...now i'm a believer...

So, I am really no longer going to doubt Johnny. For months he has been saying he was just going to show up one day in Brooklyn. All last week he kept telling us, "See you on Friday!" Didn't believe him. So...Friday after work I headed on over to Peter and Joanne's for dinner with them, Bea, Dollar Bill (Jeremy's cousin) and Jer. I'm enjoying the conversation, eating cheese and crackers when who should come sauntering in with Jeremy...Johnny! That old trickster! We had a good night - Thai food, fantastic hospitality, talking, etc.
After leaving Peter and Joanne's, the three of us headed back to Brooklyn to go to the bar Freddie's where Brian and Laura's band, Dust Dive, was playing for Brian's birthday. Their music is...sigh...beautiful. It breaks my heart. Then it was home, home, home...late.

Saturday Johnny and I decided to adventure since Jeremy was at work. We had lunch at Daisy's diner then decided that this was where we needed to head. This museum is actually a room, and not much more. After entering a non-descript building on Union Square East and finding "suite" 600, we walked into a room of people whose heads all turned as they proclaimed, "Wow! Real visitors!" We were given the grand tour and had it explained to us that they rent out their space for various groups to meet in. We had interrupted the Star Wars fan club of New York meeting! There were no hipsters in sight, and we even had one guy say, "I am the comic book guy." They all cleared out soon after and we could actually get to the walls, which featured work from the book "Broad Appeal" - all cartoons by women artists. As we were talking to our tour guide once again, another worker (ponytail, pale skin, black clothes) came out with a stack of papers and said,"What, praytell, shall I do with these?" Wow. It was a good time, and I highly recommend supporting them if you ever find your way to New York.
I'm going to sum up the rest of the day/night quickly - we left, called Bill, walked many blocks in the rain laughing, got to the Dia, caught a cab to Guru for dinner with Jer, walked around the East Village, had a sticker booth picture made of us with a Zapatista frame, met up with Judie and Bill at Gem Spa, Judie left and Bill came with us to Brooklyn, partied late into the night with beverages and such, Bill threw down some rhymes, lots of stories and laughing, we tossed Bill into a cab about 1:30, I crashed, the others crashed, Bea called us at 6:00 a.m. freaking out wondering where Bill was (he had slept in the lobby apparently.) Then it was time for work...

Sunday passed as it usually does...no need to go into it.
Monday we bid farewell to Johnny (we miss you buddy!) and hello to furniture and art that Rick passed on to us. This was the last time I get to see Rick before he moves to South Carolina. I don't know when I will see him next...this is sad. I have become close to Jeremy's family here, and it is hard to move away, and have them move away. I guess these things must be done. Good luck with your train trip, Rick, as well as settlin' in to a new place.

I'm exhausted by all of these words.