cityboy at large...

after a grueling day of work and a session in upper Harlem yesterday--got home and could barely move. No evening activity, rested all night, ironically while I was taking a long shower to chill out, I missed a call to sub at Friends today. Well, I miss going there, but maybe the break is necessary. We will see how it plays out in tonight's activity.
  After the library Sunday: strolled down Vanderbuilt---stopped for lunch at Soda Bar, a place that I have long admired for its comradeship, however I have not gone there that often. This time, the comradeship was minimal; the bar consisted mostly of regulars who knew the bartender well. He was very nice to me, however, though I think the BLT that I had was not the greatest. Left feeling a little disappointed, but after all, that's life (or at least, that is bar life) A sugar fit ensued, so I stopped off at a coffee place on Bedford and Jefferson---I had been there before, and had a very rich donut. That seemed to do it for me eating wise for the rest of the day. From Bedford and Jefferson, found a bus that would take me into Williamsburg and spent the rest of the evening watching the Yankee Cleveland game (a well pitched duel for most of it) at South fourth, and chatting with my fellow bar mates. A nice talk with my friend Harlo, whom I had not seen in a while, while another old acquaintance, Seth, showed up and we chewed the fat for some time. Felt good leaving, headed home---then came Monday.
   Monday was a strange day, my body felt tired during most of it.That could easily have been the result of the two long walks that I took this weekend: on Saturday from South Portland and Lafayette to the Navy Yard art studios (only to find out that the art exhibit I was trying to attend was really scheduled for the Saturday after) and then aforementioned one on Sunday. Toyed with the idea of going to the film festival, but could not find one film that I wanted to see that I felt I could afford. I ended up that evening having a Caesar Salad at the Irish pub on 72nd street (actually pretty good) and again, watching the Yankee Indian game. Once again found very little conversation at that bar---a lot of regulars who knew each other was the rule---but the bartender basically treated me nicely. Then home for a very restless night---all of which ended with my day at Friends, after which some of the moodiness which I experienced the night before seemed to evaporate into a sense of accomplishment.
  Ironically, while I had some free time at Friends, I went to check on my bank balance which I thought was very low. To my surprise, I received some extra funds (Social Security, I think) which I had not been notified about. I wondered if I had known about these funds being present during the weekend, I might have changed my choices for Monday. Oh well, live and learn.
   Two choices for tonight: My friend Eliza's play is performing tonight and tomorrow---would love to see it---but tonight is also a birthday for La Flaca Should go, and then watch the really important baseball game between the Yanks and Indians. If that is the plan, then will try to see Eliza's play tomorrow---hopefully the energy will be there to do it. Will report soon.