally I'd intended to just catch that destination on my return trip from LI, but things changed and I ended up in the car for roughly 6.5 hours overall, constituting 4 trips.

This is only significant in the fact that all this time in the car alone, combined with the events of the weekend, led to a lot of a time to think. I have to say that my cousins are some of the most adorable kids, ever. As soon as I arrived to my uncle's yesterday, Kayla was coming out of the garage and proclaimed, "Austin is here!!!" and ran over to me as I exited the car. As I picked her up, asking for a hug and a kiss, she refused both. "Is Tiana coming too??", she asked excitedly. "No, she's in the Hamptons and can't make it back today. It's just me." I replied. "Oh, ok.", she said, as she gave me the hug and kiss she'd denied seconds before.

It was the usual Father's Day at Brett's place; everyone was catching up with one another, enjoying the food and family. My grandmother asked me right away if I was going to come skydiving with her, and I excitedly agreed. Apparently, since we mentioned her taking a ride on my motorcycle she'd been thinking that she wanting to do something exciting for her birthday. She's checking out a few places locally to do it, and already has a sizable group to go with her. I told her that if I enjoyed it enough I would be going every year for my birthday, at least. This lead to a long, and really great/interesting conversation where she explained how she had taken a few pilot's lessons and was regretting not finishing them years ago, especially for the cost.

I spent a good hour, while we ate, talking to my Aunt Colleen and some of my other cousins (David, Danielle and Chris) about Lacrosse and their involvement in school sports. We've all now realized that it's become the family sport, spanning 3 generations at this point and probably continuing on their end, as well as mine. It was fantastic, listening to them describe Coach Malet as "Biggie Smalls, because he has one big leg and one small one." I promised that I would start coming to games in the coming times, even practices when I could. At one point, Kayla came over and was bopping me with a foam covered bat. I finally told her to stop, and when she wouldn't, I took the bat from her and wouldn't return it. When I felt it'd been long enough, and she asked for it again, I made sure she wouldn't hit me again and returned it.

I've decided, also, that I want to take all of my little cousins down to a Yankee game this summer. I'm going to ask my aunt to take her caravan down, or I may rent one, so that I can fit all the rugrats in there.

I said my goodbyes to everyone, letting the kids know I'd find a good Saturday game soon and we'd all go to that one, which they were happy enough about. On my way out, Kayla ran up and jumped into my arms. First she apologized, with the most adorable face, for hitting me with the bat. The conversation went something like this:

K: I'm really sorry for hitting you with the bat.
A: Well, do you understand why I was mad and took it away?
K: Yes, you told me to stop and I didn't.
A: Ok, so now you'll listen if I tell you something?
K: Yes, I'm sorry I didn't listen before, Austin.

Let me clarify that she is probably 5 or 6 at this point? I'm terrible with ages, but it was absolutely adorable.

THEN, she won't let go of me and she keeps giving me kisses on the cheek, over and over and over. After I said, "One more!" and went to put her down, she made me give her another hug and kiss before I could leave. I melted.

Anyway, the overall point of all of this is that it really put my life into perspective. I realized that the issue I was having in life is that I'm in a completely different place than my friends... the local ones at least. Basically, even the older friends of mine, are still working at jobs that they hate, and still not sure where things are going. Granted, I only know basics for them, because their plans are their own, but still. I have a career that I love, with a bright future ahead. I have plans that are slowly being put in motion, to get my condo/townhouse. Overall, it boils down to the fact that I've outgrown a lot of the things people do, and the attitudes they have about things. They have not, or if they have, they've also moved away to facilitate these ideas.

My priorities just need to be re-evaluated more often than I've been doing in the past. I have to remember what, and more importantly WHO, is important in my life. I also need to simply remove a few things and people from my life. Toxicity is unnecessary.

Possibly a real update? Mayhaps?

2007-05-14T15:00:17Z

What to say, what to say... So much has gone on, but at the same time, so little has happened. Confused? Exactly.

Hmm, well I'm still eating fairly healthy and trying to keep up with the gym. The food part is pretty easy, I've basically stuck to my usual, adding in a few cheats/treats here and there... I still let myself enjoy whatever I want when I go out to dinner, though I'm more conscious of what I choose nowadays. I'd be devoting more time to the gym if work wasn't so crazy lately, usually 3 days a week I'm working until 6-7pm, which is actually fine.

