The Weekend

The weekend, the weekend

Been kinda nice here this weekend. The sun is shining, the temperature is hovering at around 20C (perfect Velcro weather) and old friends have been resurfacing.

First up this weekend was Michael – celebrating his 35th birthday in a bar called ‘The Back Room’. It’s literally through an unmarked gate, talk to the large, scary man who leads you down a rat infested alley (we saw two monsters) up another unmarked flight of stairs and into a surprisingly nice bar where they sell their booze in teacups – prohibition speakeasy style. Some nice people there for Michael anyway so good time had be us.

Next up was Sue (who Judith worked with around 10 years ago and whom I’ve not seen since a jaunt to New York to be here for the opening weekend of the rather disappointing Godzilla)… a quick brunch at FADA where the waitress was incredibly rude in that distant, waifish, Williamsburg nonchalant-aggressive way. Still the food was good and because of said waitresses inability to add came to a mere $26 for the four of us (Brunch is $11 so go figure)

From there it was on to the BAM ROSE where we met ‘a recently returned from global travels’ Alex and his ‘in town for the weekend’ girlfriend Christiana – and suffered through ‘Brick’; a dreadful but interesting teen meets noir flick that doesn’t quite pay off ; before finding a tiny bar for drinks that did.

Of course before we got into a taxi for the BAM Rose we had to contend with a volley of gunfire coming from two blocks down - rather pulse quickening as you raced to your taxi and screeched away toward safety.

Today it’s off to the park with the dog before our friend Ali comes over for dinner and tales of her new movie (Jude is going to fill in as a New Yorker in the background)

I’m still heavy legged (could that be a new syndrome? Restless Leg Syndrome – RLS – is all over the TV ads at the moment, this could be the opposite in terms of symptoms but as profitable in terms of suckers willing to cough up cash) but other than that doing well.

Hoping that Friday sees the last of treatment. And that if I do need any radiotherapy it will be short. I booked the vacation in the belief that any radio’ I needed would be done by the end of June. If it’s longer then we may well miss the vacation and lose the money (no insurance for people in the middle of chemo). I’d hate to miss the vacation so everything crossed here.

Anyway LONG entry… time to get dressed and get out into the sunshine.