Monkeys, I’m late here. Sorry about that. It was an extremely full, long weekend, and I’m just back to work now, basically recovered.

The “Super” party on Friday night turned out fine. I went as “super string theory” and just wore all black with a white string pinned to my shirt. There were other, way more creative costumes. The one I liked most was this hippy guy who had a large picture of fish in the shape of an “L” on his shirt. “Super fish L”. Nice-ish.

There were some hot girls there and I spent time talking to all of them. One was a biochemist and we talked about nanobots and lobsters being functionally immortal. I loved it. I left around 1:30a.

On Saturday I got a text from one of my best friends from childhood. He suddenly said he was thinking of driving to the city with his wife and a couple friends and was wondering if I’d be around. I told him hell yes I would be, and from then on I was in guide-mode.

My friend is a resettled refugee from Cambodia whose family was placed in my tiny town when I was in first grade. At that time, and for years afterwards, we were more like family than friends. That’s the kind of relationship we have now, too. We don’t talk often, but we don’t have to. We introduce each other as brothers, and I can’t imagine an actual brother being any different.

They left NH at 4a and arrived at 9:30a Sunday in an attempt to salvage a holiday weekend plan that had been derailed the day before.  They pulled their SUV up infront of my building and there was an empty parking spot right there, miraculously. I brought them all inside for a quick drop off of their stuff, marveled at the fact he was actually there finally, and then we headed out. It was the first time any of them had been to NYC. We went up to campus first and had brunch on the block there, then down to Columbus circle where the girls hit the mall there and we guys waited outside and we smoked and talked about things and gazed out at the park on a perfect day.

Once the girls finally emerged, we walked across the park over to the southeast corner to 5th Ave, and the girls hit that stretch and we guys took off to find the guitar store. My friend is a bass player in a well-known band out there in NH.

At around 3p we started drinking, and that lasted until 1a. The next day we started early out in town, did the ferry, did Freedom Tower, did Union Square, another Guitar Center, then a bar around 3p again, and then a walk up to K-town where I treated them all to a massive Korean feast. We all got wasted, smoked and joked, and made it home by 2a. The next day I was wrecked, hungover like the flu, and stayed home from work. Today I’m back in and am racing to get back on top of things. Training tonight.

I have pictures but it’ll have to wait for now. Two steps behind, but I’m bearing down.

More soon.