NYC Weekend

Hopped on the overnight Greyhound and spent the past weekend Chez PGuy in NYC. Despite a brief kick in the gonads by a virus/food poisoning/Cuban food, had a wicked time (even though I am still without my luggage from the return home....grrrrrr!)

Highlights:

- Awesome food
- Guy's neighborhood is amazing
- Rooftop party on 21 floor condo in Tribeca
- More laughs than you can shake a stick at
- Random dive bar, drunken patron's attempt to befriend us.

Lowlights:
- the oppressive heat/humidity
- walking way too damn much on Fri night
- Saturday afternoon/evening's illness (silver lining: shaking it off with a 3 hour nap and hitting the party anyway)
- waiting for Guy (ie. Guy on the phone, Guy getting a haircut, Guy getting a hot shave, etc)

Too much to see in 3 days. So a return trip is a definite. I certainly didn't take enough photos.

From Today's WTF? Files

I am a big fan of all things psych/neuro, particularly any of Oliver Sacks' novels regarding the peculiarities of syndromes caused by neurological damage. So, when I read the following in the news today, I just had to read on.

"Ontario woman gains East Coast accent following stroke"

"...Her new accent went unnoticed for some time by medical professionals, who thought she was from out east. Even Dore didn't realize her accent had changed."

One must wonder if at any point she cried out, "Jesus George [jarge], where's me fackin' smokes!?", said a prayer to Alexander Keiths, and immediately quit her job and went on pogey, to further pinpoint the diagnosis.

*Disclaimer: I am from the east coast and as such, it is entirely
within my rights to poke fun at my own heritage.