The Monday that is Memorial Day tends to be a slow news day involving the coverage of parades, but this didn’t stop a couple of eager idiots members of the CBS 2 crew to jump all over a casual story that would usually get swept under the covers and blow it all up out of proportion.  

The story should (if anything) have been about a car crashing through a store front and injuring six people, which is how all of the other local news programs covered it, but CBS 2 at 11PM last night took it a step further, and proclaiming one families holiday meal to be ruined.

Holiday Meal???  Does CBS think that yesterday was a type of Thanksgiving that families get together over a bucket of chicken and give thanks? 

Yes, Brendan Keefe, one families decision to dine out for their traditional holiday meal at their friendly Popeye’s Fried Chicken fast food establishment was ruined by one reckless driver – for shame.

Not only does CBS 2 cover the story as a holiday meal gone tragic, but they also go into the breaking news over how it could have been worse if the people had decided to sit in the window instead of the inner booth. 

Sadly, I couldn’t stay up to watch the rest of their news program to watch the horror that became of one mans innocent holiday walk across the street that was ruined by getting struck by a car and then see all of the what ifs… what if he was wearing a sombrero, just imagine how much worse the accident could have been. 

Yesterday after work I was sitting at the end of the a bench on the E train minding my own business.  Then the doors opened at 5th Ave.  A tanned woman in her early 30s walked in, stood in front of me, grabbed the bar above me, and that was all it took.

Her boob was falling out, and I saw it!  Seriously, it was practically waving hello to me.

I’m talking about full on “hey my shirt is unbuttoned to my navel and my push up bra is too big for my cup size so my nipple says hi” breast. 

The only way that it could have been more obvious was if it were to have started singing like that cartoon frog “Hello my baby, hello my honey, hello my ragtime gaaaaal!  Baby my hearts on fiiiiiiirrrrre!”

God Bless America.

My building declared today to be Mr. Met day.

This basically meant that the cafeteria was having ballpark foods, and there was a special visit by the man himself – Mr. Met.

Yes, I got to hang out with him for a few, and yes, I do realize that my foot hurts from name dropping all day long today. 

He’s me and Mr. Met on a camera phone shot.

Had I known in advance I would have procured a digital photographer for this extra special day.

Afterwards Mr Met hung out in the cafeteria shaking up peoples salads, giving high-fives and generally causing a stir.

I hope that this marks the beginning of a trend that allows for various characters to swing by the building, cause I really have my heart set on getting a picture with the Hamburglar.

Let me just say that I am exhausted from being out in the beautiful warmth of the sun while playing on the swings for the second day in a row.

I can’t wait to go home so that I can nap on the subway.

If you’re like me then you have never watched more than two minutes of any American Idol episode, and kept with that trend last night. 

I have no idea what happened on the show as far as contestants went, but I did get to see my old pal Tony Bennett sing a tune.

He did great, and while it may have been a surprise to many of you watching last night, it wasn’t for me.  See, he and I go way back, and prior to his flight out to CA last night for the “live” season finale he came over my place just to say hello, chug a budweiser, and have a cupcake.  He does this from time to time, and, well, I really don’t mind.

After the show Tony had realized that he forgot his comb in the cushions of my couch, so he stopped by to retreive it. 

Since it was so late I insisted he crash in my spare bedroom a.k.a. the Tony Bennett Room – which it has always been called. 

This man couldn’t be more alive, and I’m glad to call him my friend.

This is the man himself all tucked in, after I woke him up around 7:30 this morning to get him out of my place. 

And this is us in my living room before we each shipped off for the day.

Tony, I hope that you’re having a good day with both your hair and comb!