Let’s see…Saturday we were lazy. Slept until after noon, bummed around the house all day, cleaned Jammie’s room, watched House and House II and we declared it no pants day.

Sunday…we were going to go pantsless on the 6 train to be part of some wacky flash mob, but it was too cold for that so we watched Creepshow instead. It’s a good thing, too, since a few people were charged with disorderly conduct for the no-pants thing. Would have been hilarious to get Jammie arrested, though.

After Creepshow, went to a psychic fair. When we got there, we discovered it wasn’t so much a fair, but a very small room to the side of a coffee shop with a few tables. The people hawking their goods at the tables outnumbered the amount of customers there. As we approached each table to look at the merchandise, the new-age hippy-looking 40-something behind the table eyed us like a vulture, pleading with their eyes for us to by something. You could see the disappointment on their faces when we walked away empty handed. This one girl had stacks of her unframed “art” for sale - water color and crayon hippie designs on posterboard. It reminded me the shit kids drew in middle school. She only wanted $40 for each of them. We quickly passed by the 3 psychic reading tables - they wanted $30.00 per reading. Considering the number of $5.00 psychics we see every other block in the city, fuck that.

Walked around for awhile, went to The Container Store, Barnes & Noble and a few street vendors. Then we went for some pizza and to an improv show at the 78th Street Theater Lab. It was a small show - the audience was only double the size of the cast. Pretty slow-paced but occasional bits of hilarity. They asked for the names of fictional movies and Jammie yelled out “Phone Losers of America” and they did a movie review on it - turned out to be a club of serial killers called the Phone Losers of America who murdered people over the phone by making them swallow their cell phones. Or something like that. I recorded the whole act with my cell phone but the quality is too horrible to put up.

Yesterday, I wandered Manhattan for an hour or so before picking up Jammie from work. Then we (Jammie, Rob, Mara and me) went to see Billy Joel in concert at Madison Square Garden! The show was incredible, probably one of the best concerts I’ve been to this century. Oh wait, it’s the only. I don’t think I’ve been to a real concert since Aerosmith in 1999. But yeah, it was great. I thought I was a hard-core Billy Joel fan, but I ended up recognizing only maybe 60% of what he played. And then I only knew the lyrics to about half of those.