Bagels, Pizza, Hot Dogs and Race Tracks - New York City?

Noddy- It all depends on your perspective. I know that in NYC, if it is over 90 degrees for more than 10 days, the NY Post and Daily News writes HEAT WAVE in 4 inch bold letters. To someone who deals with over 90 degrees every day from June to the end of September, together with the same humidity as the rain forest exhibit in the Bronx Zoo, that is no biggie!

Anyhow, I have to call my doctor's office in NY. The scheduling clerk will never give me a straight answer until a few weeks before I want to come, so I probably won't be able to make an appointment until June!

Today in Chicago, we were asking why some of you guys are not here.

I would have loved to come, but I have a lot going on here now, and could not get it together.

For me, Chicago is a long way away. One of these days when I unearth my hiking boots and dancing shoes.....

So, it was another great night at the Frying Pan in New York City.
Frank was there.
Kicky was there.
Where were you?

Are you with the cool people watching the fire boat?
(Frank's a friend of the captain.)


Some other hippish folks we met. They missed their boat sail at 6, so they stayed to have a beer with us.



Frank's boat does the finale.




Joe(the burgers are great)Nation

It got cool as the sun set over beautiful New Jersey across the Hudson...and Joe (gotta remember to bring a jacket next time) Nation decided to abandon ship.

Kicky talked me into "one more." He then walked with me back to Penn Station (15 or so blocks) so I could catch the train back to New Jersey and my beloved Nancy....but ...

...after a pit stop to release the beer we had stored in our bladders...he talked me into a cab ride down to Greenwich Village where we hit a few bars to listen to great music and fended off the advances made by the many women who tried making moves on us.

It was a gas...although lighting up the bone Kicky had stored in his wallet (!) for a week was goddam hard work. Lighting up a rock-hard flat bone is no easy matter in a very windy city...especially if the bone had been rolled by what is obviously a bone-rolling moron.

Anyway...I didn't get home 'til almost 2 am...and I had been up since 4:30 in the morning because I had an early tee time yesterday.

Fun was had...a lot of fun. The old man was able to keep up with the young whipper snapper...although I probably used up more of my allotted time that I shudda!

How come Kicky and I ain't in any of those pictures, Joe??????

Oh man, I am jealous...

Me too. I hope that we can all meet at the Frying Pan when I come into town. That is really a great place.

Legendary Fridays. Evenings of wine and roses. Four weeks and counting.

That band was good. Arthur's Tavern is a cool place. We gotta do that again.

I must have walked another mile after you left, Frank. In front of Mustang Harry's I got distracted by some girl's right tit (the thing was hanging so far out, I just had to stop in and see if a stray nipple would pop out). I positioned myself at the bar, making certain to get a good viewing angle. After throwing a few hopefully subtle glances at the tit in question, I realized the nipple wasn't going to be popping out after all, so I gave up on leering and ordered a beer.

I did my "Here's to that magnificent bastard, Frank Apisa!" toast. A couple girls on my left smiled as they continued their deep conversation about how their roommate Sara is "such a freak." I drank my beer and decided to leave.

I looked around, wondering if I should get a cab. One stopped in front of me and this beautiful young thing got in. She looked at me and asked which way I was going. I could tell that she'd been drinking by the glassy-eyed expression.

"Downtown, I think." I said.

She looked disappointed. "I'm going uptown," she said, "I guess that means we can't share the cab."

I thought, Now what would Frank do?

"Hell it does," I said, and jumped in with her. "Uptown it is."

We went to her apartment and had some wine, and she showed me some of her headshots (she's an actress). She had some stage props from a movie that she was in recently, so we acted out some of the lines, just for fun.

Here is a picture of us, hamming it up.



After that, we banged like rabbits.

All in all, it was an enchanting evening.

I don't think you're being completely honest with us, kickycan.

You're correct sir. Ha, gotcha! It was actually the girl's left tit I was leering at.

I have a certain fondness for left tits. The right tit.... I can take it or leave it.

Kicky...

...why is there no image in that image???

Oh, by the way...I am sure you were telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.

Oh, by the way. I don't remember if I mentioned the actress, Emmy Rossum to you last night. If I didn't...she is the star of the movie Phantom of the Opera...and Timber put a picture of her up in this other thread I started.


http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=73617&start=0


You really ought to rent that movie, Kick.

I'm liking the eyeliner kicky's going with now.



A good look for the city.

right click the red X. click properties paste the URL into your browser see image go back to the thread see image magically appear

Why would I take your picture?

Or take your picture again?

I hate to tell this to you, Gus, but I believe every word of Kicky's post. He is a headturner. When he walked on to the Frying Pan last night the women were following his every move. "Yes, yes!" I said to them, "This is the last single heterosexual man in New York City." They quivered with delight (or it could have been the chill after the sun went down). Someone asked me if a friend of hers could meet him, but I said only if she is inexhaustible.

Joe(the man's a killer)Nation

sorry we couldn't join you last night. Bernie was too tired after a long day's work........he's not used to working, ya know.

keep us posted. We'll make it next time. When are y'all coming up to see us at the store?