Sleep. I was pretty ready to call it a night last night at around 10 last night, but didn't want to break my streak of staying out till at least 3, so I went out against my body's better judgement. I feel pretty confident writing off the entire night, similar to what banks are doing with the NINJA loans they've been giving out over the last couple of years (on a separate note, I'm pretty angry about not having gotten one of those loans. Pawn shops aren't being so friendly these days). You can usually tell it's going to be a pretty rough night when you order your first drink and the bartender responds with, "Damn, dude, you look pretty tired." Hey man, that's why there's coke in the rum.
I spent a good chunk of daylight time out in Brooklyn yesterday, moseying around park slope, boerum hill, and brooklyn heights. I realized two things pretty quickly; one) i don't really want to live there because it's at most 10-15% cheaper than manhattan and two) it's a really nice area and i can see why people want to live there. The area screams "neighborhood" and "chillax", even more so than the upper west side.
About 8 years ago I learned a really valuable lesson from a sit-com which I've been trying to apply just very generally recently. I think it's from the fresh prince of bel-air and it goes something like this:
"There's two types of people in the world, people that watch things happen and people that make things happen. Which type do you want to be?"
Incidentally I had this flipped around on me while playing pool downtown last night, when a totally random girl I hadn't even looked at the whole night literally pulled me out of the game so we could make out. Needless to say, the other girls in her bachelorette party were none too happy.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment