Life: December 2006 Archives

Layla at the Park

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Quiet Week

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I expect next week to be a quiet week for the blog.

I am staying in Hoboken for the holidays. Most of my family members are doing the holidays with their in-laws or at their own home. I was just in DC for Thanksgiving and saw everyone. My mother will be at my Aunt's home for the holiday. My other sister and brother are in DC. I was invited to my sister Philly home for Christmas, and I really appreciated it, but decided to instead stay in Hoboken. I love her and her kids (who have just started to play Warcraft!), but in some ways i'd rather just chill out around my house for this holiday. I have the week off from work (my first weeklong vacation since September), and plan on doing the following activities:
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1. Sleeping.
2. Playing videogames (Warcraft, Civilization, Battlefield 2142).
3. Bartending on Saturday nights at the bar.
4. Doing loads of laundry.
5. Playing with my camera around Hoboken.
6. Sleeping
7. Cooking a bit, I have a new delivery from Fresh Direct coming on Sunday.
8. Playing with Layla.
9. Ignoring my diet for the week.
10. Sleeping.

Yes, not very exciting. I know. If I had a girlfriend, i'd use such a vacation to plan a trip to someplace warm. But I really have zero interest in being that single 34 year old guy who vacations in the Bahamas. Unless people know a place I can go where it isn't weird.

I wish everyone a Merry Christmas!

For New Years I am undecided on what I will do. I think the night is a bit overrated, and I have been invited to a few house parties to attend. I think I will just chill with some friends a pop open a few nice bottles of wine.

Happy New Year!

Best of Philly2Hoboken 2006

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Toot! Toot!

Yes, i'm tooting my own horn on this entry. I know all of you can't read my blog daily, but here is what I think are the "best entries" for 2006. If you haven't read them, i'd read, comment and share with your friends with what I wrote this year.

I'd like to thank everyone for their support and encouragement this year. My readership has doubled this year, and I can only guess that you are all hoping for more PSE&G disasters to entertain you.

Why I Stopped Worrying and Learned to Love Hoboken

...And So Drama Begins!

Dissecting A Personal Ad

Growing Up Richboro

Things I Don't Like At Club H

Levels of Men in Hoboken

Falling In Like

Sex, Lies and Hoboken

What Your Drink Says About You in Hoboken

Is it better loved and lost than to not be loved at all?

To The Girls...

The Rules Of Laundry In Hoboken

Farewell Furey!

Tupac*

What was your favorite entry? Either leave a comment or shoot me an email.

Tupac*

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I eat at Panera Bread about once a week for dinner. I like their multi-grain bread, and i'm trying to eat healthier when I can help it. It seems that 4 out of 5 times I go there they fuck up my order. I swear. I will always get home and open my sandwich and they forget something. Like they forgot lettuce. Or mayo (I know, not healthy, but i'm hoping the multi-graininess offsets the mayo). Also can anyone explain how mustard should be on a tuna sandwich?121406.JPG

I got finished at Club H around 8:30 and walk up Washington. I see Panera and decide to stop in, getting a smoked Turkey Sandwich. Quick segue. If you walk into Panera at anytime at night, look to the right. There is always an older woman sitting there, with glasses. Like every time I walk in there, this woman is sitting there. Sometimes she is with a man. She looks easily 75 years old, if not older. I'm convinced she is like homeless or something, because she is always at Panera. Anyhow.

I pass by the Creepy Old Lady and I'm waiting on line at Panera. An older guy, around 65 or 70, is in front of me and orders his food. He has a full head of white hair, oversized glasses and a button sweater. He also has those "old guy sensible shoes". Like the kind of shoes that are for people who shuffle to the bingo parlor right after "Matlock" is over. When asked for his name by the cashier, he replies, "Al".

Yep, to me, the name fits him. He looks like an "Al". I think about it for a second and then my warped mind decides to have some fun.

I go up and order, slowly, exactly what I want on my turkey sandwich: Swiss. Mayo. Lettuce. Onion. On multi-grain.

For here or to go? To go.

Your name? Tupac.

Now the girl was about all of 16 years old and African American.

She looks up at me with a curious look on her face, her eyes a bit wide as if to say "White boy with the name TUPAC?". While she is looking me over curiously, I don't smile or react - just keep a poker face. She says, "Fo real?". I just nod slowly as if to say: Yes, Tupac. She starts laughing and trying to type "Tupac" on her register, but the laughter overwhelms her and she gives up.

I can't hold back a smile any longer and I start laughing along, and say: "What!? Don't I look like a Tupac!?"

This gets her to laugh even more and i'm the type that once I start laughing with someone over my joke, that I can't stop either. We both get a good laugh out of it and I go to wait by the end of the counter, and i'm in a good mood. I watch the sandwich makers because they look up at the TV screens for the order and call out your name when done.

I want to see the moment that the word "Tupac" registers on the guy making my sandwich.

