Labor Day
Something ain’t right. Something is missing somewhere. The motivation and the spark is low. I am watching Justin Timberlake in MSG on HBO. Pretty decent. I was very prejudiced regarding his talent. The guy seems to be pretty damn good. He sounds like Michael Jackson at times. He dances well and this show that he put on is pretty cool with good music and all. Work is going on.
When you have most of the things too soon in life you go out there looking for something else to do to fill that void. It has been 3 weeks since I came back from Bangalore but it seems like a lifetime ago.
Last weekend was pretty decent. My wife and I decided to go to central park and hang out there on Saturday. We had some brunch by the lake side restaurant. Pretty expensive it was but it was good. We wanted to take a row on the boat but those guys didn’t accept anything but cash and I didn’t have any and hence we didn’t go boating. Instead we slept on the grass while she was reading some stuff. After that we went downtown and did some furniture looking. We went to this wholesale place to see if we could get a bed set for our master bedroom but we didn’t find anything interesting. After that we came back to jersey and then ended up going to circuit city and we got poorer cos we bought a nice 40 Inch LCD TV for our bedroom. We dumped it into our truck and then went and got some Thai. My cousin was with us. We picked up some Stella along the way as it has become my favorite beer. We had some Stella and some Thai. We got home pretty early and hit the sac as we had something lined up for Sunday.
Sunday we were up by 8:30 and we got ready. The idea was to take the train to the city and then take the subway into the US open in queens. I decided against it and wanted to drive. I wanted to check the parking situation and realized that there was construction happening at the open parking lot and hence it was going to be shitty. The arrangement was that we would park at the Shea stadium and then walk across to the USTA. I decided against it and hence the three of us rushed to the train station and took the train to NYC Penn station. My wife is an expert in travel around the city and we left it in her able hands. We left home at 9:30 and we were at the open by 11:30. Oh man! What seats they were. I was fortunate enough to get court side tickets. We got to watch Serena, Venus and Nadal play on Sunday from the second row. It was an awesome experience. The beer, the atmosphere and the seats made it all worthy. We were stupid enough not to carry any hats with us and we were burnt to crisp. I am dark and fat now. We ended up going to my wife’s office. It was pretty cool even though I was grumbling all the way. I wanted to be home for some reason and I have no clue why. I pretty much behave like a spoilt brat when things don’t go my way and my wife does well to remind me about the same. Maybe some day I will learn to be a little more considerate wholeheartedly. By the way, I think I am one of the fastest guys on the earth to type with two fingers. We came home and then started assembling the sleek stand that we got for our TV. I must thank my cousin for being patient and hanging out with us and helping us finish the whole damn thing. We were done at around 3 in the night thanks to some out of the box thinking by both my wife and my cousin. The only thing I am probably good is my job. I suck at the rest and am a pretty one dimensional person. Monday was a nice and relaxed day. We tried lunch at some shitty Indian restaurant where the service was horrible. We went to my sister’s place and hung out there for some time. Came home and did a lot of stuff. All in all it was a very productive weekend.
I wish I could watch Tendulkar batting in this English series. It is like the candle which burns brightly before it goes out forever. I wish the man well. He has conducted himself with poise and dignity. A perfect role model to people who want to achieve things that mere mortals do not or are not capable of thinking off. This guy JT is pretty good and has a good ensemble of artists complimenting him.
Peace out and fuck you money.
When you have most of the things too soon in life you go out there looking for something else to do to fill that void. It has been 3 weeks since I came back from Bangalore but it seems like a lifetime ago.
Last weekend was pretty decent. My wife and I decided to go to central park and hang out there on Saturday. We had some brunch by the lake side restaurant. Pretty expensive it was but it was good. We wanted to take a row on the boat but those guys didn’t accept anything but cash and I didn’t have any and hence we didn’t go boating. Instead we slept on the grass while she was reading some stuff. After that we went downtown and did some furniture looking. We went to this wholesale place to see if we could get a bed set for our master bedroom but we didn’t find anything interesting. After that we came back to jersey and then ended up going to circuit city and we got poorer cos we bought a nice 40 Inch LCD TV for our bedroom. We dumped it into our truck and then went and got some Thai. My cousin was with us. We picked up some Stella along the way as it has become my favorite beer. We had some Stella and some Thai. We got home pretty early and hit the sac as we had something lined up for Sunday.
Sunday we were up by 8:30 and we got ready. The idea was to take the train to the city and then take the subway into the US open in queens. I decided against it and wanted to drive. I wanted to check the parking situation and realized that there was construction happening at the open parking lot and hence it was going to be shitty. The arrangement was that we would park at the Shea stadium and then walk across to the USTA. I decided against it and hence the three of us rushed to the train station and took the train to NYC Penn station. My wife is an expert in travel around the city and we left it in her able hands. We left home at 9:30 and we were at the open by 11:30. Oh man! What seats they were. I was fortunate enough to get court side tickets. We got to watch Serena, Venus and Nadal play on Sunday from the second row. It was an awesome experience. The beer, the atmosphere and the seats made it all worthy. We were stupid enough not to carry any hats with us and we were burnt to crisp. I am dark and fat now. We ended up going to my wife’s office. It was pretty cool even though I was grumbling all the way. I wanted to be home for some reason and I have no clue why. I pretty much behave like a spoilt brat when things don’t go my way and my wife does well to remind me about the same. Maybe some day I will learn to be a little more considerate wholeheartedly. By the way, I think I am one of the fastest guys on the earth to type with two fingers. We came home and then started assembling the sleek stand that we got for our TV. I must thank my cousin for being patient and hanging out with us and helping us finish the whole damn thing. We were done at around 3 in the night thanks to some out of the box thinking by both my wife and my cousin. The only thing I am probably good is my job. I suck at the rest and am a pretty one dimensional person. Monday was a nice and relaxed day. We tried lunch at some shitty Indian restaurant where the service was horrible. We went to my sister’s place and hung out there for some time. Came home and did a lot of stuff. All in all it was a very productive weekend.
I wish I could watch Tendulkar batting in this English series. It is like the candle which burns brightly before it goes out forever. I wish the man well. He has conducted himself with poise and dignity. A perfect role model to people who want to achieve things that mere mortals do not or are not capable of thinking off. This guy JT is pretty good and has a good ensemble of artists complimenting him.
Peace out and fuck you money.
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