Trip Start Jun 19, 2010
74Trip End Sep 01, 2010
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One of Eitan’s roommates has an electric razor and Cornbread uses this as an opportunity to trim off his massive boosh of hair and beard for sake of being cool in the summer; he leaves long red sideburns and a curly mustache and looks like a boxer from the 1930s. I feel the need to up the ante, or rather to match it (you can’t beat CB’s new look), and while they’re downstairs getting bagels I give myself a little it of a 'do that I call The Omnimullet (The Beard calls it The Monklet or the Mullmonk), and I am so digging having a channel of cool air breeze over my thirsty skull
We aim to meet Alan and Sweeter at Central Park for a little kick of the soccer ball, and first stop at a shop to acquire such a rotund toy. While there I get a call from Alan himself, saying, "Rick, you need to meet us on Lexington right NOW." I’m like, “hey screw you, I’m in a sporting goods store,” but he persists and I get there to find Kelly Werber and her boyfriend standing on the corner, surrounded by her luggage, about to hail a taxi to China, where she’ll be teaching for the next year or more. This is crazy, as Kelly is one of my oldest and best friends, a person who I visited quite singularly the last time I came to New York, and because I thought she’d left at least a week earlier. Anyway, it’s great to see her, quite funny, and once she tapes her already-torn duffel bag together and we say goodbye, I receive a text message from her later, informing me that her taxi driver fell asleep on the freeway. A good start to China, most certainly! Good luck to her, and how cool is it that our generation is traveling so much, with such depth of intent? I bloomin’ love it.
Finally we hit the park, and it’s crowded. We have to squeeze between the softball fields – watching these jokers makes me sick, as they can’t swing a bat or throw a ball, yet take themselves so seriously – and we’re yelled at for being in their outfield
Um, I guess from there – oh yeah – we head to a market for some cantaloupe and beer, then go up to Alan’s apartment roof for the day
We later say goodbye to the Manhattan group and head down to Brooklyn to meet Eitan and his birthday friends at a beer/whiskey bar that has hundreds of delightful options. 21st Amendment is a great local brew, and this one is all dark and stout and chocolatey. Eitan forces us to play conversational musical chairs, and we do so after Edna and Crystal have arrived, and it’s a genius idea for new conversations and friendships. I end up chatting with a French fellow for a while and then everyone heads to Full Circle, a nearby skee-ball bar in Williamsburg whose owner is a friend of Tristan’s.
Full Circle is great. They serve beer by the can – Cream Ale and a hot dog for $4 – and obviously host a bunch of skee ball machines. The owner, Eben, is full of enthusiasm for life and, having been warned about us previously, simply gushes of how cool he thinks the bus is. He’s ridiculous, as for how cool Pearl actually is, a skee ball bar might be even cooler. Turns out that he’s a writer and he and I spend a long time talking about “the process,” or other bullshitty things of passion. What a sincere and interesting fellow with big non-balding Stephen Wright Hair and a fuzzy beard like a mask. I share a watermelon wheat beer with Edna and it’s all quite too much fun. Edna rides her bike into oncoming traffic unaware or unconcerned with the dangers surrounding, and the rest of us make our way back to Eitan’s by 4:30. Sleep.