WebJournal - The blog will set you free

WebJournal - The blog will set you free
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Sunday, March 06, 2005

I should send this to Ray Romano

It was Saturday yesterday and as such it was call-your-mother's day. I called from my cell, while waiting for Debra on the street. It was cold, I was soaked from the gym . She sort of asked it a whiney voice when could I go see her. I reacted in my usual mature, controlled way. Totally lost it. Her answer? Straight out of Marie's mouth from Everybody loves Raymond: "Don't shout at me. It reminds me of when your father was alive and we were a happy family". Sometimes she manages to outdo herself.

The outer boroughs

I had never been to the Brooklyn Museum yet so when Marc told me about their First Saturdays event I jumped at the idea. After spending the afternoon with Debra buying fabric (she for curtains, I for the seats of my revamped chairs) and then pigging-out at the Red Lobster I barely made it home in time for a shower before going out again. I ended up going to Brooklyn with Fabian and Peter and briefly meeting with Marc over there. He was there with friends who were not in a dancing mood. He was not happy. But I was. It was great. Loud disco music from back-when blasting among works of art. Lots of people. Little black kids dancing. Older people. Babies. Families. Friendly smiley people having fun. Some were fantastic dancers, like a girl with a fantastic body to boot. I can only hope her feet stank.
We danced until it was over and then left to have dinner at a local BBQ restaurant. Well, Fabian and Peter had dinner. I was still digesting my lunch so I stuck to a corn-on-the-cob and about a gallon of Diet Coke.

There's something about this Peter guy I noticed and appreciated: he goes out of his way to be kind and friendly. To me and to everybody else around him. I really like good manners and thoughtfulness.