Apocalypse, We Hardly Knew Thee

It's been more than two months since I moved out of my old place and into the new digs with JimmyLuke. And now it appears that Apocalypse, the maker of quality rhino sounds, is headed back to Ohio after spending the last two plus years in NYC. Granted, he goes to join his girlfriend of many years and he will undoubtedly find more theatre opportunities than the city of New York had to offer him. Still, it's the end of an era. To mark this occasion, Hubris had devised a "Take Apocalypse to a Bar Night." I was the only man to accept the challenge, thus it fell to the two of us to make Apocalypse's last night out a good one. The night in question was Thursday night.

It ended up that PianoGirl joined Hubris and I in celebrating said occasion. We went to the Crescent Lounge, which seemed a lot hippie-er on the outside than it was on the inside. The only problem was that Apocalypse didn't join us until after our first drink at the Crescent Lounge. The three of us were on our way out when Apocalypse and War, his significant other, arrived. The whole group then headed for the Brazilian joint on Broadway. Hubris needed food, the rest of us needed booze. We were all satisfied.

For some strange reason, Hubris ordered tequilla shots and we all drank them. I am not entirely sure why this was so. Bt nevertheless, we complied. PianoGirl and Apocalypse required an extra lime to keep it down, but in the end everyone seemed to take it all in stride. The net result of the evening, after all goodbyes were said, was that I woke up Friday morning hung over and generally out of it. Despite PianoGirl's best urgings, I went to work and taught the children, though I was feeling the pain of the night before. The only way to conclude such a day was with more drinking. This was accomplished with the help of the usual suspects and our favorite Friday bar.

I left the bar with an inexplicably low tab ($15? I can't be that drunk on $15...) courtesy of BigTony, who tends the bar and was apparently only charging me for every third drink. I had a brilliant idea as I stood outside the bar, so I headed to the Apple Store, which is open 24/7 just for such drunken flashes of impulsiveness as these. There, I acquired an iPod Touch, which I have since decided is the greatest invention in the history of inventions. (Except maybe for the trebuchet, though a trebuchet is a poor choice for finding wireless internet or playing music. Likewise, the iPod is ineffective at smiting Visigoths, Huns or Mongols.)

Still, I feel the device is awesome enough to warrant its own post.