I've been fairly exhausted lately, what with work, pool league and some sort of social life. Tuesday and Sunday nights is when I shoot pool for two seperate teams. I don't mind my tuesday league, but it seems less laid back and more stressful than my sunday league. On that same note, last night was a home game (every team has a home bar) and I finally met another member of the team, Betsy. Betsy, while being quite fun and attractive, was totally blitzed when she arrived. What gave it away was one of those "too long" handshakes... You know the one, it starts off firm and normal and then lingers into excess and a limp hand. In the end, the other team forfeited and we won, but instead of being 11-12pm like usual, it was only 930... Marina, Rob, Betsy and myself ended up spending another hour and a half shooting pool and making as many sexual innuendos as possible. Absolutely fantastic. Marina has now earned the nickname "Handy", as in "Come in handy" and Betsy is either "Hammer" (something about hitting it hard and tight) or "OTG" as in Over the Table (the G is her last name). Regardless of the actual intents of the flirting, it was a good time and much more relaxed and enjoyable than my Tuesday league.

Moving right along... Work is going amazingly well, I'm a rising star for sure. I basically have my hands in every aspect of the business at this point, and I love it. I'm in line for a "considerable raise" this month, or around then, which is perfect. Looking like a new car in another 8 months or so, maybe longer if I can nurse the current one longer than that. Probably another year or two before I go for the condo gig, but that's not far off either. I've been thinking that a 3-bedroom, as long as it isn't a huge jump in price from a 2-bedroom, is the way to go. I figure I'll use one room for a spare bed and another for a pool room, we'll see.

Female wise, who the hell knows. I think I'm back to my old situation again, which I'm starting to realize isn't too bad as long as I pay more attention. I guess I just need to be blown away before I really bother having a girlfriend again... who the hell knows. In the meantime, I'll see what's out there ya know?

I don't even know if this was much of an update, I really need to get my facts together... I really need to tell a drunk story too, so maybe this weekend I'll have a good one... if not, this past weekend has 2 gems that might end up arriving on here.

Oh, and if you haven't seen new pics, checkout my myspace... They call me Jesus now, fantastic.

speedracr @ 2007-04-10T11:58:00

2007-04-10T15:59:49Z

Will someone please, please, PLEASE tell these Rutgers girls and all the useless black leaders (Sharpton, Jackson, etc...) to shut the fuck up. I've had enough of this assanine shit and I really don't need to hear anything more on it.

Amusing

2007-02-22T17:30:54Z

http://www.rav4jousting.co.uk/

and

http://www.ravsgottahurt.co.uk/

It's a delicate balance...

2007-02-12T17:09:28Z

For a while I blamed myself for everything that went on. I was set on thinking that my, generally reasonable, expectations were at fault when they weren't met. And while, on a basic level, this is true, I let myself forget the basic tenet that these are the kinds of expectations that everyone has of their friends and others. The shortcomings of others are not necessarily caused by anyone but themselves, and I had taken on the responsibility for no good reason.

In more recent times, I find it harder and harder to simply let things go like I used to. Maybe that's not the best explanation... I let them go, because there isn't much else to do... I do, however, notice that occasionally they pop back around, tapping me on the shoulder and reminding me they were right behind me all along. It reminds me of the old Seinfeld episode, The Serenity Now. If you're a fan of Seinfeld, you'll recall it, but if not, here's a quick synapse: George's father yells "Serenity now!" anytime he gets stressed, Jerry lets out his emotions by showing his current GF, Patty, that he can get angry and suddenly finds himself emotional over everything. They later find out that an old friend from the neighborhood (Lloyd Braun) ended up in a mental hospital when he tried the "Serenity now" tapes... "Serenity now, Insanity later." as he says. You can find the episode script here Anyway, that put me a bit off track... Point being, I've incorporated too much of all that into my life... I feel like I started with the whole serenity now thing, minus the actual saying, but at the same time, let myself care too much about things that are unnecessary.

I guess what it all boils down to, this whole self-discovery thing, is that I need to stop dealing in such absolutes. To quote a part of John Mayer's blog (yeah, never thought I'd see that sentence in here either) "Sometimes you have to experiment with an updated design for yourself before you realize the original design never stopped working for you." There are a lot of things that I'm glad I changed, but I also think there are a lot I don't need to keep at bay. I still don't see myself out as often as before, but I think it's time to "get back on the horse".

