Got the Jimmy Legs

Everything you know is wrong

Oh no! Okay, I haven't been to the Brooklyn Inn in a long time, so maybe I'm somehow to blame for this, but I always liked that bar. Now comes word that the bar is to be repurposed into a bistro. What the fuck is a bistro, anyway? This sounds suspiciously like what happened to the Sweetwater Tavern in Williamsburg. It used to be a foul-smelling, graffitied-up liquor barn with a surly clientele, and then one day I walked by and it was a 'cute' little restaurant, with curtains and quaint lettering on the window. Eww.

The Brooklyn Inn wasn't all that special, but it had the sense to it that it had been exactly the same for decades. I don't even think it was all that cheap. But I used ot meet a friend of mine there after work, as it was equidistant from our respective homes. So now it's gonna be a frickin' bistro, I've moved to the other end of the boro, and my friend moved back to Cleveland. Is nothing sacred?

UPDATE: The bistro may not be true after all! What? Something on the Internet turns out to be false? What a world. Here's an Eater Update, sounds like it will remain a bar, albeit a lame one like Magician and Tile Bar. Whooppee.

You've been down too long in the midnight sea

It's already too hard. Nevertheless, here are some good things that came to pass over the weekend:

  • Finished putting the drywall up in the basement, reinforced and rehung door, sealed joints
  • Fixed faulty light switch in basement (no more unscrewing the bulbs to turn them off)
  • Took a nap (a feat in of itself) and Freddie the Stray Cat stayed on the bed with me the whole time (normally she heads for zee hills when i get within eyesight)
  • Key Food Onion Rings: 2 for $4
  • Kick-ass show (Behold … the Arctopus, Dysrhythmia, Ancient Wound) at new venue (Don Pedro) which is right off the J train
  • Partially watched bizarre documentary at the bar about Afrobeat innovator Fela Kuti; sadly, Netflix does not yet have it.
  • And this morning I put on some 'summer weight' pants and found $43 in the pocket!

Some stagger and fall after all it's not easy

Walls Sealed, originally uploaded by Jimmy Legs.

Getting sick of photos of plywood (with or without caulk and expanding foam)? This is the last time you'll see it here! Exciting pictures of drywall next!

Nothing can change the shape of things

Wall4, originally uploaded by Jimmy Legs.

The last wall has been (more or less) erected. Tonight I will break out the expanding foam, and tomorrow … drywall.

And take you to your special island

You know how sometimes when you drink you end up doing things you later regret? Well, this happened to me the other night. I awoke on Sunday with a pounding head and the sobering realization that at 3:30 the night before I was singing "Captain Jack" because Alex knew how to play it on the piano. Sure it could be construed as an amusing party-type moment, but the more I thought about it, the worse it seemed. Now I keep thinking, "What if the neighbors were trying to sleep? What if their bed is right on the other side of the piano-room wall? Oh god I was singing Billy Joel. I mean, please. Billy Joel."

Luckily, my body shut itself down soon after. My only solace is that I think the neighbors know I live in the lower part of the house, and will blame it on Buzz. They think he's trouble anyway.