So thats it, Labor day is over, can't date white women until next season. Now I gotta switch to earth tones. Just kiding. Relax. I date all women, no matter what season it is. I haven't been to good to my blog recently and I will improve.
This weekend I had a few great adventures.
Finally made it back out to Smoke jazz club in the upper west side, on Sunday night right after work. I haven't gone since the Marisol days. The music was dope. It was the same Spanish Jazz group I saw over a year ago. All the instruments in that group are precise. Dope ass. I was being ear fucked from every angle.
I went with a cool friend who just came back from out of town. The only problem with this club is the bar. I understand that there is a two drink minimum but it is not a two drink maximum. I ordered my regular start drink which is a beer and a whiskey of some sort. So the bartender figured that I didn't want anything else and just passed empty bottle and empty glass and didn't even think to ask. Oh and when I paid, check it, they gave me back coins in my change. Besides the fact that it was over priced, in an over priced city, they had the nerve to do some ill math and give me coins in my change. Something like 85cents. Dude when I drink I want shit rounded out to the nearest buck, like every other damn bar in the whole world. This isn't a new concept now is it? But besides that I had a good time.
After we walked and walked from 110 all the way to 85th and went to the french roast where we split a bottle of South Austrailian Shiraz. It was a splendid red, over candle light and political discussion. That French Roast on the upper west side, is where I learned how to enjoy and drink and a book at 3 am all by myself. I love it. Every time I go back I get this feeling. Like something there is a part of me. Pretty cool actually.

Monday I went back to the park to say goodbye to the "Official" summer. I will continue going to my park throughout the year, but touristy summer days are just about done. Can't wait till Autum in the park. Nothing more beautiful in the Autum. The ramble turns into a real spectical.
The cool thing about Monday's trip is that I was able to show someone who has been to the park a bunch of times, the parts that people don't always realize exist. Made it so much more wonderous. I went to all my spots and discovered a few myself. It is all about discovery you know. I almost convinced my friend to jump on the Merry-go-round with me, and I was close, but no cigar. And I didn't have a cigar either.
That park is still my favorite place in the world.

After 13 had a pretty good crowd for a three day holiday. On the 4th it was deserted. But the features always amaze me on these low attendance days. The Rives interview really gave me a better perspective on a bunch of things. I respect the way he looks at everything very much. I love the way he seperates what he considers to be Poetry, and that slam performance spoken word stuff. He respects both, but thinks he is only good enough to do one in public. The cool thing is that he wants to get better at the other. He wants to be a great poet as well, but doesn't feel like he is there yet. Thats cool to hear that part of him. I don't see it exactly like that but I agree with a lot of it.

Besides a set back on Friday and me being a hermit on Saturday, I had a pretty rock star weekend. Abena's actual party on Friday was great. The performance was amazing, and I enjoyed everyone there. I had a blast. But when the Abena portion of the evening was over, shit got a little sour. Not good at all. We take a hit, we get back up. Everything is over at the end of the day.

Anyway, love ya all...