visiting nyc is very hard for me sometimes...mostly because i miss the hell out of it. saw some old friends at my sin-e show last night and it was truly wonderful. met some amazing new people, as well. it was beyond cool.
but back to the sad shit.
i ate at lombardi's pizza. the first pizzaria in this country, according to the signs on the wall of the restaurant. hmm...could be slanted. but i choose to believe it. i love lombardi's. and it's in my old neighborhood. the last place i lived before moving to los angeles was on mulberry between grand and broome. walking around those streets was almost painful. many memories. or maybe it was all the pizza i ate. i don't know. at any rate, i was in some sort of pain.
and the show was fun. i forgot about all that nonsense and truly enjoyed myself. and i got to see my old friends, as i mentioned. which only made me miss nyc more.
now i'm upstate at my mom and dad's house for a show tomorrow night and thanksgiving. ran to my old high school this morning and decided to jog on the track for a while. when i was in high school i couldn't make it around twice without having to walk - ya, that's 1/2 mile, and i know it's pathetic - so i found it quite amusing to run and run and run...and then run back home. of course, the ice cream, chicken parmesan, bread and butter, tapioca pudding and brownies that i later consumed certainly negated any positive steps i might have taken towards superior physical fitness...oh well.
i have this weird habit that has been part of my homecoming ever since i can remember. i open the refridgerator and look through everything - tasting as i go. i open the cabinets, too. i look on the counters by the stove because that is where my mom usually keeps bread and bread-like items such as cookies and pound cake. i'm not hungry and it doesn't matter.
also discovered that my parents drink "molson XXX" - that awful tasting 7.2% beer. ick. what happened to the microbreweries, pop?
in other news, i watched my friend on TRL today. his first video on mtv. weird feeling. less than a year ago we were staying in a beyond shitty motel 6...he woke up one morning face down on a bare, stain-covered mattress...why would he want to trade that for rock stardom, huh? well, maybe i can get him some "dirty feet" scented candles. he can light em up in the nice, clean hotel rooms and remember the good old days...
oh - and happy thanksgiving to you all...