Man, I think I make my life more confusing by the day, but I guess it keeps things interesting :D

Oh, and I'm building a new computer... The old "patch job" is finally being replaced... should have the parts by end of the week or beginning of next.

Maybe this will all result in more posts, but don't count on it lol

speedracr @ 2007-02-05T11:14:00

2007-02-05T16:14:35Z

I'm sitting in my office, eating animal crackers (the real ones, that come in the little box with the animals in cages on it) and listening to WFAN Sports Radio 660, trying to hear through the congestion in my head.

Things have changed so much in the past 3 months or so, much more than I could ever have thought, actually. I've completely altered my lifestyle in just about every possible capacity. Gone are the countless nights a week out drinking, the fast food, the random women and even sweets. I spend most time at home or at the gym, going through the motions.

I got bored of what became the "weekend ritual" of Mahoney's or Noah's or any of the other random bars in the area. I got tired of the same people, in the same places, doing the same things. It had gotten to the point that I would go out and within a half-hour I would find myself thinking "I could be at home, relaxing, right now..." and then leaving shortly thereafter. This isn't to say that I don't go out on occasion, it's just not a weekly thing. I save my going out time for when my friends are home visiting for whatever reason, or perhaps a random trip to NYC. I guess I just wanted to move past that phase of things, because I don't see myself being that kinda person in years to come. I much prefer to relax at home, watch a movie, play a video game or 2, read a book... just about anything, actually.

I'm not really sure what brought about all the change, but I know that it's what I needed. I had my "time in the sun", I enjoyed every minute of it too. I'm now well aware of my limitations, or lack thereof, and maybe that's all I was looking for to begin with. So now, I've come to a point where I'm at peace with who I was, who I am and where I see myself in the coming years.

I've somewhat retreated from a good number of folks in my life, for different reasons. A lot of people I don't see because I don't go out anymore, and during the week I'm at the gym, so our lives just don't sync anymore. Others, I've just ceased putting the effort into, for various reasons. I guess I've lost my patience for some folks, and often for people in general... I still manage to see a few people on a pretty regular basis, and there are some that I haven't seen who I really need to see. I actually need to see Julia sometime this week, as it's been way too long. Hopefully once I feel better, she'll be around one night... Maybe after my Spin class.

Oh, and my hair is long again... much longer than I've ever had it... I don't think I've cut it in over 7 months or so... I promised Dizz that I'd get it cut/styled before her wedding this summer, so I'll have to do something at that point.

I can't manage to focus anymore, because I've got a pounding headache behind my left eye and in the back of my head... so I guess that's that.

hahahaha YES!

2007-01-22T03:18:36Z

Aaaaaaaaaaand the Pats go home!!!!!

Now that's what I'M talkin' bout :-D

I'm alive.

2007-01-04T17:17:22Z

Someone buy me this bike:

You can find the info here

That's all I want for the new year. End of story.

speedracr @ 2006-10-17T08:43:00

2006-10-17T12:46:53Z

So, Just Surrender has finished their new video for "I Can Barely Breathe", which you may recall I starred in...

Their final cut (so their Myspace Bulletin said), is located here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bKKiluN8CFQ

I'm the one in the brown "Bad Mutha F-Word" shirt ^_^

The Return? We shall see...

2006-09-28T14:49:22Z

Sitting at work, entering information into Quickbooks and listening to the Scrubs soundtrack and for some reason I get the urge to write in here. It's been a long time since I've had the urge to write anything in my public journal (what, did you honestly think this was my only outlet? Let's be serious here, people.).

At this, the outset of my entry, I have no specific words to put together... My thoughts are so jumbled and without form that I feel like I oculd stare outside for hours on end without anything becoming concete.

Things have changed quite a bit since the last time I was an active participant around here, and I'm still sifting through the changes as if they were the bargain bin, pulling out the things I want to keep, dropping the undesirables back into the cardboard box labeled "Clearance Sale". Leave it to me to spend my unused mental energy to be introspective.

As of late I've been putting things back on track, aiming for the destination I think will be my future. I've almost completed payments on any and all debt I've incurred; I'm slowly building up my savings again, with the intent of making investments in the coming years.

Actually, sitting here, I don't think I can get this out the way I want to at the moment.

Perhaps another time, LJ Land.

