But when i finally did wake up it must've been 11am, or noon.
Ate the rest of last night;s dinner, played with Cheesecake, re-read the first half of the Communist Manifesto to get my charge up for the rest of the day, and drank a cup of freshly brewed coffee that Aaron so kindly made me.
It smelled damn good, and tasted even better. I usually put almond/soy milk in my coffee, if i ever drink it. Although, i know i swore not to drink anymore because of last time, BUT! Last time i hadn't eaten anything, really,and it was the middle of the night, and this time it was not espresso, just black coffee and I sipped it. Slowly. Savoring the rich creamy flavor.mmm
No effects, whatsoever. :)
We left the house around 1:30 pm i'd say, grabbed the train to 14th st, downtown Manhattan, transferred to the F to the East Village. We got off at Delancey st., Aaron got 10 potstickers for $2, haha what a deal, and scarfed them back while I read about a vegan sandwich shop in Brooklyn in some newspaper.
we walked over to E. Houston to check out Ashkara Restaurant - I read online they had vegan options and falafel BAR! with belgian fries.
They did! I got a small falafel sandwich, but after I filled it with peppers, pickles, tomatoes, cucumbers, cabbage, hot sauce, garlic sauce and carrots, it was a fattie.
All full. I have to say that was the best damn falafel I've ever had in my life. and i've eaten a lot of falafels!
Ashkara Vegetarian Restaurant. 189 E. Houston st. 4 stars.
but, their Baklava wasn't good at all. :/
Then, we walked more around the East Village, heading toward The Strand. (big ass second hand bookstore in NY) I <3 the strand. On the way I saw 3 hydrants busted open leaking water everywhere all down the street...so negligent. one of each corner. There's pictures, check later.
At the Strand, i found a cooking book ALL. ABOUT. GARLIC. ! it's called, can you believe, "Garlic". haha.
Also, i found The Diaries of Isabelle Ebrhardt: Nomad. I love this girl. We are somehow connected. I can just feel it. I feel so much relation to this woman. So much energy. So much love for the desert.
I also bought 2 other books, i can't remember cause I shipped them home today.
So much more but i will continue later, i am rather parched.
-B
Continued:
After Strands, we met up with Cody and headed to Phebes Bar for the Russian Meetup.
http://www.meetup.com/nycr
Met a few cool people and talked to one russian girl who traveled to Egypt and asked her all about it.
I learned a few phrases also, contained herein are phonetic translations:
Kak Skezat - "how do you say?"
Zdrovstoycheh - formal greeting
oichin priyatna - pleaure to meet you
horrosho - good
kanyeshna - of course!
osta rrojna - be careful (warning)
Then booked off to Lauralee's house in Chinatown/LowerEastSide.
she has a new kitten named Bubu.
Cool ass roommates, and i got into a hot hot heated debate with an Argentinian Jew about the Gaza strip, soup-of-the-day wartime. I kindof needed some verbal action. Haven't had it in awhile.
It was interesting. He was arguing for his "people", and I played anthropologist and broke down how race doesn't exist. lulz.
also we spoke on Bloomberg, capitalism, things i can't even remember.
Then, L.B. got a txt from her rmmate who went out to an open bar that she was incapacitated.
We struck a cab to the bar, picked her ass up and got her into a cab.
There was a horrible breakup scene outside the bar after they took off.
and i quote, "I just dont understand how you can leave me like this, so suddenly!??"
Man. close to home, but im patched up. I still heard her though, through my bones, i shivered.
I heard her, through my veins, blocked arteries.
she was a mess, and i could only envision the following months for her, a reflection of my recent past.
and i quote, "I'm 30 years old, i just cant play these games anymore, i can't be with you."
and she sobs. and she yells. and he walks.
down Stanton, away from her life. Friends yelled obscenities and coddled her.
and i took off. I took off to go find this 24 hour vegan Indian place, Punjabi.
Lordy lawdy, internet articles are decieving.
Was vegan all right, BUT, appeared as a liquor store,with a deli case of food.
Not my thing at 2am. surprisingly.
Skipped back to Bleecker in Greenwich village and got my $2 falafel that i get everytime im here.
Yatagan falafel on bleecker. $2
right next to Esperanto cafe, where as a first-time new yorker 3 years ago i spent pratcically every single night for 30 days straight in, from around 9pm till 6am or sometimes 7am.
I was a vampire in those days.
Esperanto cafe - great for Vampires. vampires who need free wi-fi.
I stopped in for some Genmaicha and spoke to another russian far east russia.
said he wanted to move to Cali so he could grow his own marijuana. lulz.
went to the W4 st station and just missed the A Far Rock train, but to my advantage i continue my travels of meeting random people. I sat down at the bench and this guy starts talking to me. I tell him i'm traveling and where I would love to go. Etc etc. He tells me how he used to travel when he was my age. He got his degrees in accounting and had a real good banking job after his vagabond days. lost his job due to stock market crashs, laid off bullshit, and is now 30 (and i quote, "im already 30 and i'm a host for a restaurant in NY") He's also a fairly attractive gay man (he told me this ) withno partner, and is depressed about the way his life has turned out. Even though he's sitting there giving me advice about living life to the fullest and being aware of my surroundings, (he doesn't know me at all! lol).
He pulls out a 40 of malt liquor. haha. and we get on the next far rock chatiting away, him divulging all his lifes "tribulations". What is it with people sharing their lives with me after 3 minutes of talking to me? Do i give off a therapist vibe? that was (slightly) rhetorical.
So, i got home around 5am. fell asleep and woke up at 11am to hot hot heat. not the band, the fahrenheit.
Tomorrow's blog soon to be, stay tuned.
Love and light to all!
B. J. Young
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