Weekends Are Supposed To Be Great! This weekend w…

Weekends Are Supposed To Be Great!

This weekend was one of those weekends that leave you feeling fulfilled and happy about your doings, yet exhausted by them all the same.

Abridged Version:

Sushi, rode in a jeep to see real live hillbillies, IKEA, slept, overslept, great weather, Intrepid, nephews, slept again.

Unabridged Version:

Went out for sushi Friday night, and didn’t feel like ordering the usual Dragon, Alaska, Boston roll combo with Miso soup, then somehow I ended up ordering three different types of salmon rolls. Ewww, but good at the same time, eww is for lack of brain functionality of having ordered no variations of fish. We sat next to two young women who looked like they were getting ready for “a night out downtown”. Meaning they were looking to snort as much blow as possible, have a nasty* hook up with anyone with coke, and call it a good night. It was fun to watch them salivate their noses by eating their sushi.

*Nasty meaning good ole fashioned humpty sex, but not good quality hook up sex.

Got up at the crack of 1030am to finally go out and have breakfast at that really good breakfast place on Washington in Prospect Park. Delicious.

Hoped in a jeep, peeled back all the windows, had the air blowing all over on a perfectly clear day, with temperatures just perfect, and as I was driven over the Brooklyn Bridge to Manhattan without traffic I though to myself that this was great, and it was. We (Cheese, Lesty, and the Other Cheese) were on our way to the IKEA of Paramus, NJ. NJ isn’t the best place to go to, but Ikea makes it worth the trip.

For all those Jerzey folk who know how to read, don’t be insulted, it’s mainly that there are way too many highways that go in circles, and the bricks of your fair state are all yucky brown. I’m thinking most of the bricks in your state were made with the sand that runs along the Kills in between NJ and Staten Island, NY. They are just unappealing to me. So go suck an egg ugly brick state!

Before Ikea, we needed to stop at a really big camping supply store. It was cool for the most part. There were real live hill billies, old bald men who parked in a Mercedes convertible, way too many tents, and people who actually knew the difference, and lots of cool little things that I found way too cool, and let all these localyocales know that I am in fact not “from round these parts”. I soon became way too overwhelmed by my senses of seeing all these cool things that I just needed to get some fresh air. Which I did, but only after I bought a really cool thermal bag, that holds up to 30 cans plus ice, and which also has a good strap to carry over the shoulder, and not in the hands. Perfect for picnics to the secret Island, and places that I’d like to go and not be surrounded lots of people.

These places shall remain nameless, cause I want it kept secret, so that they don’t become as crowded as Central Park.

IKEA!

The land of cheap furniture and little items for sale that I don’t really need, yet are compelled to purchase. I love Ikea. I want to have a huge party there one day, or, if you are throwing a party, why not see if you can have it at Ikea, and invite me. I just want to hang out in their room displays and have a couple of drinks, conversation, and relax. Lots of perfectly lit living rooms, dining rooms, beds, couches, kitchens, everything! I just want to see the craziness ensue from an Ikea party. Don’t think I’m a little looney for this, but just about everyone gets excited on the idea of going to Ikea, an Ikea party would most likely end up with one wild orgy. This Ikea even had a live band playing at the registers – I’ve only been to two Ikea stores, is this something new at all of them? Either way it was cheese to the max, and Upper Jersey to the max. Loved it!

I even spotted the one and only Curtis Scagnetti on line 20 at Ikea.

Got back to Brooklyn, crash napped, had one of cheeses delicious sandwiches. She really makes some of the best sandwiches that I’ve ever had, ever! Then I got home, and crashed again. My mind must have had an overload from all the great things that New Jersey had to offer, if you get believe such an oxymoron. I was so exhausted that I slept through Ms. Cheese ringing my doorbell, twice. My doorbell isn’t one of the dingdongs. My doorbell has fluff, and lots of it. It’s an obnoxious 15 seconds of the entire floor ringing bells, letting me know that someone is at my door. I finally was awakened by the phone and had this conversation.

Cheese: Where are you?
Beehive: I’m home, where are you?
Cheese: I’m here!
Beehive: Where?
Cheese: At your place.
Beehive: I don’t see you anywhere. Where are you?
Cheese: I’m outside on your front steps.
Beehive: What are you doing out there?
Cheese: Waiting for you to answer your door.
Beehive: Did you ring the bell?
Cheese: Twice.
Beehive: Oh, I was sleeping on the couch.

Sunday morning, woke up at the buttcrack of dawn, which was about 830am. Got all ready for the Intrepid Museum. I haven’t been there since a 6th grade field trip to hear some Gulf War General speak. My nephews enjoyed the Intrepid, and got to look and be quiet towards Ms Cheese. Overall the Intrepid was good. It was cool to sit in the simulators, and I want to go back with someone and go on the 4-D rides that they have. Walking along the ship I realize I would never want to work on a ship like that, or any one for that matter for a long time out at sea. I would get so stir crazy, and annoyed at everyone who surrounded me. My hats off to those that do live and work on such ships, I’m grateful for your ability to do things that I would not be able to. In return I shall continue to garden, and help provide you with more oxygen from all the plants that I tend to.

Then lunch at Trailer Park. So good. So good. So trashy, yet so good. Mmm. I think that their tots are the best that I’ve ever had. Never had a bad tot there. A $4.00 frozen margarita later, and I was feeling good. Had to lie down in the grass along the Hudson River, and then slept the day’s activity off. Well worth the weekend.