We had a lot of fun that night. Joe's cute wife Natalie was scurrying around taking behind the scenes photos with her newborn baby girl Mabel sleeping in a sling wrapped over her Mamma's shoulder. My college roomate Magnus, who is a cinematographer, flew in from Norway for the job. Our friend Chris played the part of the Diner's waiter, and his wife Scarlet and I racked up a gyro tab on the production's budget while everyone else worked into the early morning hours.
nathan (joe's brother), natalie and scarlett
We saw a similar pair of guys at the Mets game we went to last week. They sat up on the very last row, with their butts on the backs of their chairs, holding two beers each. Big guys, over 200 pounds a piece, barking insults at the group of very slight accountants (looked like em anyway, either that or they were programmers or a Dungeons and Dragons club) sitting a few rows in front of them, one of whom committed the sin of wearing a Brewer's cap, and all of them committing the greater sin of trying to fit in with the blue collar crowd.
We went with our friends James and Valerie. He is a poet who teaches at NYU while doing some graduate work there and Valerie works for a publisher and has done some acting in the city as well. Valerie had already spent the afternoon with us at the two-story Costco in Brooklyn where we all had churros and she and Susanna tested the mattresses.
Suzi and Val
I can't adequately explain how much I am touched when I think about what a fun time it is for us to be surrounded by so many wonderful people who share our interests and passions and lack of money, and who are living their own adventures. For now, even though we get sick for home, we love New York, and especially Brooklyn. We love the people it's given to us, the adventures, and even the struggles, which I'll honestly admit are many. We love the work and the park and how everyone in town has to say something about our 3 pound dog. It's a foriegn place to us, and a foriegn culture, and I'll honestly admit that it is full of almost constant struggles of some sort or another. But that is exactly what makes it a wonderful time in our lives. And I am certain that it will shape us forever and be a few short years that we will never forget. I hope that as much of the good stuff rubs off on us as possible, and that whatever of the bad that sticks can be removed with a simple disinfectant, and not an amputation.