This afternoon we had a blast.  It was hot as can be with a slight breeze.  We decided to try and walk down to the water of the East River, which is something that neither of us have ever done in the years that we have spent working there.  This is kind of odd considering that the water is only a few blocks away, but we said, “screw it we’re going”.

That’s what we did until we got to a dead end street, and then a street that we could see eventually ended as a chain link fence with a huge pile of old tires behind it.  This left the water a good few hundred feet away from us still, and killed out afternoon dreams of looking out onto the water of the East River.

After that we went back to our Ole Bessy of a standby, the swings.  They were great, and we even inspired the sole hipster walking around Long Island City to begin swinging with us - because he obviously saw that it was the hip thing to do.

Prior to all of this afternoons activity we had our very hooky brought to our jobs.  See, sometime around 10AM I heard really bad music being blasted really loud.  I thought it was one of the new guys on the floor listening to a really bad live cd of some awful band. 

Turns out that it was a real life mariachi band playing on our floor.  Not only were they a mariachi band, but they were a subway mariachi band.  One of the lawyers on my floor spotted them on the subway and then proceeded to bribe them into coming to Queens to play for “us”.

We I say “us” I really mean he got them to come up to our floor to play for the legal teams admin who everyone believes is sleeping with him.  

Yes, before you ask, both are married, in their 40s, and horrific looking to the point that any sex between them must be disgusting, and it probably involves the spraying of air freshener on each other before, during, and after sex. 

Yes, they are THAT gross.

Point is, we had one heck of a loud mariachi band playing a three song set on the far side of my building, and it was friggin loud, and yet funny in that creepy sort of way.