This past Saturday night I got the chance to hang out with my old bosses from the Answerspace (er, Monetaire) days, Christian and David, along with some of David’s crew. I’ve talked with both many times over the years and have hung out with David on more than one occasion, but this was the first time seeing Christian since the ol’ insane assylum at 594 Broadway did the dot-com belly-up.
For the second evening in a row I found myself out at Prospect Park taking in one of their great outdoor concerts, this time listening to the end of the New Pornographers set while feasting on free Hummus and Pita bread, washed down with an equally free 40 of Bud. This was better than I could have hoped for, since my bank account has bottomed out once again until the end of the month and I only have about $20 or so to my name at the moment. Because of these kind acts, not only was I able to eat, drink and be merry, but I can continue to eat the rest of this week as well. “Mucho gracias!” cries my stomach.
This will have to become a more regular occurance. The hanging out part, that is — not the me bumming a night on the town part.
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