It has to be some enzyme in the blood

The Grobby could not handle staying put for more than two weeks at home and booked a flight to New York City. Now she can be happy again – reliving her perfect NYC day..

Yesterday I went to a Los Lonely Boys concert at the Zilker park in Austin. Several people I invited refused to be outside when the temperature was around 100F (weak…).  “What the heck”, I said to myself, and just went on my own. Parked my car on the side of the highway, and hiked 20 minutes to the place where the concert was taking place. There were sooooooo many people there so I had to find a spot pretty far away from the stage. Strategically placing myself far away from people with large dogs (and there were MANY) of those, I sat there and ate my just purchased sausage in a tortilla (who had this brilliant idea, who knows?).   An hour in, when the concert still hadn’t started, I started feeling sorry for myself as I had no interest in sitting there in the dark all by myself, between a family whose average member was double my size on one side and a drooling baby on the other side.

Then the band started playing at some point, but since I was sitting so far, I could not see them at all and could barely hear them. I then decided to give up and commenced my hike back along the dark highway (this sounds like an Eagles song, I think). The hike was good for burning the calories of the greasy sausage and listening to another podcast in Portuguese. So all in all, I had a productive evening and I learned an important lesson – outdoor concerts are not designed for individuals. One must bring company to account for potential delays, large distances from the stage or long dark hikes along the highway.

Grobby vs. Kitchen 1:1

Improvised lentil soup -> great success!

Improvised veggies burgers -> fail. Veggie mesh anyone?

Creative Statistics Applied to Men-Women Relationships

On my way to explore yet another eating place in my area (this time 5 Guys Burgers -it was OK), I was listening to some talk show that came on the radio. A girl who was doing her PhD, I assume in Psychology, came on the show to talk about her research. It was about the predictors for susceptibility/motivation to cheat and how they differ between men and woman. The only thing that was consistent between men and women was that if they have anxiety about their performance at home, they will be more likely to cheat. In layman’s terms, the conclusion of her study was that the only thing that can be used to predict men’s behavior was their level of sexual libido and not the state of their relationships, level of satisfaction with current relationship, appreciation from the partner, etc., etc. The host of the show seemed very disappointed that she cannot control her man in this case, regardless of how hard she tries to invest in the relationship. For women, the results were obviously different and since I don’t really remember what the PhD person said about them, aside from the words “regression”, “independent variable”, “blah”, blah”, I assume they were not so important. In any case, I thought her study was some kind of exercise in Stats 101.

Not sure how any of this is useful but I guess listening to this show was better than listening to Katy Perry’s Last Friday Night for the 1000 time.

A scene at a bar

Guy asks: What do you do for living?
Me: Nothing, I’m a trust fund baby.
Guy: Can I get your phone number?

Contemplative Sunday

I remember back when I used to work (yes, this was such a  long time ago), the worst time of the week was not Monday morning or Wednesday afternoon, but Sunday evening. Those were the times when I would sit there and think  about the tough week awaiting ahead for me, brood over my self-perceived problems and bathe in self-pity (this Adele who I recently discovered can provide a good background music for this mood). Now, that I am a free spirit, Sunday  night is actually great because it is full of anticipation towards a lively week , full of changes and new opportunities that cannot arise during the week.  A new appreciation has been gained towards Sunday nights. At least for the meantime.

A few days ago, the AC in my house broke down. With 36C or 98F in the shade, this sure was not fun. I lay there half dead on the couch, watching the dog in liquid state half dead on the floor, worrying about the technician dying outside while fixing the thing when I really started to miss NYC. True, the heat on the subway platform kills, everywhere is crowded and dirty but at least one has so many great places to escape the craziness and enjoy the amazing summer. I started fantasizing about a perfect day in the city.

My day in NYC

I would wake up in the morning (not too early, of course). Walk to Aroma Espresso Bar on 72nd and Amsterdam for a great brunch of eggs, vegetables and their amazing bread. Then I would walk through the park, not missing the Sheep Meadow and maybe walk by one of the lakes, perhaps stop over to take some pictures or read my book. Then I would take the train to Prince Street and roam around Soho. Then drift to Thompson and go to Hiroko’s Place which I discovered last summer when all my other favorite coffee shops in the area closed down all of the sudden.  I took a real liking to this place as I went there just a couple of months after visiting Tokyo which I absolutely loved. The waiters at Hiroko’s are Japanese, dressed in chic-schoolgirl style. They even greet you with a “irashaimase” when you enter the place. Most of the customers are normally authentic Japanese as well. I don’t know if they might be tourists. The menu is kind of strange for me at least, as they serve proper food and The bookshelf at the cafe is full of Japanese magazines I obviously cannot understand. All and all – I look like I don’t fit in at all at this place and this is part of what makes it cool. I can pretend I am in Japan while I am sitting on a little white couch and reading my book in the heart of Soho.

The selection of great coffee shops is one of the things I miss the most about NYC lifestyle.

So after spending a couple of hours at Hiroko’s, I would meet a friend and we’ll go roam around some more, maybe window shopping, maybe visit some street market. The evening will commence with a dinner at one of my favorite places such as Twelve Chairs or Gigino’s in Tribeca. Or  maybe we will go to a concert, an off- Broadway show, Night at the Museum and finish with some great Salsa vibe at Oliva’s in Lower East Side.

Oh my lovely Manhattan, how I miss thou!!

p.s. this post has been written after a prolonged exposure to Starbucks coffee and should be read keeping in mind the resulting relative instability of the writer.