Poingnant exchange of the day:
Adam: Wow, it’d nice to be in love.
Me: Yeah, those were the days.
So I spent most of the weekend in Staten Island, my old stomping grounds. Friday night I went to see my folks at Aunt Lee and Uncle John’s house before Mom and Dad took off for Florida again. All my dad’s brothers were in town with my aunts, which was a nice bonus. It was very satisfying to sit around gabbing with the folks and my aunts and uncles. Believe it or not, I actually enjoy spending time with my family.
Saturday I went over to Adam‘s swanky Staten Island loft to hang out for the day. We met up with two totally fun friends of his — Eva and Sally — and drove around for a while, visitng an amazing little old-school luncheonette and a great used furniture store. Later that night the ladies came back over to Adam’s and we goofed around while salsa dancing, playing with Adam’s didgeridoo and bull-roarer, Watching The Matrix (which I manage to like more and more every time I see it) and Aliens, and playing Bust A Groove, a totally nutty Playstation game where you win by dancier funkier than your opponents.
It’s always very trippy for me to drive around Staten Island, especially if I’m having fun. I hated living there so much when I was growing up, and I went to such efforts to make sure I never had to move back once I left for college, that it’s kind of a mind-fuck for me to go back and find all these fun places to go and cool people ot hang out with there. I actually get these rushes of nostalgia about my adolescence there, suggesting that I did a better job of making the most of it than I always think I did.