Catch ya later, LazyWeb.

speedracr @ 2006-07-25T10:07:00

2006-07-25T14:07:47Z

The link for The Distractions myspace page: http://www.myspace.com/thedistraction

Good shit, really proud of Will ^_^

speedracr @ 2006-07-23T10:47:00

2006-07-23T14:47:52Z

I know that I barely post on here, but I know some of you will appreciate this.

If you've never heard of a band called "The High Court" from Jersey (you shouldn't have, they're just a small town band), you NEED to go over to their myspace and hear their 3 songs: Their Myspace Page

They're very Pan!c at the Disco, but I actually prefer them.

Also, I'm not sure of their page locale, but The Distraction from Poughkeepsie are extreeeemely talented and have out 2 amazingly well produced cd's... Google :)

Peace.

speedracr @ 2006-06-14T14:39:00

2006-06-14T18:43:14Z

Still alive, don't fret.

Not much NEW is going on... lot's of stories, but I have no real desire to write out the details for ya'll... Ended up meeting Lucille Roberts son, chilled at his $30 million dollar upper westside property... looked like a museum.

Bought a bike 3 months ago and I've been riding non-stop ever since. The women love it... There's a waiting list lol

Love life could only be more active if women just walked into my room and took off their clothing.

Still out drinking all the time... I'm loved by my friends and I love'em back.

Work is only getting better, and to be honest, I'm proving myself 1000-fold.

Basically, life is amazing, I couldn't really be much happier and there isn't a shred of drama.

It's good to be me.

Great video haha

2006-06-05T14:32:13Z

http://eepybird.com/dcm1.html

Diet Coke and Mentos are apparently quite a fun combination ^_^

True that.

2006-06-01T16:43:10Z

Twentysomething guy: The quality of life here is so bad...I mean, if you enjoy drinking all night and having random sex, you'll like living in New York.

--5th Ave & 9th St

Stolen from the Overheard NYC RSS Feed: here.

I'm a terrible person ^_^

2006-04-10T17:01:54Z

If a tree falls in a forest, kills a deaf man and nobody is around to hear it, does it (or the deaf man) make a sound?

Yeah, yeah, yeah... I'm going to hell.

speedracr @ 2006-04-06T14:33:00

2006-04-06T18:33:25Z

On a side entry note type thing:

When I get a Bacon and Egg on a hardroll from our gas station (we have an account there for our trucks), it brings me waaaaaay back to going out on the weekends with my dad. I don't recall what we'd go do, but I do recall stopping at a specific deli to get BE on a HR with a small OJ. And frankly, this is the first place I've been that had them taste like this... and I love it :-p

The Chronic-WHAT-cles of Manhattan.

2006-04-04T16:03:29Z

The more trips I take to Manhattan, the more I’m aware that they need their own section… their own identity. On top of that, the usual Manhattan Crew love to pester me about the blog, telling me that “They better be able to read the blog about this!” and generally goading me into writing. While this is mostly for them, considering it won’t be as funny to everyone else, this is where it will go. I’ve decided that, at the moment, I’ll be going with the “working title” of “The Manhattan Chronicles” (I know, original, right?), but if ya’ll have any better input, let me know.

On that note, this first installment would be from last weekend. I didn’t quite have the time to get anything written about it, what with work starting to get hectic and having to get ready for this past weekend, so we’re a bit late. The only issue I see with that is the details on some of my notes are a bit fuzzy. (Yes, I took notes. In fact, I have Tiana and Shara confer and send me their notes to make sure I don’t miss much, if anything.)

As if right on schedule, the trip started out with Nick arriving at my apartment, precious minutes to spare before the trains departure. This in turn leads us to run, top speed, to the ticket machine and then the train, as the conductor urges us to quicken the pace. After settling down into our seats and having our tickets punched, we laugh it off and commence the new ‘ritual’.

Popping the earbuds in, we both switch on our respective MP3 players as I pass him his alcoholic concoction. I know I’ve stated it before, but Newman’s Own Limeaide is by and far the best mixer for vodka. Unfortunately, when the mixture is just about 50/50, it can only help so much. We decide to wait on drinking the slop, though Nick does manage to add water to his with the spare bottle he was carrying. As we exit the train, I decide that in the 6 avenue walk to my sisters’ apartment, we have to finish our bottled mind-erasing mixture.

