Michael invited me to brunch at Hash House A Go Go. I highly recommend it but keep in mind two things before you go. 1) They stop serving at 2:00 pm on Sundays and don't reopen for dinner and 2) they serve portions that could choke a horse. A horse and a goat and possibly another horse. Whatever -- enough food for several farm animals. Great big bloody mary's, too, which made me very happy. One of Michael's friends is from Jackson Heights. He totally knows all the places I know -- he's even a fan of Jackson Hole. If you're in New York and you're hankering for a burger the size of your head, that is indeed the place to go. The one on Astoria Boulevard is also the same diner that was in the movie GoodFellas.
It was nice to actually leave my house on a weekend. Mostly I hang out compuslively watching the kitchen counters and watching bad movies. Not because I'm a crazy shut-in but because I don't know anyone here yet. I spend a lot of time at the gym on the premises. There's never anyone in there so it's like my own private work out room. I even sing while I'm on the treadmill. I probably just jinxed myself and the place will be packed the next time I go in. Hopefully no one will walk in the next time I'm busting a move while listening to A Tribe Called Quest on my MP3 player. That would be pretty embarassing.
Next weekend my driving lessons start so as to prepare me for my driving test in early November, after which nobody is safe. I pray I don't kill anyone. Driving seems to come so easily to everyone else.
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