v Below paragraph is probably TMI.
^Above paragraph was TMI.
Like there's even a little post-it note with the phone number and the words "Call about Dermatology" on my desk. I need to get it done.
ANYWAY.
My new philosophy for handling days that verge off in the direction of shitty before 10 AM is convince yourself that "Today is going to rock by virtue of everything shitty that could possibly happen having happened before 9:30, so the rest is going to be awesome." If this doesn't work, drink a can of SLAP and suddenly everything is better. It's probably just a placebo effect, but everything is funnier with huge amounts of caffeine. I like the green apple kind. It's yummy. Anything you find out on facebook shot of someone dying is not worth letting it ruin your day. And that's all I'm going to say about that because this entry already verging on passive-aggressive and it is soooooo not meant to be.
On Saturday, some friends were in town so I called up another friend in the city and we went to Central Park for... THE LIGHTSABER BATTLE OF THE CENTURY!!! Pictures below:
I'm the dork in red. Also included in this photo, and much prettier than me, are a Kota, a Brazile, and an Alex.
A video of the event:
If you're ever in Central Park and want to see what huge rock it is we're climbing on, if you go in near Columbus Circle and head just a little bit north, you'll see this huge dome of glacial leftovers attached to a concrete construction playground. In summer they pipe water through it. That's our battle spot.
I leave you with a Leez, an Alex, and a Kota doing battle:
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