Avoiding Booze and Poker
I'm a little melancoly today for no apparent reason. Maybe it's the weather. It's pretty gloomy and overcast. We're getting the end of some hurricane from Florida. I got up early (10:45) this morning after being out partying until 4:30AM. I got up thinking there was a brunch happening. I was wrong. I walked over to the law school to find a huge group leaving for the Mets game. No brunch. Sadness. I then decided I wanted to watch Kill Bill 1 and 2 but I didn't have the girl's number who owned the DVDs. I spent a couple hours trying to get it and finally went to brunch at a diner called "the kitchenette" in Harlem. The prices were only ok, but the food was filling. After brunch I went to watch the Kill Bills (I love the music in the first one) and by the time it was all over it was 7:30 and I was late to eat pizza, drink beer, and play poker, none of which I particularly felt like doing. I went over to the basement of Lenfest anyway and watched a foozball game while like 25 people played Texas hold 'em. I tried shooting some pool but all the cues were busted. Before long the few of us that weren't playing poker got tired of being there and the concensus was to head to a bar. The only thing I felt less like doing than playing poker was going to drink so I stopped at a store on the way to the bar and went grocery shopping, everyone else continued on to get smashed. The prices at the market were terrible but I got what I needed and went home to cook some pasta and watch "The Rainmaker". It struck a little too close to home. I think I'll turn in soon and make it an early night even though it's not quite 1 yet.
