We're Headed Up My Mom's Ass!

Last night I hung out at Tribeca for the first time since it had been changed over from the Cafe Mokka. I had been there a few random times, but last night was the first time I was there for any substantial amount of time. It wasn't terrible, it was just different. When J. worked there, I used to hang out there all the time. At first it was because it was one of the few bars in the city that did punk and hardcore shows. It wasn't very often, but back then there were few bars that did shows like that. Then I hung out there because I had a major crush on J. and would walk 5 blocks out of my way just to see if she was working. It was odd to find out months later that she had done the same thing with me and the library, only her detour was substantially bigger.

Later I hung out at the Mokka because J. and I were dating and it was right around the corner from her place. The best chais I've ever had have come from that place. (Chai? What am I some sort of aspiring yuppie?) It was where we first met, it was our hangout and so I've always had a soft spot for it. It's changed quite a bit now, as J. said "It's like having a beer at the Gap."

A lot has changed in four years.

The bathroom in the upstairs portion of the bar remains relatively unchanged. The walls of the stall are still too short and you can still overhear the best conversations in the city :

"When I saw you this summer, it was like nothing had changed, you were still beautiful. You still radiated beauty and life and when I saw you with him, well you weren't any different. He didn't do anything for you...

And I remember when you told me that this was the guy you wanted to spend your life with...well...

My heart dropped...I remember the exact moment it dropped...I couldn't believe it.

I see you with him and I don't get it. He doesn't do anything for you. He's so regional."

Maybe this conversation would be touching or life altering if it didn't take places inches away from a urinal cake.

I don't really understand the comment "he's so regional", as opposed to what, National? What does "he's so regional" mean?

I stayed for a bit, tried to give some drunken dating advice ("She's talking to your friends, she's going to think they're cooler than you, you have discredit them or something." "Like what?" "I don't know maybe 'Look I'm just going to throw this out there, but Adam? Well Adam's got a membership with NAMBLA. I don't know what that means, but I just thought I'd just put that idea out there.' ") I hung out with some friends I hadn't had a proper conversation with in years and then Julia and I took a cab down to the North End and to Lachie's party.

The party was winding down so we headed off to Gus's, with Lachie in tow, to share a pitcher of beer, which seemed like a great way, at the time, to spend fourteen dollars. I would now disagree with that assessment.

Someone, not me, took advantage of the fact that Bob was at Gus's and approached Bob about some bad acid that had been sold to him nine years previous.

Things only got worse for Bob as I drunkenly pinky swore to met him at 12 noon today at Maxwell's Plum for brunch. Unfortunately I woke up ths morning, looked out the window saw the rain coming down and decided that Bob would understand my no-show due to the weather despite the fact that I did make a pinky swear.