New York Day 5 "Singing In The Rain"

We had a plan, we had a good plan actually, wake up early, head to Coney Island, people watch, sun bathe, do the board walk, get drunk at beer island all of this seemed very doable in the planning stages. Than mother nature decided that Coney Island could wait. There is something about rain in a city like this that is just beautiful, but than again any rain I am a fan of. We walked a few blocks to meet Jessica's friend Laura and we decided the best thing to do on a rainy Sunday afternoon in New York is drink.

We went to this nice little dinner, had drinks, food and discussed the where's and whatfores of life, love and sex. That is where we spent the majority of the day and I loved it, it was nice to get a break from running all over the city to take in sites. After drinks and good company I kept the ladies company while they did some light afternoon shopping. It sounds boring but trust me...it wasn't, for many reasons it wasn't, not the least of which is watching three women who are drunk on a Sunday afternoon frolic in the city streets is kind of priceless.

We went back to the apartment and had some more drinks, than for some reason, a reason that will remain unexplained, I needed to go for a solitary stroll. It was the first time I really walked around the city all by my lonesome. I grabbed a 2 dollar slice of pizza (huge piece and really delicious), I bummed a smoke off a stranger, I just walked around taking it in for a while. It was nice, not profound, not a personal revelatory moment, it was just really nice.

I went back to the apartment to find my roomies doing what they normally do when they have a spare moment, dancing around to whatever is on the Ipod. We were all a bit restless so Jessica took us to "Cafe Wha?" Which apparently was home for a while to Bob Dylan, Jimi Hendrix, Bruce Springsteen, The Velvet Underground and more

On this night there was an amazing band who's genre I couldn't exactly place because they played a lot of covers. You walk through the front door and immediately there are stairs leading you to a basement, It's dark with Candles lighting the tables that are pressed against the right hand side of the stone walled room, the band is not elevated they are just sectioned off and you have to employe some creative maneuvering to get around the crowd. You are however seated by a waitress, which is a quality I really liked. After some cold beer and some hot vegetarian nachos it was time to dance.

I realized something about myself, it's not that I am not a good dancer, or that I don 't like to dance, it's that every bar and club I ever went to played shit music. I couldn't stop myself in this place, the atmosphere, the energy, the heat, the lights, the history it all just caught up with me and I spent the next three hours strait, dancing till it was time to leave.

On the way home we did try and sneak into Washington square park just for a walk but were chased out by a rent a cop with an attitude. After a day like that what could I do but pass out?

I am writing this on Day 6, on Day 7 my Midwest posy will be going back to the good ol' state line and it will be crunch time...which I feel will be an entirely different experience.