Im not sure why I've decided to start writing this online journal type thing but you know I was pretty into the journal thing in high school. Although I think that was because back then I was pretty amused by the whole tortured poet type thing. Also it makes for good reading way down the line.
Yesterday we finally picked up the Golf at last. It has been over 2 months since Con-Edison's negligence blew up our poor little car.
Finally, with all of Con-Ed's money in tow, I paid the very bitchy cashier at VW and we took it. It was nice to drive out but I had this feeling that they were all laughing. I am sure they were pretty tired of me calling them every other day to see when it would be done. Glen was pretty happy with it even though he still says we were totally screwed. All that car-angst made him hungry so since we were in GN to pick up the car, we went to Seven Seas. I hate going there. I feel like we're walking into the scene of a diner hold-up only minutes before the criminals get there. Anyway, we asked for Matzoh Ball soup because even though we eat pork we have to abstain from bread this week. They brought us a large basket of bread and Matzoh ball soup with noodles. I think they missed the point. I asked them to bring me soup without noodles and they gave us a basket of cardboard, also known as Matzoh. We coordinated with my brother for that night. We were going with him to see Steven Adler's new GnR cover band in Farmingdale. I've only been to Farmingdale once before to go to Jillian's for skiball and last night I realized why I don't go there more often.
Adler's Appetite as they're called were supposed to go on at 10pm so we got to the cheesiest rock night known to humanity as late as possible. However when we got there we found an aging heavy metal band rocking out to their "original" material. They had their band's website printed on the drumset. I thought that was pretty pathetic. Its not very heavy metal. The crowd was definitely interesting. Glen said this was his first rock bar in the US and I assured him he shouldn't base his impression of American rock bars on this place in Farmingdale. There were lots of guys with long hair. Really long hair. They wore cowboy hats, tight jeans, bail bonds t shirts, leather pants, and sported badly drawn tattoos. The DJ played terrible heavy metal and hard rock at uncomfortable volumes. Glen said he thought he saw Dog the Bounty Hunter a couple of times. After the terrible DJ we were "treated" to another terrible band playing originals from their 4th album. Finally, after watching the Jack Ass movie on the tv screens with no sound, the band finished. They started setting up for Adler's band. Two go-go girls took the stage to entertain and wow the crowds. One was ok but the other one looked like a fat house wife who was trying to role play after reading to many back issues of Cosmo. She was disgusting and very much loved by the guys surrounding her and stuffing dollars in her bustier.
Finally Adler was sitting behind his drumset. Some fans in jean jackets with pink floyd patches sewn on screamed and made their "rock" hands at him. Finally the band took the stage. They were decent and played all of Appetite for Destruction with only 2 or 3 originals cleverly slipped in. I found it incredibly sad because this guy at one point had millions of fans, millions of dollars, millions of chicks, and played in front of millions of people. Now he was sitting at some crappy drumset in some cheesy bar in Long Island, playing in front of maybe 50 people. It was so so sad.
Some freak started making bunny ears at them from the audience and randomly pointing at the ceiling. The bassist kicked some guy later for apparently trying to give Adler some pot of black powder. Around 1 we all realized we had to work today and left.
We watched American Splendor tonight which I thought was pretty good actually. I almost dimissed it as some Julianne Moore movie but I was obviously pretty wrong about it. I thought it was good. We ate sushi from kuzaku.
The other night we saw Kung Fu Hustle which definitely takes it for being creative and different from most garbage we see now and then. It was funny and clever and although I could hardly see the subtitles, I enjoyed it.
I was tired today. I didn't go to the gym. I felt bad because I knew those old people were counting on my entertainment. They love wondering what I'm doing at their Y and making comments. They think its weird that I go. As one older pregnant man said to me the other day, "If I was as skinny as you I wouldn't come." But I like the old people and how they work out in jeans or "slacks" while reading the paper. Some of them are pretty hardcore, ex cops or cia members. It beats NYSC on Austin Street which I tried belonging to 4 years ago.
