it must be my futuresex/lovesound.

holy god, what a weekend. a three-day, last weekend of the summer kind of weekend. last week a lot of people asked me, "what are you doing for labor day?" and i'd meet them with a blank look. do something? for labor day? well, let's see. i'll be sleeping late for three days in a row and probably drinking friday, saturday, and sunday. just like it's a weekend. but, you know, a weekend that lasts three days. it's not like i'm going to spend the weekend at my beach house or throw some rooftop barbecue. i guess that technically i could throw a rooftop barbecue, but it'd be really dangerous because our rooftop isn't really designed for guests or a weber grill.

all told, i logged about six hours in the park between saturday and sunday. and by the park i mean central park, not that rest stop on the jersey turnpike where you can usually find me. sunday, scott, chris, and i lounged on those big boulders in central park, where we heard a homeless, aged black man scream, "i need a JOB! and i need some GRITS! i need some GRITS and i need a JOB!" grits and a job. that's really all you need in life. then, of course, we got drunk at xes, a gay bar in chelsea. as chris said, "is there a cocktail at the end of this rainbow?" scott and i looked at him, saying "of course."

yesterday's homeless adventure in central park occurred during a picnic--catered by columbus circle whole foods--with amanda and hilary. this crazy with a z homeless guy plopped himself down right in the middle of this family with a baby. you know they were pleased. he then took the lid off of a tub of potato salad, which he then proceeded to eat like an ice cream cone. then, after eyeing us for about an hour, he came over and said that he "needed us to make a very important phone call for him. his sister...blah blah blah blah" and i don't know what he said because i was too busy pretending to read out magazine and wishing he'd just walk away. finally he said, "so, what? you want me to leave?" to which i said, "yes, sir, i do." amanda was horrified.

saturday i saw the illusionist with noah at a theater in the lower east side. don't bother seeing this movie--ahem, i'm sorry--film. it was filmed in vienna, which was the real star of the movie. that's how boring it was. looking at vienna was more interesting than the plot. and i've never even been there.