Thank You, Global Warming

On Saturday night my friends and I went to Oblivia, a small bar, in the Lower East Side for someone's birthday. There was no dance floor but there was a huge screen behind the bar that played black and white movies. So I was watching the screen, trying to figure out what the movie was about and all of a sudden, there's a lady convulsing in bed, looking like she was possessed. I guess it's appropriate for the Halloween season? Eh, no. She wasn't possessed. It was soft porn. Black and white soft porn?! I thought people were all conservative and prudish back in the day. Anyways, we left Oblivia and tried to find another place to go to but we ended up going to Cafeteria, a swanky 24/7 restaurant (with a bar), that served yummy-in-my-tummy breakfast. It's not as good as the Halal Cart, but nevertheless, it was satisfying.


On Sunday morning my friend made us buttermilk pancakes for lunch. I'm glad I don't live with her because I'd be 20 pounds heavier. She's the best cook ever! After I headed to my favorite place, Sheep Meadow in Central Park. A couple weeks ago I wrote that it was the last beautiful day of the year, where it's a perfect 78 degrees with people sunbathing in the park. I lied. This weekend was beautiful, too! I laid out for almost four hours--anything to keep away the pasty white winter skin.

There were many shirtless, good looking men around me. Sounds great, right? No, not so great. They're probably all gay. You may ask, how do you know they're not straight? Would a shirtless straight guy lie a couple of inches away from another guy? Unless they were stranded in the forest at night and needed body heat to survive, I think not.

I ended my night back at my friend's place...once again, eating. Last night was the fifth consecutive night that I slept there this week. I'm still not used to all the traffic noise, especially the loud ass garbage trucks that come at 4am.