Soz wrote:
Quote:Actually what I really want is some non-embroidered stories of what happened. Joe can tell a great yarn but I so don't believe a word he says. He's one of those deeper truth told via surface untruths kinda guys. I want surface, mundanity, details!
Alright, have it your way. Frank came over from NJ on the train and we walked around in a slight mist through Madison Square Park, south past the Flatiron Building and then down Fifth Avenue to 18th Street. West of 18th, we looked in the Daffy's windows (Cheap fashion) and the Ann Sacks windows ($700.00 faucets and $25,000 copper tubs). I screwed up by not taking Frank into the Old Town Bar for a quick pick-me-up, but then again I did not have to pick him up off the floor either.
We got to Pete's WAY early and stood around watching the crowd.
The rest arrived. Lots of hugs and air kisses but no Dagmar. We went to our table and ate bread and a garlic-laden tomato chutney-like sort of salsa stuff. Ordered drinks. Talked about other members of A2K, Soz's name did not come up. Gus' did. I did not reveal that I am Gus, although I came close.
Dagmar arrived. Chaos ensued. Really, you should have seen Kicky and Frank trying to get a grasp of the situation. Blatham was a perfect gentlemen as was I.
Lively conversation flew back and forth across the table as we waited for our grilled things and grilled Dagmar on her life, times and numerous jobs, one of which she started Monday. Ask her. It's fascinating. We reviewed the ancient history of Abuzz, Raven's Realm and A2K for Kicky.
Lola knows everything except whether or not dlowen has ever met Craven.
We talked about choosing screen names and being true to oneself. Frank Apisa revealed that his real name is Barney Goldfarb and that he's a fugitive from justice, but that he really likes the name Frank. Is anyone still reading this?
Where was I? Oh yeah, pretty good neighborhood bar food, I thought, as I swallowed a whole prime rib and salad. Others had the lobster salad, the big burger and the steak a'poivre. Several rounds of drinks were consumed.
Dagmar's friend Mischa arrived, more excitement, more introductions, lots more questions and asked and answered. She ordered a salad. There was coffee ordered and consumed. Kicky took some pictures. Dagmar took some pictures, Mischa took some pictures.
We split the check and screwed over Kicky and Dagmar who only had pasta and a burger while we prime rib and steak folks chortled. I think I owe them a round of drinks.
Frank and I plowed our way out through the crowd. Pete's is
very crowded every night of the week. We walked up Irving Place past the house where O'Henry lived, around Gramercy Park and the National Arts Club. (I love this neighborhood.) We split up at 23rd and Park, I headed for the 6 train for uptown and Frank walked off towards Pennsylvania Station at 34th and Eighth. Yes, that is ten and a half blocks, the man is a machine.
Now was that better?
Joe (deeper truth told via surface untruths a specialty) Nation