The Return of the Husband

What a weekend. I just napped, so I think I'm finally up for reliving everything we have done since Thursday night, after Adam's triumphant return. Here it goes...

Thursday
After another good day working at DK, I impatiently dialed Adam over and over, as he was supposed to meet me in Manhattan after work. When he didn't pick up after the fourth dial, I naturally assumed he had been hit by shrapnel or eaten by a crocodile. Running outside, I scanned the street and lo, there he was, rounding the corner, looking proud of himself for making the moment so dramatic. So we embraced and kissed, la dee da, and were just so happy. We were so happy that it made us feel utterly starved so we went in search of sushi. We found Yummy Village Sushi just in time to get out of the rain that had begun to fall. We dined on some delicious rolls, miso soup, and plenty of sake. We walked up to Washington Square Park after that, and Adam played a valiant game of chess with a surly Russian man. I made a couple inane suggestions, which were kindly scoffed at. Pretty soon we decided it was time to get back to the subway, and it was at just about that moment when the rain--which had temporarily stopped--decided to return with a fury. We ran pell-mell for the nearest station while the thunder raged above us...quite a different experience being out on the street, let me tell you. A man selling umbrellas yelled at us as we ran by:

"Buy an umbrella! You'll get wet, but she won't!"

Finally, we made it back, completely soaked, and headed home. A lovely and soggy end to the evening.

Friday
Since Friday's are half days at DK, I was out at about noon, and headed home for lunch. After that we decided to go shopping, and after repeated failures at Filene's Basement (clothes for old people) and Anthropologie (clothes for rich hippies) and Banana Republic (clothes for sinfully rich people), we figured that luck was not with us. So we went and ate some diner food. After that, we made our way to Central Park to attend a free Comedy Central stand-up comedy show, hosted by Dave Atell. We managed to sit right in the front row, so we might be on TV when they air it! We'll keep you posted. Our favorite was Ted Alexandro, who kinda sorta reminded us of Jamie. You can see a great clip of him here!

Saturday
Oy, Saturday. Such a good day, but such a LONG DAY. After our previous shopping bungle, we were determined to succeed. We headed to H&M on 34th Street, and hallelujah, there was clothes. Lots of wonderful, wearable, fashionable, affordable clothes. And it was good.

We stayed there for a couple of hours, feeling all saavy and stylin', and then headed to have a slice of pizza and walk around. We came upon a comic book convention by chance, and headed inside to have a peek. It was a bit of a madhouse inside, with comic book vendors, artists, and assorted geeks wandering about, speaking their strange language and being generally dorky. Adam was quite enamored with it all, and got to see a copy of the very first Spider-Man comic and some original Spider-Man drawings. After some more wandering around, the weird got weirder. As we entered another part of the level, we saw all these things, in turn.

1. Two or three WCW wrestlers.
2. An ex-(very ex-) Playboy Bunny
3. Sundry Jedi
and finally, 4. Bud Bundy

Yeah, I really mean Bud Bundy, from Married, With Children. The real guy. He was just chillin' there with his friend, who was for some reason wearing some kind of flak suit and black eye-liner. Oh, Bud. Where did you go astray?

Finally, we went to Macy's for shoes. If you've never been in Macy's in Manhattan before, you should know that it's the largest department store in the world. Yes, you heard me right. The entire world. The universe, possibly. Because really, only humans are absurd enough to pack that much hedonistic merchandise into one single location. Adam got a couple of highly swanky dress shoes, which he was quite pleased with. While there, we asked a man what floor women's shoes were on. This was his response:

"Four and five."
I goggled at him. "Four and five?"
"Yep. Women get everything in Macy's. Men just get a little section."
I turned my head to look at the yawning chasm that was the Men's shoe section, roughly the size of a blue whale and said, "This is small?"
He smirked. "Go upstairs. You'll see."

So we did. Oh my. The entire floor (all women's shoes) was crowded with flocks of women observing themselves in all types of gold, jewel-encrusted, 5-inch high, straps every-which-way shoes, while Macy's employees fluttered to and fro with teetering piles of shoeboxes in their arms. Discounted shoes were scattered helter-skelter all over the place, as if rooted through by a pack of rabid wolves. All I wanted was a nice black heel. Is that too much to ask?

I eventually found a nice, affordable pair, and tried them on.
"How do they look?" I asked.
"Great! That is, aside from the leprosy."

Let me explain. Last weekend, while out with Vicki drinking at a lovely outdoor patio in Cobble Hill, I was eaten alive by mosquitoes. The result of which was a profusion of disgusting red welts all over my legs. Adam and I decided that I looked positively diseased, and figured that calling it leprosy was as good as anything.

So, aside from the leprosy, the shoes were great, and we went home victorious. We had a little fashion show, and that was that. That night we watched Little Shop of Horrors, which Adam had never seen before. He loved it. He just spontaneously started singing "Suddenly Seymour" as I typed that sentence.

Sunday
Today was slightly less chaotic, but still quite busy. We headed to the Tompkins Square Farmer's Market to pick up some produce, which you can see if you go to our Photo Website! After that we had some insanely cheap Indian food, and then went to Park Slope to check out a gourmet food market. On the way we unexpectedly ran into a street festival going on in Cobble Hill. There was Spanish food everywhere, jewelry, hand-woven baskets, bands playing and people doing the Salsa. It was just so random and vibrant; it's one of the things that make New York City so great. There was even a little girl and her mother, selling lemonade for 50 cents.

It had gotten very hot at this point in the day, and we were doing a great deal of walking. By the time we got to Union Market, all we wanted to do was go to sleep. But we managed to pick out some fresh ravioli, goddess salad dressing and a couple other things before heading back home. While waiting for the subway back, this little scene occurred:

Tall, Pretty Blonde: Does this shuttle go to Park Place?
Me: Let me check...yeah, it does.
Tall, Pretty Blonde: Oh great, thanks! (She walks a few feet away)
*Pause*
Adam: Do you want to go to Park Place?
Me: We just came from there.
Adam: But she's going to Park Place.
Me: Adam, why would I want to go to Park Place?
Adam: She's going to Park Place... (points at Tall, Pretty Blonde)
Me: (Looks at Blonde. Pause. Looks back at Adam and glares.)

He loves to do this to me because I fall for it every time. When we finally got home, I fell asleep on Adam while he played Star Wars Battlefront. The perfect marriage.

That's it for our weekend, check the photo site for a couple new images!