I had an intense week. It started with me trying to get a car and failing and then my wonderful plan for getting my grandma’s stuff was ruined. I ended up renting a U-Haul on Friday and barely making back in Bloomington to play a show, and then I had to unload the truck and I didn’t get to party as much as I could have. Saturday I tried to get a loan from the bank. They said they would get it done first thing Monday. It ended up being Wednesday. At least I got it, but I missed my brother’s graduation, which was the whole point of this trip.
Drove straight to NY, got lost, got a ticket in bumfuck, PA. Got in at 4am, slept at the hotel till 8am. Got together with Jeremy and Kristine and walked all around. Little Italy was nice, we went into a nice and cool bar that was having a $2 world cup special, and I watched Brazil pick apart Japan. That night we drove out to Long Island to go camping, but we got lost and ended up in East NYC for a while and then when we got to the campsite it was too late to check in, so we called up BJ’s aunt and crashed in her living room in Long Beach. The Taco Bell ran out of tortillas that night so I couldn’t get a quesadilla, and I was sad. Breakfast the next day was good and then we went wading in the Atlantic. It was too cold to swim, but it was fun anyways. Went to the Met, and then went to the MoMA. They were doing a dada exhibition, I like dada a lot. Afterwards we got dinner with Vanessa, an old friend from Paris. It was tasty and good to see her. We went to a bar with some of her friends, they are pretty cool. Talked world cup some. Tara got trashed. Then we drove home at 2am, it was a good drive. Got into my house around 7. I’m pretty tired. My car is doin pretty good though. I’ve put 1200 miles on it so far. Woo!