Walking in the door, half shot as it is, Shara and James are hanging out in the living room/kitchen area, while Nick and I sit down to relax. “I’m not gonna lie, this tastes like pure gasoline” seems to be my favorite phrase, as I finish the last of the nastiness. At this point, Nick and I are already in the bag so we decide to head to VERO for some chow and more of the Devils Brew. We spend the next hour or so, sitting with one of the regulars who is apparently deeply in love with me. She’s an older woman, Sharon, who couldn’t be much sweeter, though she’s a bit… scary? Perhaps ‘worrisome’ is a more appropriate word. Anyway, we basically gorge ourselves on food… Bruscetta, Braised Mushrooms, Asparagus, etc… while doing a shot here and there. This is what somewhat killed the night for me, to be honest.

Nick had some friends in town, so we ended up making our way over to someone’s apartment to hang out before heading out on the town. Let me just add a side note here: You should all know by now that I am FAR from shy… The polar opposite in fact. So this entire thing was shocking to me. As we walk in, the first few girls introduce themselves (the ones at the door at least) and then we all move inside. I spend the next half an hour being essentially ignored by the rest of the group. Out of respect for Nick, I’m biting my tongue for the most part… I did end up calling this one girl a JAP… or rather, correcting her. She said something and I basically said, “Don’t you mean JAP?” and she flipped out and was like “JAP HAS A NEGATIVE CONNOTATION!” and I looked at her and said, “So did what you were saying, except yours just made less sense.” She seemed fairly offended, but that’s ok because I later found out they add Fat before her name to identify her. Let’s not forget that this girl told me I must be in AA because I didn’t want to have a drink… never mind the fact that I’d just eaten a small countries GDP worth of food, never mind that on any given night I could drink her fat ass under the table… And we won’t comment on her polka dot top. No, we won’t do it.

All the while, I’m back and forth with Adam about when and where we’re going to meet up. He keeps telling me he’s at this place and it’s sick, etc etc etc. We agree to meet at The Ginger Man (where Nick’s friends were headed) first and then eventually head over to Union Bar (I believe).

We walk into The Ginger Man, and it’s basically the most stuffy, upper-middleclass bar I have ever witnessed. While the current style is towards sports coats as a casual item, these guys are actually wearing them in the dressy style… Shirts tucked in, everyone flopped down on a coach discussing Chaucer and Chopin or perhaps their stance on the current political state of things. Regardless, I wanted to “Ya-mo burn this place to the ground.”

One of Nick’s friends asks me to take a picture of the group, and I happily oblige. As she goes to hand me the camera, she essentially throws it on the ground, unintentionally. We pick it up and I take the picture. I notice it’s a bit blurry so I tell them to get together again, thinking I was a bit off. After noticing the second picture was blurry I mentioned to her that she might have broken something when it fell to the ground. At this point, her little friend turns to her and in a semi-low voice says, “Don’t worry about him, he’s drunk, he just can’t take a picture.” At this point I’m still trying to bite my tongue on things, so I keep it semi-calm and respond, “Look, I’m quite sober and frankly I’m a photographer, so I think I know how to take a picture at a bar, thanks.” She basically told her friend the same thing about my being drunk and I walked away to chat with Adam. I felt much better when, 5 minutes later, I see her friend trying to forcibly shove the camera lens back into the camera, followed by a sickening crunching noise as the gears grind. I walked by and said, “Maybe I’m not so drunk after all, hmm?” and left it at that.

At this point, I hate all but 3 of Nick’s ‘friends’, and decide it’s time to go to the bar with Adam. After some quick chatting, Nick ends up coming with us. Nick and I spend, at most, 10-15 minutes in the bar before deciding that it’s absolutely and abysmally boring, and head back to VERO. Before we can head out, Shara starts bartending and Tiana is so drunk that she not only allows it, but helps out! Hysterical.

We grab my sisters’ keys and head back to her place to await the entertainment.

Nick and I get blazed beyond belief and sit down to chill. We end up all ordering food from The Bread Factory and just hanging around. We’ve got Terry, Tiana, James, Shara, Mazza, Nick and myself in the apartment.

Nick and I are sitting on the couch, Mazza on the chair, watching TV. At this point, Nick still thinks that Mazza had tried to fight me the weekend before… My sister had made allusions to it on the phone and I had told Nick. What I HADN’T told Nick was the fact that she was kidding, so in his words, “I was sitting there just hating this kid, wondering why he was even there.” I had been eating some pistachios earlier, and at one point Mazza started chowing down on them. At first he was fine, just eating away… then all of the sudden we hear a sickening *CRUUUUUNCH* and then loud ass crunchy chewing. Mazza had started eating them without removing the shells. Nick thought the kid broke his teeth because he basically spit it all into his hand and looked like he was dying.

