At the end of the workday on Friday, these murderclouds rolled up by the office window. What's going on with the weather? It's already 50 degrees at the end of January. Next I'm expecting frogs to rain from the sky and the East River to turn into blood. How would that be for irony? A city as godless as New York gets stricken with plagues. It is 2012, after all.
I hung out with my friends Matt and Joe. Here's Joe bonding with his spirit animal - the mustachioed Italian plumber. Neither one of them knows what they're pointing at.
We ate at a great Indian restaurant with live music. This guy was tucked over in a corner, shredding away on his dilruba like Hendrix in a turban.
Coworker's birthday party at a bar down the street. I spent most of it doing card tricks.
On Saturday I hung out with my illustrious college roommate, Jon. We put our respective life situations on the operating table to help each other dissect and understand them.
These efforts were obviously made easier with help from the excellent beer menu at The Pony Bar on 10th Avenue.
I made a rare trip by subway to go to a concert at Irving Plaza.
As I got off the train, here were these two guys absolutely killing it on guitar. Free music supplement!
My dad secretly hates that I live in a city as culturally momentous as New York without getting out to see much live music. He's correct to feel that way, so I bought tickets to see Oh, Sleeper, a metal band from Fort Worth, Texas. I spent a significant amount of time in high school with headphones dispensing metal into my ears, so that type of music has a real nostalgia value to me. The show was incredible - fists in the air, hair whipping all around, and singer Micah Kinard's interstitial growls of "New Yoooork Ciiiityyy!"
After Oh, Sleeper, I made my way into Brooklyn to catch the tail end of Andy and Harry's Apartment Mic. Each weekend they invite the self-involved comedians of New York into their living room to try out new material in front of each other and it's always a good time. After the last comic went up, Andy's guitar came out. I had no idea how well he could play.
Cue a major sleep catchup on Sunday morning. I rolled out of bed and biked to another open mic at The Creek and the Cave. This is a picture of what it looks like when someone airs his insecurities in public.
My weekend ended as it usually does with a visit to the dumpling house. My dinner (which will also be tomorrow's lunch) only cost $5. Now it's time to plow my way through another working week.
