That was certainly an entertaining weekend. A slight mishap in mouse breeding left me with nothing to do in the lab, placing me in the unusual position of actually having my weekend off (one in which I will unfortunately not be for the upcoming weekend.) Did I take the opportunity to soak up some of New York city's beautiful culture? No. In fact, I wasted the entire weekend. But it was fun, nevertheless.
Friday night began at a bar in the West Village, where with a friend and three ballerinas we made the most of happy hour two for one drink specials and each polished off six mixed drinks. Such was the tone for the evening, especially considering that I had not had anything to eat all day (and come to think of it, I don't think I ever did.) Afterwards I left my friends and migrated over to another bar on the lower east side to see a friend off who was preparing to leave for a month and travel. Lucky guy. We finished off the night at a French bar where we could smoke inside (a rare pleasure in newly puritanical New York) and I eventually went home and went to sleep.
I had that unfortunate restless, drunken sleep that accompanies a long, hard night of drinking. Complete with several uncomfortable dreams, including one where I came home and realized that my apartment had been robbed. Not only did the thieves take all of my artwork, but they also took all of my books, DVDs and tapes (as well as the paint from the walls, somehow.) But they left the TV. Go figure. The second dream involved all of you - I kept getting online to get on SG and saw that my friends list was growing smaller and smaller because everyone on it got zotted. I'm not sure what that means.
Saturday night was a lot of fun as well, and I resolved to take it easy and not drink too much (as I was still pretty hung over from Friday night.) I met up with a bunch of cool SGNY people, including the lovely JaiDee, Aspen and visiting SG Anabel. Not to mention other variours SGNY hotties and fun people. Talking a look around our little corner of the bar at some point during the night, I remarked to Aspen that "sometimes life is pretty good." And it is.
Sunday was spent luxuriating on the couch in the afternoon sun, alternately napping and reading. It was the first nice weather we'd had in quite a while, and I was definitely ready for it. With some friends I then went out to go see yet another on my "so bad that it's good" movies, Alien vs. Predator. Of course we had some chemical assitance (in a rather tasty form, I might add) but we were laughing our assess throughout the entire movie. It was like the director deliberately ripped off the worst aspects of every science fiction/horror movie ever made and rolled them all into one craptacular film. Our only possible explanation was that the entire thing was meant to be a satire, but somehow I doubt that's the case. If you have the chance, see this movie. Only do NOT, under any circumstances, watch it while sober.
I hope everyone else had an enjoyable weekend.
Friday night began at a bar in the West Village, where with a friend and three ballerinas we made the most of happy hour two for one drink specials and each polished off six mixed drinks. Such was the tone for the evening, especially considering that I had not had anything to eat all day (and come to think of it, I don't think I ever did.) Afterwards I left my friends and migrated over to another bar on the lower east side to see a friend off who was preparing to leave for a month and travel. Lucky guy. We finished off the night at a French bar where we could smoke inside (a rare pleasure in newly puritanical New York) and I eventually went home and went to sleep.
I had that unfortunate restless, drunken sleep that accompanies a long, hard night of drinking. Complete with several uncomfortable dreams, including one where I came home and realized that my apartment had been robbed. Not only did the thieves take all of my artwork, but they also took all of my books, DVDs and tapes (as well as the paint from the walls, somehow.) But they left the TV. Go figure. The second dream involved all of you - I kept getting online to get on SG and saw that my friends list was growing smaller and smaller because everyone on it got zotted. I'm not sure what that means.
Saturday night was a lot of fun as well, and I resolved to take it easy and not drink too much (as I was still pretty hung over from Friday night.) I met up with a bunch of cool SGNY people, including the lovely JaiDee, Aspen and visiting SG Anabel. Not to mention other variours SGNY hotties and fun people. Talking a look around our little corner of the bar at some point during the night, I remarked to Aspen that "sometimes life is pretty good." And it is.
Sunday was spent luxuriating on the couch in the afternoon sun, alternately napping and reading. It was the first nice weather we'd had in quite a while, and I was definitely ready for it. With some friends I then went out to go see yet another on my "so bad that it's good" movies, Alien vs. Predator. Of course we had some chemical assitance (in a rather tasty form, I might add) but we were laughing our assess throughout the entire movie. It was like the director deliberately ripped off the worst aspects of every science fiction/horror movie ever made and rolled them all into one craptacular film. Our only possible explanation was that the entire thing was meant to be a satire, but somehow I doubt that's the case. If you have the chance, see this movie. Only do NOT, under any circumstances, watch it while sober.
I hope everyone else had an enjoyable weekend.
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re: the freedom of grad school. i'm actually SO bad about enjoying the freedom of grad school. i'm so protestant (and i'm not even protestant...), that i feel like i should always be working. what really happens is that i waste a lot of time during the day online or reading things i'm not supposed to, and i work sporadically off and on all day most days. i never really take 'the day off'' grad school. i just have godd work days and light work days. i wish i could get mor discipline, and work hard core most days so i could take some days just completley off. but so it goes. each to their own.