Ah, good to see you again

Well, here I am again.  It's late (by RI standards) tuesday morning and I just got home from the bar (Tanner, I hope you make it home safely).  First time blogging in a while, here goes.  First off Orion has reappeared.  If you have read my previous posts you would know how much I love the man.  He greets me every time I return home from whatever journey I might have been on that evening and you have no idea how much that comforts me.  On that note I was in New York all weekend.  Because of all of the lights and such in the city I was completely unable to see any constellations in the night sky.  I looked, there were but three stars, hardly enough to make out a constellation as glorious as Orion the Hunter.  Anyway, yes, I was somewhere other than here all weekend, and in a city nonetheless.  Is this a new Joe?  Here's a list of the weekends happenings/observations:

 

• New York, I do believe, is the most expensive place to embark on a drunken expedition than anywhere on earth (unless a very friendly New Yorker buys drinks for you)(which is more likely to happen than you may think). 

• (And good thing it does happen) I returned home with 30 bucks, hardly enough to buy a scotch and a  mango-rita.  And as bad of a thing as that seems it may have been the best 28 dollars I ever spent.

• The New Yorkers that come to RI give the New Yorkers that stay in New York a very bad name.

• Any walls of any building that are right on a street do not have any air conditioning units in them.  I wonder how many people had to die before that law was passed.

• It's almost impossible to get sexy drunk girls to stop playing Ms. Packman.

• Even numbered avenues are one way in the southern direction.

• Damnit, I don't want an M&M.

• I wish everywhere had subways.  But a compass rose at the entrance to each one would be greatly appreciated.

• The bartenders in NYC like Jack Daniels.

• I have a new favorite chair.

• 5 in the morning?  What the fuck are you people thinking?!

• I enjoy walking around aimlessly more than one might think.

• Elevators make me happy.

• Tasman Plaza does not exist.

• If you wake up before 1pm in NYC on a weekend you'll have a headache.

• I was there for 43 and a half hours and I didn't see one gun (other than the policeman's).  There goes that theory.

• If Anne tells me someone's a bitch, she is.

• Alright, I'm going with marble.

• If you meet someone named Anthony in NYC pay attention, it may be totally worth your time (but be wary of his girlfriend (see bullet 17)).

• Indian food is quite delicious.

• You can walk from Brooklyn to Manhattan, which, at the time, amused the hell out of me.

• And finally, yeah, fuck Staal.

There you have it.  All of the things I can remember (and mention) at the moment about my weekend.  If you know what I'm referring to, excellent.  If not, go to New York City for a weekend and if you have half as much fun as I did, maybe you'll catch on.  Talk to you all later.  I hope you enjoyed my return to the blog.