nice weekend.
Rainy day on Saturday, stayed at home and did a bunch of chores with the boy. then at midnight, decided to catch a bit of party over at the Brooklyn Underground Film Festival Benefit Party. Showed up, did our thang, left, walked around the East Village for a bit, got home around 3am. Played the guitars together for an hour, and we aint even half-bad. we're half good, actually.
Yesterday, Sunday, got together with Jessica, her boyf Dan and bestf Martina, for brunch at Life Cafe, sat in the garden, had good food and shitty service. c'est la vie.
Then we met up with Rowe and decided to head up to the Puerto Rican Day Parade. Of course it was some time after 4pm that we got there, so we watched the major clean-up effort along 5th Avenue, discussed Third World politics and economics, and walked up through Central Park with the herd of others, mostly testosterone crazed young men. Got up to 72nd street and took the 6 train back to Union Square, had some coffee and snacks at Cosi where once again we had really bad service, waiting for the check for about 20 minutes before finally being released from the place. then...

Game III, NBA Finals 2003
what a shitty game yesterday!
I swear sometimes I consider throwing in the towel and forgetting all about the NBA and their stupid fixed officiating. I didn't even mind the lowest scoring first half in NBA Finals history, but then they called a BUNCH of suspicious fouls on the Nets in the third quarter. And when my boys were makin a come-back the refs again called some silly fouls in the last minute of the game - thus we have the Spurs winning Game 3. whatev! i'm so over it...

cupcakes took care of me 3, then off to sleep like a baby. with my baby. ain't it crazy?!