The doorbell rings and Mazza’s pizza arrives from The Bread Factory… the following conversation ensues (please note that the delivery guy is a small latin man):

Delivery Guy: “That’s $23, please.”

Mazza: “$23? It’s a pizza.”

Delivery Guy: “Yes, $23.”

Mazza: “You’re charging me $23 for a pie? This is a pizza, with toppings… and it’s $23? I’ll give you $15.”

Delivery Guy: “Er… No, it is $23, I’m sorry.”

Mazza: “$23 for a pizza? Let me ask you something, do you agree with this?”

Delivery Guy: “I don’t know. I just deliver.” (at this point the guy is noticeably uncomfortable and unsure of what to do)

Mazza: “I want to speak to your manager. Call this number? *points to menu* Ok.”

Mazza: “Yes, I have your delivery guy here and he’s trying to charge me $23 for a pizza. Oh, $26? Are you serious? This is a pizza! How much are the toppings? $3! $3 a topping? Are you kidding me? Sir, do you agree with this? It’s just a pizza, and you want $3 a topping! And you agree with this?

(at this point I’ll note that it’s 4am if not later)

Mazza: “I want to talk to the owner. Oh, he’s sleeping? Oh I bet he’s sleeping! (The tone of Mazza’s voice for this part is so sarcastic that one would assume the owner was standing next to the guy on the other end waving his hands to tell him to say he wasn’t there and was “asleep”) Yeah, he’s sleeping, right. $26 for a pizza! And you agree with that!?!?” Fine.

*gives delivery guy the money*

Delivery Guy: Thank you.

Mazza then proceeds to eat the pizza over the open box, drooling any bits that don’t fit into his mouth. Possibly one of the grossest things I have ever witnessed. At this point, I believe I crawled into bed and passed the eff out.

We spend the next morning recounting things and of course, me DJing my “Stay Fly” ringtone while we all act like retards.

Saturday

My parents decided to come into town so we could all have dinner or lunch together. We realized that we should have invited the Coopers, so we called them up and they decided to head down and meet us there.

In the meantime, we smoked a bit; my mother included, and just hung out being stupid. My mom lay in my sisters’ bed with my sister while Nick, Terry and I made a startling decision.

For some reason, I found the video for MJ’s Thriller, and we were hell bent on learning the dance moves. We spent a good 30 minutes watching specific parts over and over again, imitating as best we could. We all decided we had to learn it so we could do it at the club in the upcoming trips. That didn’t last too long, but it was fun, and funny, as all hell.

At this point, my dad calls to say that he swore he saw Shara’s uncle, but everyone agrees he was just seeing things. That’s when the doorbell rings, and in walks… you guessed it, Shara’s uncle. My mom is now literally hiding in my sisters room and we’re all laughing like the morons we are. She keeps saying, “Oh my god, he can’t see me like this!” He then walks into the room and she almost JUMPS out of the bed and says, “Oooohhhhh Helloooooo!!!” and we all snicker a bit. Eventually he leaves and we all relax again.

After the Coopers arrived, we decided we wanted to order sushi and that we should play a game called “Scene It”. We did some quick ‘Net research and determined it was available at Toys ‘R us. I volunteered to go pick it up in Times Square if Terry would come join in the journey, and off we went. I was still pretty stoned, and smoked a bit more on the way while basically singing and dancing to the music I had on my MP3 player. The best part being when a Rent song came on and I got to dance on the stoop of one of the buildings… It was like a movie haha

We came back with Scene It, chocolate covered strawberries and a fruit tart of sorts. Not long after, the food arrived and we all chowed down. Not gonna lie, for some takeout sushi it was spectacular.

We cleared the table and decided to play some “Scene It”, but first we had to learn the rules of the game. In our current state, that couldn’t have been more troublesome. After we all thought we understood we started the game. Unfortunately for everyone, they missed some important info and I had to explain it and start all over again.

Ralph deemed himself the DVD Master, though he kept forgetting to start the timer, and repeatedly yelled out answers to other teams questions. Eventually we took the remote and I took over for him. In the end, Ralph and I dominated the game with our amazing movie trivia skills.

