Are We There Yet?

So I didn't really 'party like a rock-star, but this weekend was a full one.  It was jam packed with self-realizations and fun/interesting/awkward events.  I apologize in advance for the less than coherent progression of this blog.  But....you know.  I'll start with yesterday. Sunday Everyone knows that I'm a hardcore Brooklyn proponent.  I push flea markets and park events.  Yesterday I went to a free concert in the park which was part of Celebrate Brooklyn Summer series.  The lead acts were Talib Kweli (native Brooklyner) and The Roots. I went with AB and while on the F train we ran into another friend MR.   We met up with a bunch of friends and found even more there when we arrived.   The concert, by my new Bonnaroo standards, was sub par.  But you don't always go to concerts like that for the act and I was still glad that I went. Celebrate brooklyn is an accurate sample of Brooklyn culture.  There's a community...

So I had a doctor's appointment yesterday. Walking to the train I started feel a bit woozy. One of those whoa I might faint, there's something pressing on the back of my neck, i need to sit down spells. But like the trooper that I am I got on the train made it halfway to my doctors office before I vomited in my own hand and subsequently in a public trash can. During lunch hour. Next to city hall. And then again in one of those outdoor seating areas made popular by Mayor Bloomberg. In that post throw up euphoria where you think everything is okay and you couldn't possibly throw up again (until you do) I had time to think. My thoughts: I've just vomited in my hand. There are a million people around me. Thank God I made it off the train. Is there no one in this city who is going to ask me if I'm alright? God what is wrong with you people? Have you no heart? Wait, I'd totally walk by too. I am NOT tryin to get swine flu Its a strange relationship new yor...