I HATE Queens
I'm never, ever, not in a million years, driving into Queens again, especially at night. Well, not never. I'll go to Seth's apartment because I've been there so many times I have it commited to memory and then some. But under any other cirumstances, no way, uh uh, you come to me, in Long Island, where its easy to navigate.
Where to begin? So Elena and I went to her friends birthday in Astoria Queens yesterday. She had good directions to get there, so that wasn't a problem. Parking was, but its Queens, thats nothing new. The party was fun, I got to meet a lot of Elena's theatre friends from when she worked in Virginia last year. Come 2:00-2:30 we decide its time to go as most of the party people were ready to crash anyway. Elena, being the good soul that she is, offers to drive a few of her friends home. We drop off the first one, and he knows where his apartment is and how to get there relative to where we were. Not a problem.
The next guy knows what his address is, but he was pretty clueless on how to get there. So we were wandering around Queens for awhile trying to find it. In the meantime, I have to go to the bathroom so bad, I feel like its coming out of my eyeballs. We finally find two cops standing on a corner and ask them how to get to where we have to go. The guy lives of Queens Blvd, and he didn't know how to get there. Amazing. So we finally get to his place and drop him off.
Her last friend lied in Manhattan, and we weren't going to drop her off, just let her out somewhere close to a cab she could catch back to her apartment. That somewhere turned out to be Manhattan. So, since we were pretty much on Queens Blvd, we took the 59th St, or Queensboro Bridge into Manhattan. Of course getting on the bridge wasn't easy, because we kept getting off the track, and looping around and back. We finally get on the bridge, into Manhattan and drop her friend off and then proceed to hop back on the bridge and back onto Queens Blvd.
At this point I offered to drive because I knew where we were going a little better because I'd driven in the area once or twice for clients and whatnot. So, we pulled over and switched and I'm driving down Queens Blvd, with the intention of hopping on the BQE and taking that to the Grand Central. In the meantime, the BQE is being torn to shit for construction and the exits are all messed up, so we get thrown off on Astoria Blvd or something. I have no idea. So we wander areound some more, lost some more. We asked one guy for directions and they were crap, so as we were lost, we asked another guy and his were better. When we finally get to where he says to go, I realize its exactly where the BQE dumped us. Had I just made a left and then antoher left, I would've been right on the Grand Central and saved us another 15-20 minutes of wandering around. Now in the meantime, I have to go to the bathroom again, and really bad.
So, fighting the urge to wet myself, I drive back to Elena's restaurant where my car is parked, say goodbye to Elena and drive home at top speed so I could use the bathroom. I didn't get home until 4:45, and we left Queens around or before 2:30. What a mess. at least the dog let me sleep until almost 9 AM, so I got like 4 hours of sleep. Thank God for small favors, huh?
So now I'll probably waste the day away by sleeping or something and see Elena later. We wanted to go see this foreign flick "Swimming Pool" which is playing in this art hosue theatre close to her house and it is Sunday, which is Sex and the City night, but I always tape in anyway. So we shall see. I should really exercise, but I'm really tired. And its Sunday. We'll see what happens on that front.
Current music - Pearl Jam "Of The Girl"