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The Evolution Will Not Be Televised
Hands down, this is best thing I can ever remember, always remember the sound...
Whoa. I'm back for good now, and my life is better than ever. It's only the second day of my return to NYC and already I've done more than I probably did the first 2 years of my life. It was beautiful, and I couldn't have made these days any better...
Tuesday was just an adjustment period. I took the Jitney back, and stood admiring my city for a few minutes before I caught a bus downtown to my house, which still smelled from the Blackout. My aunt was nice enough to randomly drop by with pizza, cookies, and soda, so that was awesome of her. I love people who spoil their children relatives. Spent the rest of that night just hanging out, really, unpacking and shit. It took me about 32 minutes to actually remember that I had cats, too. Now WEDNESDAY, that was the mother of all eventful days. all in all, I spent more than half the hours in the day walking the streets of Manhattan. I got up at noon just because I could, and got my shit ready to go to the hospital. No, I was not viciously bleeding/dying, I just had an interview and had to drop off some papers. I got to listen to some moronic country girls introduce themselves to one another as they were applying for jobs there, and I did a real bad job of hiding my snickering. I hate stupid people. I just do. Like Hilary Duff and the Olsen twins, whom I found out after doing some research SHOULD NOT be attending college, as they claim to be. They're only a few months older than me, and should legally be entering senior year. NO way they managed to be smart enough to skip some grades with all the crappy movies they waste their lives filming. But that's going off on a tangent. I did my hospital thing, then spent hours roaming midtown and reaquainting myself with the fantasticity of Manhattan, because fuck I missed this place. I missed populated areas and buildings over 9 feet tall. I called people I hadn't seen in ages looking to hang out for old times sake, most namely Olivia (though I slept over at her mansion not 2 weeks before), Avery (who was busy riding around town in a cop car?), Anthony (MIA), and Dan. Dan couldn't do anything right away, but he told me he was going to some club later, and asked if I wanted to go, so why not? Before I made that call I got through to Ms. Liv and made plans to have dinner with her later. I killed time admiring my location and got in a cab to meet the lovely Whelan girl at 42nd and 6th. Sure I was mostly focusing on how hot she looked, but I also took notice of people staging a protest against Verizon (Verizon? VERIZON?! Have you pricks nothing better to do?!). We went to local deli for some classic NY food and took it over to those tables in Bryant Park. That place is really excellent, beautiful location and a very artsy feel to it, so we chilled there for a while, which was great as usual. I'm never bored by her. We checked out some performance art thing that was being staged on the big lawn for awhile, then walked a little uptown to Sam Ash. There was a bass that I have my eye on that I wanted to check out. I got to mess around with a $1765 bass for an hour, and even got Olivia a bass to teach her some things on. For a beginner, she was pretty decent. We left, continuing up 7th avenue, I bought her some ice cream, and we walked along Central park for an hour or so. We ended up heading back to her place, where she showed me her rooftop terrace, which I was completely floored by. Not only does it have a candlelit garden, but the actual rooves run all over the place like a little society and provide an amazing view of the skyline. We stayed there for hours laughing and shooting the shit...
Finally Dan called my cell back and gave me the details of the club. Downtime was having a teen night on 30th and 8th, and he was headed there at about 11. I was still at Olivia's, so what was nice gentleman to do but ask her to accompany me? She changed, and we headed out down Madison, cracking jokes and being lunatics in general. Fantastic. Absolutely fan-fuckingtastic. We were running late, so we caught a cab to the place, and had to wait a few minutes before the bouncer would let us in. The second I got in there I caught Mike Fernandez of my school hanging with his girl, so that was a cool surprise. I love going to clubs. Some of the people look and act like such morons, so I get a huge kick out of it. We chilled on the couch, I danced with Olivia, who is a fucking INCREDIBLE dancer. No one else I've ever danced with compared to the way she moves...and after a while I was about to collapse so that was it for dancing for the night. I told Dan though that he has to experience that unbelievable ass shaker for himself, and he too had his mind blown. I spent the rest of the night with her, while Dan continued to dance, and somehow managed to get drunk. At a teen night (hmm...). I met this one girl who I thought was pretty good, the one Dan picked up, Andrea. I love any girls who are into theatre. Especially Anniebeth McGeary. At about 2 AM we finally left the club, I put Liv in a cab, and then caught another one with Dan on the next block. I let him out at my stop, and was a little worried about him gettin' home alright, but he turned out fine. I hit the sack, because DAMN I needed it...
The following morning was a series of waking up and sleeping again, ending at 3 in the afternoon. I had to get ready crazy fast because me and my family were headed to the Meadowlands for the Bruce Springsteen concert. We spent an hour or so in the parking lot at the tailgate parties, eating Subway and playing frisbee (not a good idea in a parking lot), until it was getting close to the time for the show, at which point we checked out the boardwalk for a little while. Good bands, thought it was $6.50 for a beer! Not that I had any...at long last the concert started. As can be expected, The Boss was AMAZING, and so was the entire concert, save for the fact that he did about 9 encores, and never once played "Born in the USA." Otherwise, it kicked major ass. I've been to quite a few concerts in my day, and none of them deliver as much music and skill as Bruce and the E Street Band. Simply awesome. When it did finally end, we headed home, and I watched the taped VMA's, which was not shockingly just one publicity stunt after another. Did I see that right? Did Britney Spears and Madonna make out? I half expected to see Christina Aguilera start eating out Missy Elliot. Anyway, it's late. And I'm tired. I've seen a whole lot of action these past 2 days. Not to mention that tomorrow I'll be out most of the day with the Regis kids in Manhattan and the following day I have an open house that I may exploit. It's good to be back.
Nice to see you all again LOSERS
-Kevin "What? That's not Amy Lee! That's Michael Jackson!" Fitz
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What the hell are you talking about? You didn't call me, liar.
P.S. I was brought here by a unamed third party, so no, I don't read this.
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