Stories from the city

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She always needs to be different from the group. I started to think that she very much needs the attention and she drags the Jewish DJ with her. Ok. Back to the boat. As I said it was packed with New York finest. All kind of party people that I really want to know what do they do for a living. Probably they are paid to be cool. The cruise was fun. The weather was nice, the alcohol poured and everybody was happy, or pretending to be. In one point, I was sitting next to Evy and she looked the other way, and two girls sat near me, put their arms around me and some guy took our picture. As you can expect, I played along and smile to the camera and they took off

Submitted: August 12, 2009

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Hi y’all, 

The weekend after Labor Day Eileen took us on a party cruise around the Manhattan Island. Of course, it was a cool trendy party with the entire weirdo’s of New York City crammed together on a leaking two deck boat. On each deck there was a different DJ. One of them suppose to a famous one that arrived from England especially for that party and got paid some 5000$ for the pleasure. To tell you the truth, I am sure nobody would have paid attention has it been some Chihuahua DJ from the Bronx… Anyhow, we supposedly should get on board at 16:00, but off course, Joel’s friend who arranged the party arrived at around 17:00…Buy the way, it seems that Joel is very famous in the New York DJ party scene. Tow hundred people out of 250 recognized him and said hi and the rest just were amazed and pointed at him. At first I thought it was because he was dressed like Fidel Castro. Short Chihuahua like Fidel. Poor guy. Eileen, who dressed like a sailor, probably maid him dress up also. She always needs to be different from the group. I started to think that she very much needs the attention and she drags the Jewish DJ with her. Ok. Back to the boat. As I said it was packed with New York finest. All kind of party people that I really want to know what do they do for a living. Probably they are paid to be cool. The cruise was fun. The weather was nice, the alcohol poured and everybody was happy, or pretending to be. In one point, I was sitting next to Evy and she looked the other way, and two girls sat near me, put their arms around me and some guy took our picture. As you can expect, I played along and smile to the camera and they took off. Evy haven’t notice all that. It was like 30 seconds and they were gone. Later on we meet another drug dealer. Two weeks in the city and we managed to meet two of those that, from some reason felt they had to tell us their occupation. The last one even offer us 3 for 50. On the way out, some girl ask Evy and me if we were coming to the after party. Sure. Yes. We are on our way…Oh, almost forgot my lighter. I had a lighter that one of Roy’s friends gave me last April while we were moving Halco to their new offices. I kept that lighter since and lost it on the cruise. Some girls asked for a light and I gave her the lighter and that was the last that I seen of it. Now it’s in the hand of some New York party girl, moving from one party to the other, seeing the inside world of the New York weirdo’s community…
 
I have something else to complain off here in the city. People are stupid or they just don’t want to use their brains, even a little. Almost every time that I am going to Starbucks I am asking for the same thing. Cappuccinograndee. I am saying it slowly and emphasis every words. It doesn’t matter. They don’t understand. They are asking me “What did you wanted? Tall fratachino?” Even dogs learn to understand the commands that people teach them because it said repeatedly and they understand the sound of what was said and not the exact words. Even if you will say bit instead of sit the dog will do it.  but not the Starbucks people. They can’t relate. What the hell going on there?! They have only three sizes to memorize. How hard is to relate same sounds in different accent to each? Tapochino bande please? Maybe Starbucks should think of hiring dogs….It would be more fun.
Another thing that makes me go crazy is the way that these people always find themselves gathering together inline. No matter where or why. They like to stand inline. You can see people grouped near one of the entrances for the subway while the next one is empty. They need to be bounded and in order most of the time…Can’t understand it.
I have another unusual incident we had. As most of you know, we are subletting for a month a small crappy apartment on the Upper East Side, waiting in anticipation mixed with fear, for Eileen’s apartment. My biggest fear is that the cousin will change her mind…Never mind. Let’s be optimistic for a while. Anyhow, during our first week in the apartment, one night, around 04:00 am I am starting to hear the rain. Something is dripping. And it’s getting stronger. I remember myself thinking of what I heard the weather forecast and can’t remember they mentioning any rain inside our apartment!!! I ran into the kitchen to find the ceiling dripping all over and it’s becoming a water fall by the minute. I ran upstairs to the neighbor above and knock very hard on the door. On my way up the stairs I could hear his tap running full open. I thought He died or killed him self and I couldn’t remember what is the emergency number here (911). Anyway, even the massive knocks didn’t wake him up. I was sure He was dead and came back down to our water world kitchen thinking of the three floors down I need to take at 04:00 in the morning with heavy luggage. It’s good that I have reasonable wife who took me back up stairs to pound the neighbor door down. Finally he woke up in horror, didn’t open the door and said he was putting paper towels (!!!) on the floor. People in this city are crazy. I don’t have other word to describe this. A while after it stopped raining. In the next morning the ceiling paint fell off. Nice.


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