I left off on my NYC arrival, which was as before stated, uneventful.
A few parties, seeing some wonderful people I missed a lot (Steve, Fahy, Picarello, Quigley) and some people I didn't miss so much, but was really glad to see (Conway, Priany, Huber, Schneider and others). We had fun, I won at beerpong. All good. I saw Alex and Zander and went to some gay club, danced, fun times. Last week I went to a BBQ at my friend Aidan's house, don't remember too much of what happened, but I behaved well and had a lot of fun. Few days ago was Steve's birthday and I don't remember anything. (Note to the kids: Don't show up high to a drink special then drink you're ass off) I heard I behaved badly, who knows? I also met up with Jacob, Alyssa, Melissa, and Sarah, and I was so so so happy to see them. I was exhausted so maybe they didn't read that part. But I was. It was a great culmination to the Joe week.
That is it. The entirety of my adventurous life. That is of course except for the best week so far on this trip... the unexpected: Week of Joe.
Joe, from the roadtrip (may he rest in Korean peace) {He's not dead, he's in Korea for a year[same thing], and you may be able to read about it in his blog if he ever writes in it [never gonna happen]}, good ol' Joe, came back from visiting his girlfriend, the Colombian, in Argentina and he came to NYC. Now most people you ask would aswer the question, "Is it a good idea to stay with you're ex for a week, even though you don't really like each other and you havn't really spoken in years?" with, "No, in fact that is downright mildly retarded." But not Joe. I still love the kid, and he knows it... but no... not Joe. Joe is a special breed of man who thinks, "Sounds dandy." Yes, yes... dandy.
So Joe comes and yadda yadda yadda... a text messege arrives a morning after he has slept in my home stating, "When are you picking up your stuff?" Expected, yet still cold. So is born the unexpected: Week of Joe.
During this week we roam, walk, run, drink, laugh, and make fun of everyone and everything with and without a pulse. It was the most political incorrect week of my year, and i ejoyed it very much. I got to be every -ist in the book, and a few -phobics. definately no -philiacs. We made fun of everything from God to sad old ladies, from Oprah to babies, and I regret not a second of it. It was a nice way to leave nothing sacred. Our adventures in NYC were topped off by an amazing Adult Situations concert. The best I have seen. Though if Nick said myspace one more time on stage i might have left. After a week of semi-drunk, semi-laid back and mildly expensive week, Joe sadly departed back to Houston and has now left for Korea. But I am very glad I got to know him much better than I thoguht I ever would. I had a great week. [Thanks Joe, footie, Bratwurst, and the ghetto]
I have also watch a good 3/4 of the cup games. [Whoever does not know what I am refering to with "the cup" is probably dead or retarded and therefore not reading this]. That has been amazing. Italy in the final?? Sorry Angelo, but WTF?? HOW?? All good though. I'm just happy Brazil fell earlier than later.
I'll post pictures ASAP.
Words are boring, and I know reading is hard.
I've got one week of packing and then I'm turnign one year older adn shipping off. Wish me luck.
It was an overall Joe-tastic Experience. This is Joe on the left and his friend matt, or was it mark?joe? james? oh Todd?? well we went to visit Joe's friend and Joe's friend's boyfriend in Williamsburg and saw they're swaky apartment with NYC skyline views, ate at the bougie-est diner in the world, watched Strangers with Candy and drank beer. It was all around a great time. I did not steal this picture from Joe's friend's facebook...Except I did 'cuz I don't have a camera. 
