Yesterday, I picked one of my college roommates up at JFK airport, and braved the godawful traffic on the roads of Queens- the Van Wyck was so congested, I turned exited at Hillside Boulevard and hit the Clearview, which was almost devoid of traffic.
We hit the City of Y______ around eleven A.M. and, after my roommate settled into his temporary lodgings ("big ups" to my great landlord for letting my friend stay in one of the apartments merely on my recommendation), hit the pub. It's amazing how you fall into old familiar patterns, repeating old inside jokes, talking about mutual acquaintances... the years just disappear. We spent hours drinking diry big pints, then went to my favorite Thai restaurant for dinner. Unfortunately, I had to take a breather to get ready for a graveyard shift (this being a huge event weekend, we had to juggle the schedule around so our understaffed department can handle the crush). When I get home, I'll drop my roommate off at the train station so he can head up to reunion. I hope to catch one of the big events on Saturday night, after a long day of dealing with the public. Gotta continue the nostalgia trip.
It's been a month of nostalgia- hanging out with my brother Vincenzo's classmates in Virginia two weeks ago, hanging out with the "Bronson from Wisconsin" yesterday. Like I said, I'm going to try my damnedest to continue it.
Best exchange of the day?
"I've become a bit of an eccentric in the last couple of years."
"Dude, you've always been an eccentric!"
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What comes after "eccentric"?
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I found that it was Cranky Old Coot. Good times my friends, good times
Self-knowledge/awareness is often good to have.
It's all fun and games until you decide to revive the ol' trash can full of water leaning against the elevator doors trick.
OK, it's still fun and games but one must age gracefully.
And the older we get, the more the eccentricities magnify!
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