Weekend Summary + Stereotypical New York Experience
I’m really bored right now. For amusement, I will summarize the past weekend, as I used to do when I cared more about my blog than I did living.
- Maggie graduated. She is now officially a Nurse (RN). 1.5 more years and she’ll be a Nurse Practitioner. Need a prescription for some heavy narcotics? I’ve got the hookup.
- Maggie’s parents were in town. 4 days of quality in-law time, and I’m still alive! Really, they’re great.
- Went out for Sushi with the in-laws and their friends. Turns out the stomach flu (or a similarly nasty jungle virus) I had a few months ago (that coincided with the previous night’s delicious Japanese feast)…is still in affecting my appetite. I miss liking sushi.
- Saw the Darwin exhibit at The Natural History Museum, and visited the Lower East Side Tenement Museum. We love museums, I guess.
- Saw the DaVinci code. Meh
- Had a movie-like New York experience, which I will now detail.
Last night I noticed some college kids on a fire escape smoking, a couple of apartments over from us. They were outside talking and making some noise, and I considered telling them to shut up, but I refrained. Much later (around 1am), while I was trying to sleep, I kept hearing someone playing the piano (very, very badly, too). I tried to tune it out, but this kind of “I know the right note is around here somewhere…” type of playing really inhibits sleeping. So I tried whistling out the window. Then I yelled “shut up!”. No response. Then I tried throwing a tennis ball over there. No response. Then I started throwing coins. Nothing was working.
Then, when they finally paused, I yelled “Hey Liberace! Shut up! Do you hear me? Shut the fuck up!”.
Then they started playing again. UGH! I waited a little while, then I heard a mexican guy a couple of floors up…
Him: Please be quiet and turn off the music! I’m trying to sleep!
Me: Shut up!
Him: NO! YOU SHUT UP!
Me: Not you! The piano players!!
Oh man, I nearly died. Isn’t that something you see in a movie about New York apartments?


















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