9 posts tagged “nyc”
Improv Everywhere is one of the main reasons I miss living in New York.
They make New York a better place.
So, a week ago today, The Lovely Virginia and I packed up The Bean and embarked on a family trip to The Big Apple.
Wednesday night, we stayed in Midtown. It was noisy and wonderful. Drunkle PJ and I went to a fancy-shmancy Hugo Boss event. Here's us before we left.
We had most of the day to cart Bea around town (mostly to Beard Papa's), and then we headed to a fancy Mad Men soiree.
Then came Saturday.
Boy, oh boy. Saturday.
I have been a fan of SNL since I was about, um, born. And I have been very impressed with this season so far, due in no small part to my friend Bobby Moynihan.
So attending the show as an audience member was, to put it succinctly, amazing.
Throw in that a friend and co-worker was hosting, which made it a thousand times better.
Put on top of that two friends and co-workers guest-starring, and my head started to get a little warm.
Oh, and as we sat down, we noticed a clear rendition of the Sterling Cooper set directly in front of us.
Uh-oh.
Once you realize that your-friend-the-SNL-cast-member is playing YOU in a sketch... Well, that's about when your brain starts to melt and seep out your EARS.
No way to put it into words, except to say that other than my wedding night, this was easily the best night of my life.
I am not exaggerating.
It was the culmination of about fifty dreams at once.
Un-f'ing-believable.
Oh, and then on Sunday, we took Bea to the dog run in Union Square Park. She apparently loves the crap outta puppies. You'll notice her puppy hat.
Many thanks to Meg and Kris for babysitting. Youse guys made it all work.
And it was fun.
(Some of these videos or links may be NSFW. But all are funny. Just so's you knows.)
Ok, so...
When Bobby was at UCB, he co-created a sketch group called, "Buffoons."
They put on the Greatest Sketch Show of All Time. In my opinion.
The other members of Buffoons are Charlie Sanders and Eugene Cordero.
I would like to introduce you to them now.
You may recognize Charlie from this week's Entertainment Weekly, where his video was listed as their Web Obsession.
Which is awesome, by the way.
Charlie was the reason I was ever on a UCB team in the first place, but I don't hold that against him.
He introduced me to about a billion people in NYC, including Charlie and Bobby. I credit him with any fun I ever had at UCB. Which was a lot.
And I think they are amazing.
That is all.
Hey, is it good luck if your wallet is stolen approximately four hours into the new year?
What if it contains your cash, i.d., credit/debit cards, gift cards from Christmas, social security card, and every receipt for tax write-offs from 2006? Does that make it luckier?
I sure hope so. Because it means my lovely wife is going to have one helluva year.
Oh, and to the hoodlums who took her stuff: If you want to keep the cash, feel free. But can we have the rest of the stuff back? Don't worry, we'll just be in our apartment holding our breath.
Sigh.
I was at a Barnes & Noble a while back and saw a book title that so accurately described my sometimes feelings about this town: Another Bullshit Night in Suck City. I would read the book, but I'm scared it would take the shine off of what has become a beloved catchphrase 'round these parts.
So I finished The Road. De. Pressing. Good, well-written, all that crap. But so bleak and sad and ick. But still good. In fact, I've reread a few parts since finishing it, to make sure I didn't miss any of the devastating details. Thank God our next book is Tom Sawyer. I'm about fifty pages in. My mind is craving its lightness so very, very much.
As I was unlocking the door to my apartment building about five minutes ago, a mother and son asked if I had the key to our garbage and recycling area. I figured it was just another of the many small families I haven't met in my building.
Nope. They were collecting cans. And were very appreciative of my opening of the trash area for them.
*sigh*
It's another bullshit night in suck city.
At least I'm going to Minnesota tomorrow with my lovely wife. Sometimes it feels like Minnesota is made of candy canes and gumdrops.
Most times it feels that way.
Blah.
Two construction workers, one on a ladder, one not.
Guy on ladder: "I can't be an authentic person with you, Bob."
Bob looks away.
Guy on ladder: "Bob!"
Beautiful.
Today I am scheduled for four auditions. They are happening all-the-hell over Manhattan within a two-hour period.
Also, the weather report said to expect "drenching thunderstorms" this afternoon.
Well, won't that be fun.
At least the subway cars are air conditioned, which is more than I can say for the building The Lovely Virginia has to shuttle her Central Park campers into when it's raining.
Good luck, Wifus.
- Buffalo Wild Wings. Yes, I know there's one in New Rochelle. And I know they're planning to have a BW3 in each of the five boroughs within five years. But that's not now, and I like BW3 now. And why did they get rid of Smoky Southwestern? I'm starting a petition.
- Dairy Queen. Yes, I know that I can drive to Jersey and find a DQ. But I am not interested in driving to Jersey for DQ. I want DQ in Astoria, Queens and all-the-hell over Manhattan. And a wider distribution of the elusive Nerds Blizzard, please. I like Mankato, MN, but I don't get there quite enough to satisfy my cravings.
- Famous Dave's. Yes, I know that I can get "good" (?) barbecue in the city. But I happen to like having my food brought to me in a trash can lid. And Devil's Spit? Fugeddaboutit.
- Caribou Coffee. Yes, I know I can trip on the way out of a Starbucks and fall into the doorway of another. But there's something about the cabin-like atmosphere of a Caribou that makes me very, very happy. And I like the coffee more. But that's probably (definitely) because I like the cabin thing.
- Nighttown. Yes, I know there's only one, and it's in Cleveland. But that Grille and Greens salad is one of the best food items I've ever, ever eaten. Sweet heavens, it's gooooood.
I think I'm hungry.
