SITP (aborted), Cyclones & Sushi - July 8

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I stayed up later than I should have after the Met game, but I still woke up at 6AM and managed to get on the line for Macbeth. I got to the Public Theatre by 7:20, but there were at least 100 crazies ahead of me. I was standing/waiting near some garbage, when I looked back towards the end of the line and saw V, EH's friend from Argentina! Stepped out of the line and went back about 10 places to hang out with her, while the rest of the line-waiting crew showed up over the next hour. First CW and J, then JL, NE, and finally AH. The waiters eventually numbered between a baker's dozen and a score. Since everyone didn't get there at the same time, our plans to play MJ and Scrabble while we waited kind of floated off into the aether. So I was chatting with V, playing Spanish bullshit when the line overlords make an announcement around 10AM. At this point there are hundreds upon hundreds of persons on line behind me. "There are no more tickets. The line will be cut off here," at about the same spot (near the garbage) where I started that morning. Ha. Three, maybe four, hours of my life gone.

There was some grumbling and milling around, but we, the waiters minus V, eventually settled on a plan for brunch in the neighborhood. Yaffa Cafe was our final destination. Nostalgia to the max. I used to go there all the time. It was the default middle-of-the-night spot back in the day, when St. Marks was still a little scary and not completely overrun by 14 year-old girls from the suburbs. I miss Save the Robots and The Wetlands too.

Anyway, ZS met us at Yaffa and we waddled over to Tompkins Square Park after brunch. I had to hurry my ass home to catch the rest of the Germany v Portugal third-place match, so I only stayed a few minutes. It somehow took me much longer than expected because of the walk down to Parisi's (instead of the subway) and the attempt to get in touch with WS (since I was in her neighborhood). Meats and cheeses in hand, I trekked back to only catch the end of the match. No one cares about the third-place game, I rationalized.

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This was already a long day for me and I still had another 10 hours to go, but I'm too tired to finish now.

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Okay, so bro, JL and I leave for Keyspan Park. It took us about 80 minutes door to door. The Cyclones are playing some team from State College? and we're meeting the other J there along with HH and the man of the hour, DK. Everyone's late except for HH. There's one other thing about the game that night. It's followed by Dave Kerpen's wedding (brick prison alum), which got tons of coverage in the press. Steve Evangelista was apparently there as part of the wedding party. It would have been funny running into him. I think the last time I saw him was in Cosmos Diner about 10 years ago. Anyway I took off early, with bro, to head back into the city. HH only had room for 4 in his ride and bro was going home early. My aim was to rustle up some fun, because this bachelor party was boring me to tears. I tracked down WS and RV at some bar on St. Marks and we chatted about underwear and baseball. Finally convinced RV to join the party at Ebisu. We got there late, but I caught up pretty quickly (on the sake). We trotted out the same old stories of debauchery in days past, of course the problem is that I'm the only one still trying to make some new stories. But for one brief flicker of a moment, there was a wisp of a chance. We passed by a gaggle of girls wearing slip tops, "She's getting married!!!", a bachelorette party. Here was our chance. But no joy. Everyone kept walking. God, that sucked. It wasn't even midnight. The boys wanted to go home, so I escorted RV to Penn, and later had an encounter with some Korean models (5'10" & 6'2") in Times Square, but who cares, the party was already over.