My voice is slowing coming back after Monday night’s Eagle adventure. Still a ways to go, but it’s getting better. Did I mention I lost it trying to talk over the loud Arab music?
To top it off, I ate a tamale yesterday that I had brought to work on Monday with a few other Tamales, thinking that it was fresh as of Monday, but really I had bought them late last week so it was almost a week old. Please don’t eat week-old tamales. It’s not a good idea. I buy my Tamale’s from a woman who sells them out of a cooler she has in a shopping cart outside a subway stop a few stops from my apartment. Great tamales, but not good enough to last a week! I’m going to be eating Tamales at a party Saturday night. This one incident has definitely not deterred me from one of my favorite foods out there: The Tamale!
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Monday, January 28, 2008
The Eagle "Theatre"
I have a friend who recently moved to the City and he has been trying to go out and see different parts of the City and take in some of the cultural attractions. He invited me tonight to a belly dancing performance at some theatre downtown. He didn’t want to go alone and even offered to pay for my ticket – How could I refuse?
He called me later with the address for the Eagle Theatre. It was over near the Westside Highway on 28th. I thought this must be a little theatre nestled among this industrial block near the highway. I was a little suspicious when the door to the theatre said you must show your I.D. to enter. It looked more like a club, but hey, who cares, we just wanted to see this belly dancing show.
We got in and there was only one person at the bar, but lots of Arabic belly dancing-like music coming from upstairs. We figured that must be where the performance was taking place, but when we got up there, there was only one person at the bar. My friend asked when the performers would start and the guy said the place opened at seven, but the performers would start a little later in the evening, when more people got there. We sat at the bar and caught up on how everything was going in our lives. I became a little suspicious because every guy that walked by seemed to be checking me out and I realized I hadn’t seen any women. I had to go to the bathroom, and in the bathroom was a poster for the club. This was not any regular bar – it was a gay leather bar! And tonight was Arab night! Oops! (FYI – It was voted best leather bar by New York Magazine in 2007).
My poor friend thought this legit belly dancing performance would last an hour or two and than was planning on going to a different show that started at 10 in Brooklyn.
Oh well. I was really excited to see a belly dancing performance, but there's always next time. I told my friend he needs to read more carefully.
He called me later with the address for the Eagle Theatre. It was over near the Westside Highway on 28th. I thought this must be a little theatre nestled among this industrial block near the highway. I was a little suspicious when the door to the theatre said you must show your I.D. to enter. It looked more like a club, but hey, who cares, we just wanted to see this belly dancing show.
We got in and there was only one person at the bar, but lots of Arabic belly dancing-like music coming from upstairs. We figured that must be where the performance was taking place, but when we got up there, there was only one person at the bar. My friend asked when the performers would start and the guy said the place opened at seven, but the performers would start a little later in the evening, when more people got there. We sat at the bar and caught up on how everything was going in our lives. I became a little suspicious because every guy that walked by seemed to be checking me out and I realized I hadn’t seen any women. I had to go to the bathroom, and in the bathroom was a poster for the club. This was not any regular bar – it was a gay leather bar! And tonight was Arab night! Oops! (FYI – It was voted best leather bar by New York Magazine in 2007).
My poor friend thought this legit belly dancing performance would last an hour or two and than was planning on going to a different show that started at 10 in Brooklyn.
Oh well. I was really excited to see a belly dancing performance, but there's always next time. I told my friend he needs to read more carefully.
Friday, January 25, 2008
My Plant Lady
Every Friday someone stops by my office and trims and waters my plant. I thought there was someone new on the job because I noticed more plant clippings in my trash and the plant was greener, but I’m often away from my office when they stop by, so I wasn't for sure. Well today I found out that there was indeed someone new. Her name is Kristen. She is the new caretaker of my plant and she’s been doing a great job.
Kristen works all over Midtown tending to plants of all varieties and shapes. She told me about some of her other clients, including ESPN (she said they're really nice to her there).
Her sister works for the same company and is also a plant caretaker.
My old plant caretaker was friendly, but my plant looks a lot better since he stopped making his weekly visits. I asked him once how I could help my plant look better and he said it
was fine and not to worry. I didn't believe him, but then again, I'm not a plant caretaker. I guess it just needed a little TLC from Kristen, cause it’s been looking a lot happier.I just looked up the term “plant caretaker” on Google and saw an ad for a Tropical Plant Caretaker in Anchorage, Alaska!
Are there any green thumbs out there looking for employment?
Way to go, Kristen, for a job well done!
¡Hasta Pronto!
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