Eventually the parents leave and we decide that we need to go out drinking. We head over to Slate to meet with some of the girls old friends and hangout for a bit. The bar itself was actually pretty nice… filled with pool tables, so I’ll have to head back sometime, but I liked the vibe. Nick was supposed to meet us, but he had no phone so we didn’t know when he was showing up.

Eventually Nick calls to tell me he’s there, and we all decide to head out to another locale. We thought we were all heading to Bounce, a place where our friend is the new manager. Well, apparently we decided to head into the Meat Packing District to a place called PM. Well, apparently they didn’t like our group trying to get in at 3am, so the bouncer wouldn’t let us in unless we got a table. He couldn’t have been anymore flaming if he tried, and he kept getting all uppity. Eventually my sister flipped out on him and we started walking somewhere else.

While everyone else was walking, I was looking around and noticed an SUV pull up with all the windows blacked out. A big guy got out, followed by one of the Olsen twins and another huge bodyguard. One stayed at the car and the other followed her into the car. Then we noticed a lady who was trying to plant herself into a flower pot outside another club. She must have taken some bad stuff because she was rubbing dirt all over her hat and had lost a shoe. Quite the scene, I must admit. The whole time, Nick’s two friends are essentially in a permanent state of shock and amusement at our antics. I felt bad, considering they just met us and what not, but what are ya gonna do.

We all get home, sans Nick’s girlfriends, and decide to order food from The Westway diner. Normally this would be easy, but I guess Shara fell asleep one time and they now refuse to deliver to us. My sister gives them a credit card over the phone and assures them we’ll be awake. It’s at this point that I go lay down and passout… Through my semi-sleep haze, I keep hearing my sister dialing a phone and then, “Hello, Westway” *click* and her laughing hysterically.

Apparently, the food took over an hour, so my sister started prank calling them over and over again for an hour.
The next morning, we all wakeup for our usual bullshit session… James keeps referring to Mazza as Gordon Gecko because he’s all dressed up and what not. Maria comes home and keeps calling James “Fung Wa”, insisting that me smells like a Wanton. I keep making fun of James’ “Hand-Feet” and the fact that he might try to strangle people with them. James keeps saying that we need to stop making fun of him because he’s “mad sensitive”, but we persist because we’re all assholes.

On the way out to catch my train, I grab what I think to be the hat Tiana gave me. Turns out it was Terrys, so I ended up stealing his hat and he was a bit pissed about that one. I guess as I left he goes, “Um, I think Austin just left with my hat on… he stole my hat!”

I’m so fuckin’ tired of writing this, so it’s done. Hopefully that wasn’t too boring for anyone, because I might have to go shoot myself in the face.

There will be another entry in the coming days recounting this weekend… WITH pictures of the fun.

If you’ve read this far, leave a comment… even if it’s anonymous lol

Reflections, or Not The Entry That They Expected

2006-03-26T23:34:53Z

And by "They", I refer to my NYC compatriots of the weekend past.

As for the title, well, we played "Scene It" last night and one of the questions pertained to Dr. Strangelove or How I Learned to Love The Bomb", so I figured I'd stick with that motif. But, enough of all that, why not get to the heart of the matter; "cut awaw the fat," if you will.

I feel like my return trips from NYC on the train are altogether more introspective and reflective than I'd ever think they would be. And while it's entirely possible I'm repeating myself on the topic, I'm under the impression that its, perhaps, not a bad thing.

It's just that, whenever I'm riding back, I have all the time to look at the weekend, and what it made me want out of life. I see the avenues that I need to traverse to get specific aspects of my life where I'd like them to be. I guess I spend a lot of the time planning and coming up with ideas about how I can achieve some of the things I want. I'd never expect a mere train ride to be a habitual brainstorm session, but if that's the case, well, so be it.

Anyway, this was only a short jaunt into things, but it will serve as enough a reminder for me to know all that I need to know. Maybe that's a bit too closed, especially for such an open journal, but really, these things will come up as time goes on... if you're still here to read about it, you'll see what I was thinking about years ago.

Next on "Austin's Journal": Colgate kids, first impressions; Drunk before we got to the city; Mozza trying to play "Lets make a deal" with the delivery guy; Tiana getting violent and rascist once again; Tiana gets pissed at Westway Diner and exacts revenge; And many, many more.... Make sure you don't miss out on all the fun, and TUNE IN! ;)

and frankly, i smoked up before i wrote this... obvious or not?