jennings rampage

Double load of whites, triple load of colors.

My second honeymoon with this city is officially over — I live here again. And I love this town.

• I’m blogging right now from the laundromat around the corner. Laundry makes everything official.
• This morning, I walked my car for the third time since I moved back. It’s really not that big a deal, this alternate side parking routine; I get in my car at 9:30am on Mondays and Thursdays, I double park my car on the other side of the street, I wait for the street sweeper and/or sanitation truck to pass, I move my car to exactly where it was before, and I wait until 11:00am for the no parking window to end. (If you’re in the car, you’re not “parking,” you’re “standing.”)
• While in the car, I took advantage of the cell phone signal and returned a phone call from a recruiter for a company I could see myself working at. And I took advantage of the buffet of unsecured wireless networks and volleyed off a dozen more resumes and worked my meatspace network EVEN HARDER. You know, just in case it turns out I don’t want to be a millionaire enough to win it on television.
• Yesterday afternoon, I walked from a friend’s place in Chelsea, over to 12th Ave, along the Hudson River (Estuary), up the West Side Highway, into and through Riverside Park, back to 109th St. Gmap Pedometer says it was about five miles. It was too far, but absolutely beautiful the whole way. I reclaim this city.
• On Saturday night, the four roommates ate at a restaurant purported to be Bill Clinton’s favorite soul food in the city. It was really good. Now, I realize we all can’t have Bill Clinton’s favorite soul food, but I can.
• There’s an Indian fast food place right next door to me right now. I have dinner in the refrigerator. Lord, give me the strength.
• There’s also a gay karaoke bar. Just a little more strength, please.