st. patrick's in hoboken
Mar. 6th, 2004 05:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rmBack from rehearsal. Was an interesting lesson in how others perceive me. We also did this warm up where we had to say something good that happened to us this week -- just as fast as anything could pop into our heads. And um, nothing did, and I sort of freaked out. That was fun. Yeah.
Am very very tired, but I suppose that's already been established.
It was St. Patricks day in Hoboken today. They do it weeks earlier than anyone else so as not to interfere with all the other events in the area. I learned this from the hoards of drunk people with open containers on the PATH train, who apparently spend the entire month of March going from local celebration to local celebration. They told me about Manhattan and Brooklyn and Rockaway and Woodside.
In Hoboken itself there were lines of hundreds of people to get into every bar, and it had been like that since 10am apparently. Lucily there was also a parade with bagpipes and all that good stuff (I love love love bagpipes), and I couldn't help but thin of Michael and how much he always hated all of this. "Songs of the drunken potato rebellion" he called it. I wasn't impressed with the drunk people (were were in lines as long at the pizza parlors gearing up for round 2 on my way back), but I gotta say being Italian would be cooler if we had bagpipes.
Made me want to watch Road to Peridition.
The F train was messed up again and it was a bit of an oddyssey to get home. It's warm and gorgeou out and I want to be going around doing things and being famulous, but it's hard without having gotten my paycheck yet. I just keep telling myself, a few more days and I can eat outside, and go to Tartine, and check out the hamburgers made of weird animals at Sunburnt Cow. Just a few more days. Just a few more days.
Am very very tired, but I suppose that's already been established.
It was St. Patricks day in Hoboken today. They do it weeks earlier than anyone else so as not to interfere with all the other events in the area. I learned this from the hoards of drunk people with open containers on the PATH train, who apparently spend the entire month of March going from local celebration to local celebration. They told me about Manhattan and Brooklyn and Rockaway and Woodside.
In Hoboken itself there were lines of hundreds of people to get into every bar, and it had been like that since 10am apparently. Lucily there was also a parade with bagpipes and all that good stuff (I love love love bagpipes), and I couldn't help but thin of Michael and how much he always hated all of this. "Songs of the drunken potato rebellion" he called it. I wasn't impressed with the drunk people (were were in lines as long at the pizza parlors gearing up for round 2 on my way back), but I gotta say being Italian would be cooler if we had bagpipes.
Made me want to watch Road to Peridition.
The F train was messed up again and it was a bit of an oddyssey to get home. It's warm and gorgeou out and I want to be going around doing things and being famulous, but it's hard without having gotten my paycheck yet. I just keep telling myself, a few more days and I can eat outside, and go to Tartine, and check out the hamburgers made of weird animals at Sunburnt Cow. Just a few more days. Just a few more days.