Oh, it was worth it. The guy is making the sandwich and looking up at the screen from time to time - i'm sure reading off the ingredients of the sandwich, and when done calling out the name of the person who ordered.

Right before he is about to call out my name you can see him just...stop.

He starts to laugh and then taps the other guy next to him pointing at the screen, the other guy starts laughing too and he calls out with a questioning laugh, "Tupac?".

"Right here, dude.", I reply. Both of them laugh even more once they look at me.

I shrug my shoulders and comically reply, "What!? My parents liked rap! It's a 'Thug Life', dog."

I thank them for my sandwich and leave. On the way home i'm trying to think of more names I can use next time I order. I think I will say "Oprah" next. Or maybe "Jesus", but I think the guys there would be like "Hay-Zeus! Your sammich is ready, man!" I have to come up with a good one like Tupac again.

I get home and the motherfuckers forgot my lettuce. Tupac gets no respect.

*For the record it is spelled 2Pac or Tupac

Talking At Someone

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I'm at the bar on Saturday night, and it is busy. We have the DJ spinning music and a large crowd drinking. There is a birthday party in my corner and i'm throwing Bud Lights their way to keep them happy.

I get an older guy, maybe around 40, and his wife near the taps. From the corner of my eye, I can see that he is eyeing me. But i'm busy making drinks and queue him up in my mind as the next guy i'll serve.

I get over to him and ask for his drink and immediately I knew this guy was a class-one asshole.

It will be hard to explain in writing, but i'll try. Most people, when ordering will look directly at me, and say clearly what they want. This guy treated me with something close to disdain. Like I was beneath him. It was palpable. I could feel it and I kept my composure but really wanted to say "What the fuck is your problem?"

This guy reminded me of the SNL sketch "The Two A-Holes", except he wasn't chewing gum.

So, he orders his drink and mumbles it to me while looking away, like he has more important things to do. I'm busy, the crowd is jumping, and I can already see my birthday party in the corner wants more "O-bombs" (Stoli O and Red Bull similar to Jagerbombs) and this guy is wasting my time. So I get his attention and ask him again what he wanted. He says his order and then holds up an index finger to me to "Hold a moment" and talks to his wife.

When you are busy, and behind a bar, you don't have many times to "Hold a moment". The owner is there and he's watching us work. The owner can see that other people need drinks and frequently jumps behind the bar to help us if we fall behind. I personally hate that, because it says "I'm not working fast/efficiently enough" to me. I don't want anyone helping me, if I can help it, unless something goes terribly wrong behind the bar (like the register breaks or I run out of liquor/beer and have to fetch something).

So i'm standing there while the 40-year old is making me wait for him to ask his wife what she wants.

Now, like I said before, he was waiting for me at the taps before I walked over. Wouldn't you think he would have asked his wife what she wanted BEFORE that? Nah. Not this guy.

Many times if people do this to me, and it is busy, normally I will just say, "I will come back when you are ready." and walk away to help someone else. But I was just annoyed this was happening and stood there in a detached sense of amusement (I knew it was going to be blogged) and anger (no one likes to be treated like this).

I finally get what they both want, and it is that same contempt he has when ordering. He doesn't look at me when he talks - he just sort of talks AT me. Like i'm a vending machine, not a person. Like he is sitting at the drive-thru at McDonalds and talking to the metallic box and looking for a Happy Meal.

I got his drinks, didn't say a word to him. Didn't say Thank You, just gave him the money and his drinks and went to help the rest of my customers.

Hey, I get it. I'm a bartender. I serve drinks. I try to talk to people, make them laugh a bit, maybe listen to their problems.

But i'm not a fucking servant.

Link Between Cynicism and Age!

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“Housing Slump Is Over!” claim the National Association of Realtors.

“Eating Red Meat Is Healthy!” claim the National Cattlemen's Beef Association.

“Tobacco Doesn’t Cause Cancer!” claim Altria Group Inc.

“Shampooing Seven Days A Week Doesn’t Affect Hair Loss!” claim PhRMA.

“Ground Zero Dust Isn’t Toxic.” claims the U.S. Government.

“We Don’t Use Steroids On Our Chickens!” claim The U.S. Poultry & Egg Association.

“Children’s Belly Fat Increases More Than 65% since 1990s, No Direct Link Found As Of Yet.” claim The Sugar Association.

Before I get any cease and desist letters, these are all in jest. Well, except the NAR claim.

Monumental?

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Strange weekend.

I want to write something about "What you should know if you are going to set Sean up with someone". No, I wasn't set up, but I have many girl friends over the years that have tried to set me up with people and I sort of want to write something about that. Yes, i'm annoying, aren't I? This isn't Dickens, people.

Hope you enjoy the picture. It was taken during my trip to DC over Thanksgiving. I have been reading some books on photography and trying to experiment a bit. I really want to take some more trips into NYC and try to explore a bit.

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