February 06, 2005
DAY OUT
A bagel at 1:30 A.M. is not a good look. Thank you to Wow Cafe (or Cafe Wow, I can't remember which) for being so quick with the morning-after espresso. If you're at the corner of Broadway and White, stop in.
Because of the strained muscle in my right arm, I had to play "football" with my left arm. Because I suck at football, this didn't present as much different from my right-handed game. On the way home, we saw one of those ceramic Space Invader mosaics. I remembered that, in high school, three of us frequented a local health club that kept a Space Invaders machine in the basement right across from the squash courts. We spent many dollars on this game. The problem is this: one of us abbreviated the name of the game to 'Ders. It wasn't me, but I was guilty of borrowing quarters from my mom (not real money, right?) and saying the word "'Ders." Remebering this fact pretty much harshed the whole "I am ambidextrous" buzz.
The sun was being the sun.
"Hey, your head is so warm."
"My hair is an umbrella and a radiator for my head."
When we weren't discussing book nine of Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events (made my son a reader, god bless) and why libraries are free, we were arguing about food.
"The smell of hot dogs makes me want to throw up."
"I've seen you eat hot dogs without throwing up."
"Yes, I did throw up."
"But that's because you were sick. You just happened to eat a hot dog on the same day. It was false evidence."
"Stop. You're not a police officer."
"You'll like Katz's."
"I don't want to hurt your feelings, but you're annoying me now."
So we settled on Lil Frankies, where nothing is annoying. Ever adjacent table was occuiped by non-English speakers, which generated some fun guessing games. WCBS was playing non-stop Beatles. It was like a Sunday from The Sunday Store.
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