thanksgiving daze - mike & dennis style

Inhale...

Tuesday Dennis is supposed to fly into JFK Airport at around 6:00. He has an hour layover in Cincinnati and, unfortunately, it is snowin' like a mutha in Cincy. He misses his connecting flight which is the last flight to JFK from Cincy on Tuesday... Luckily he is able to get a flight to LaGuardia. I'm already at JFK when the ol' switchero takes place so I relocate, too. He is supposed to get into LGA at around 9:00. Ends up being almost 10:00. But he makes it safe and sound. Guess what didn't. Right. His luggage...

After I nearly kill the both of us on the way home (really, I'm an excellent driver) multiple times, we decide to eat very poorly at the loverly Pat's Hubba Bubba, a '50s diner thing that is about the only restaurant on my street open at 1:00 a.m. We also attempt to go to Tigin. The bright lights and empty bar lead us to the sudden realization that bars in Stamford close at 1 a.m. on weeknights. Lame.

Wednesday We begin the first of many days attempting to retrieve Dennis' luggage. We make arrangements for them to leave the bag in the mailroom of my building. We head to the Guggenheim.

After a few hours at the Gug we decide to wander around the city for a bit. We're uptown and we end up going to the Rainbow Room for drinks. A few Manhattans heavier and an absolutely absurd bar tab lighter, we decide we're hungry. We grab a cab to Little Italy and have a great meal and a copious amount of wine. We meet Barbie and Ken and see a girl with the largest, sparkliest diamond ring I've seen in my life. What do I know, though. I'm hammered...

We then decide to go over to Avenue A for some more drinkies. At some point I hit a bump on Houston and go a tumbling. We look for someplace divey and end up at the Ace Bar. I don't find it as divey as that description. I find the kitchy collection of lunchboxes to be completely bizarre, though. We like it there. Wish I knew about the bloody mary. That sounds yummy.

I now have exactly $9 left and we have about 25 minutes to make the 1:30 a.m. train back to Stamford, the last train until 5:30 a.m. I try to convince Dennis that staying until 4 a.m. closing time and then going for breakfast before the train is a better idea. Wisely, he convinces me otherwise. We have a cab driver who tolerates us quite nicely and takes my $9. Somehow we get on the train and end up back in Stamford.

Normally there are tens of cabs at the Stamford Station. Suddenly Wednesday night there are none. We end up sharing with a bizarre couple and take forever to get to my place. Dennis informs me that our driver is drunk. He confirms this by getting out to pee on the curb while we get my chair out.

No luggage when we return.

Thursday We ain't pretty. We rest.

Again, no luggage.

Friday Luggage finally arrives in the morning.

Back to the city to wander about. I purchase way too much including (but not limited to)

* Two boxes of Pocky at M2M
* Three vegan cookies at Sacred Chow
* One Elvis bootleg at Bowery Records
* Too much coffee
* One B.R.M.C. CD at Bowery Records

Dennis purchases much less and I hate him for it. He's better than I am.

I hit another pothole. Again, I go tumbling. This time on Broadway.

Dinner in Stamford at La Hacienda.

Today I convince Dennis that it can take more than two hours to get to JFK. Really. It can. It takes less than 45 minutes... Oops! Dennis is there way too early, I'm back and getting ready to go see The Handsome Family. Apartment quiet. Sad.

Exhale...

Posted by mikewolf at November 30, 2002 03:21 PM