As you can see from the above video, G had the nerve to show up late to our very important meeting at the excellent Indian food cart on 53rd and Park (pictured below).
All was soon forgiven, however, mainly because the food we were soon eating (pictured below), was so damn good.
Yep, that’s G, drinking (not rum) and smoking (a cigar).
I took those polaroids during ‘Roid Week (Oct. 1-7), but didn’t get to scan them until after the flickr group had been closed to submissions. Oh well. But do check out the group pool — lots of great polaroids to see. Big thanks to Cate and gardengal for creating and running such a great group.
Just for fun, below is a non-polaroid shot I took of G the same night that the above polaroids were taken. He looks as happy as ever to be hanging out with me.
Oh did we get some drinks. We hit up five bars and, well, sampled the wares at each. Our wives both bailed on us (something about being tired, but they were surely just tired of us). What was supposed to be a couples outing turned into a boys’ night out, and well, we both celebrated this turn of events. We’ve both been married long enough to know that a healthy marriage requires a healthy dose of time apart from one’s spouse.
We met up at Moe’s in Fort Greene and had some beers. Then we walked over to the festive and hoppin’ Habana Outpost for frozen mojitos. Frank’s Lounge was next, Keep On Truckin’ by Eddie Kendricks was playing on the jukebox, perfect. On to O’Connor’s on Fifth Ave., near Flatbush. Finished up the night at Total Wine Bar. By the end, the sum total of our night equaled pitch perfect drunk on a perfect don’t let the summer end night.
The above picture is now my favorite of G, ever. I know that it looks as if he is saying, fiercely, "How in the hell did I end up sitting here in this bar with this really fucking annoying dude?" But it’s all good. All bark, no bite. I say things just to get this look from G. Perhaps I was putting forth, yet again, my thoughts on why there is no doubt that Air Supply is like the best band ever.
In this picture it looks as if G is saying, "Man oh man, not even six glasses of this cheap rum on ice is making this tolerable…" No, sorry that was not the case at all. We were toasting "life and shit," but we weren’t really doing toasts. We were just talking.
I, of course, look like I’m just happy to be there. That would be true.
G in front of Frank’s Lounge. I took a few pictures of him as he stood there, saying, "oh, one more, one more," after each one, to which he said, "Jesus, hurry up."
End of the night. A Mirror Project shot in the bathroom at Total Wine Bar, where we decided to have that one too many "just one more" drink. Perfect end to a perfect night of drinking as the summer of ’07 comes to a close. We got some, for sure.
Finally, the second installment of G & J Get Some…. G has a life and what not, so it’s very hard to actually make these get togethers happen. I’ll say, Hey, I’m free every night this week, are you around?, and he’ll get back to me a week later, the bastard.
Anyway, on our first outing, we got soul food. This time, we got beers, chicken wings, and burgers. We went to Bonnie’s Grill in Park Slope, Brooklyn. This is a great little diner on 5th Ave. between 1st. St. and Garfield. We sat at a table, but this is a cool place to sit on the barstools and watch a ball game.
It was great to drink down some beers and just talk about life and shit. I don’t use that turn of phrase lightly — there are very few people in this world, past or present, that I converse with on that "life and shit" level. But with G, the statement holds true. As is often the case, it was that way from the very beginning, despite the ridiculous hat he happened to be wearing the very first time I met him.
The chicken wings are some of the best I’ve had in New York. I got all tough guy and brazenly said I wanted them "hot," and, well, I should know my place. I couldn’t take the heat. But I kept trying, because the wings were so damn good.
I got the veggie burger. Delish. I especially liked the peppers and pickles.
G seems a bit glum in the picture below, but I think it’s actually just capturing how he was feeling about me taking picture after picture of our dining experience.
This picture pretty much sums it all up. Good beer, good food, good life and shit conversation. We definitely got some.
This is a new series that I am starting here at 52projects.com — G & J Get Some… the "Some" being a type of food from a joint that we’ve never been to before. The goal will be to find good, cheap eats, and cheap beer as well. (I have to remember to tell G that this is now an official "project.") Our first outing, pictured below, was a trip to Mitchell’s in Prospect Heights, Brooklyn, for some soul food. Oh man, was it delicious. We both got the fried chicken with sides of greens and yams. The fried chicken was fried just right, the greens were fresh and hearty, and the yams were just the right level of sweet. It was good, and it was cheap. We got some, indeed. Mission accomplished.
