Friday: Worked until 9:30pm and then went out for commiseration beers at Baker Street, my local watering hole.
Saturday: Worked until 5, then went out for commiseration bachelor party (not sure who was commiserating with who). One of my best and oldest friends is getting married, and "Part One" of his bachelor party was in NYC on Saturday. "Part Two" will be in Austin in two weeks (where his brother, the best man, lives).
The BP, attended by 20 fine young fellows, started out at Churrascaria Plataforma, the Brazilian meat emporium on 49th and 8th. Many, many different animals gave their lives for us that night, but it was a celebration, so they did not die in vain. After 2 or so hours at Plataforma, we cabbed our way to a meat emporium of a different kind - the kind where the produce perform lap dances at $20 per. Finally, when it was time to move on, we retreated to the familiar confines of Paddy McGuire's, a comfortable old Irish bar with pool tables and a good jukebox. And that's Saturday.
Sunday: The second-to-last acting class, where we readied ourselves for next week's performance of Waiting for Godot. Or rather, scenes from Godot. Either way, it's pretty boring stuff, and I have chosen not to subject my friends and family to the performance. They can observe my work in a few years, when I'll be performing on screen at a multiplex near you. Just wait.
Finally, that night was my sister's belated birthday dinner, postponed from the Sunday prior due to mass flooding and related hysteria. Dinner was at South Street Seaport which, as expected, provided us with stellar views and sub-par food and service. 1 outta 3 ain't bad, I guess.
And that's the weekend.
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