Catch-Up

I’m on my Wayne “Sorry 4 the Wait” flow J I’ve been terrible about blogging lately. It’s been nearly 2 and a half weeks, and my mind has been elsewhere wandering. First, I focused on a 10-day binge that came right as my mom and brother left. I had to work for 10 days straight—no weekend off, and it was miserable. And to make matters worse, I was working 3-11, which generally isn’t too bad—when you’re able to hop in the car and make the 7-10 minute drive into work and after finishing up for the day, make the same 7-10 minute drive back home. But that isn’t the case in the Big Apple where a significant percentage of the general population doesn’t even own a car. And living in Brooklyn was the cherry on top for those 10 days. An 8-hour work day was easily turned into a 10-11 hour day with the commute alone. Getting on the subway at 11pm to head to Brooklyn is borderline torture as the subways slow down, and the typically 45-minute commute slows and drags into an hour and a half long commute. And that’s all worsened some nights by the lunatics that use the New York subway system, but I’ll get into that later. Complaints aside, needless to say, I was absolutely exhausted after that marathon. However, in a Fortunately/Unfortunately manner, those 10 work days were juxtaposed with a relaxing 4-day weekend. In my head, I’d planned to do some catch-up blogging during my 4-day couch-ride, but that didn’t happen. Nor did the 4-day couch-ride actually happen, as I did spend some time out and about.

                Actually, let’s rewind. In the midst of the long work run, I found myself this club SL one night. I’ve been a pretty big homebody for the last year and a half, and I don’t go out like I used to. But you know how sometimes you get the urge to have one of those Lady Gaga-esque “Just Dance” nights? Lol a night narrated by the lyrics “What’s goin on on the floor? I love this record baby but I can’t see straight anymore. Keep it cool, what’s the name of this club? I can’t remember but it’s alright, a-alright. Just dance.” Yeeeah, I had a craving for a blurry-visioned night with bass loud enough to make my heart beat in sync with whatever was playing. And I lost my phone. And foolishly paid an outlandish amount of a money for an unnecessary late night/early morning cab-ride to Brooklyn, all for the sake of driving over the Brooklyn Bridge. It was stupid.

                Last weekend, a friend from work took me to some places around Brooklyn that I hadn’t been. We went to Brooklyn Bridge Park and down around the DUMBO area. DUMBO is one of the coolest acronyms I know; Down Under Manhattan Bridge Overpass. The Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges are pretty close to each other, so in that area I had cool views of both, as well as the financial district skyline, views of the upper east side, and Govna’s Island.

                So that’s the expedited game of Catch-Up!



Anyone seen "The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3?" Denzel shoots John Travolta here!