Lazy Sundays...

Nothing to do on a Sunday but watch Harold & Kumar Go To Whitecastle. Then I tried to take care of all these last minute errands before I leave the city. In 4 short days, I will be on my way to Paris. I think I am a little too excited. I am also starting to feel the pressure mount.
Went to see some friends at Tsubi, Fred likes to sit at the laptop and play to much Morrissey. "Make it funky, make it funky" I complain. I think I don't want to hear anymore Morrissey unless its out of his mouth personally. Its overkill! Peter is a nice Aussie who finally gets to see the sun for a month at Bondi Beach. I envy this man. We decided we when get back from our travels that I will get him a girlfriend. So ladies if you see this, and you like him, holler at me & I will hook it up. He's in the shot with Fred. (the chocolate face) Its a terrible joke. Go see Borat.
My friend Robin is still visiting from Thanksgiving so we had to meet up. I miss her. She brought her younger brother Scott. He is so nice and I think about all the times she probably tortured him as a young one. Sweet and Vicious for the usual pint and a shot, and then Angel's Share for amazing yakitori. I ran into everyone on the street yesterday and it was just one of those perfect sunny freakishly warm New York Sundays.