| Mar. 21st, 2003 @ 05:49 pm Spring Break |
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So, in all the hub-bub and excitement of whatever, I never did update and say what I did over spring break. So here y'ouze go.
Matt and I took off at about 0630 for the great land of New Jersey on Saturday. Being that there was no traffic, we got there within four hours, including a long break for lunch and gas. (The fact that I took no traffic to mean I could go 85 miles an hour probably helped that.) Enyhoo, we hop aboard the New Jersey Transit Authoritah train and head out. Came in on 34th street.
As we're walking towards Town Hall, I see a street musician playing saxophone. I toss my change into his instrument case. As I'm walking away, an old guy with a cane and a bottle in a brown bag bumps into me and drops the bottle. I say "sorry" and start walking away. He hangs out for a few seconds behind us, then starts shouting out, "Hey, mister!" I tell Matt to keep walking. Well, he moves pretty quick for a guy with a cane. He catches up with us, says "Howya doin? Nice sunglasses." He then asks if I could pay for the beer that I just broke and shows me the broken bottle. Now, Matt and I had heard a thud when the bottle hit the ground, not a crash. So, I say, "How much was it?" He says "Eight dollars." If he had just asked for a couple of bucks, I probably would have given it to him, but it was such an obvious hustle, I just walked away.
So that was a unique experience.
Anyway, we get to Town Hall and see the They Might Be Giants concert. Now, I did not know that this was going to be a kid's show, so I was a little disheartened to be surrounded by a bunch of rugrats. It didn't really matter once the show started. I just wish it had been longer than forty minutes. What parent would pay 50 bucks for them and their kid to see a show that the kid is probably too young to remember seeing anyway? I guess I'll understand if I ever have kids. (crap, that's a scary thought.)
After the show, I return to the Mecca of Pastrami, Katz's Deli on East Houston Street. Long story short, I ruined any other pastrami for Pascal *evil grin*.
Rest of the trip was your usual go-into-Red-Bank stuff. I did get some Offspring really cheap, which was cool.
Now, how did I spend the rest of my spring break? I didn't do much. Got in a lot of running. The 2*1 mile repeat is crucial. Wouldn't have passed my PRT if I hadn't worked on it.
Wednesday I went to the Air and Space Museum with my mother's boss's son, who was visiting from Israel. He used to be a maintainer on F-15's for the Israeli Air Force. He wanted to do Israel's equivalent of SpecWar, but his folks didn't want him to. Quiet guy.
Friday, I went in to TJ (after using the track for a run.) It's getting more and more surreal every time I go back. Don't know how much longer I'll really be able to do it. I'd say one more year, tops.
Other than that, saw Chicago with Nali (he ran into my knife... hye ran into my knife ten times...) and burned some gas with Pascal. Oh yes, also quaffed some ginseng with Rachel Metz at BadChinese. We were involved in a political discussion within about five minutes. Also got to see Drewsteve for a bit.
And that was break. Would've been better if I hadn't had the PRT hanging over my head. |
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