The four of us went

The four of us went back into the city yesterday. We found ourselves stuck in traffic for the always-ith time going there. My father had a lunch meeting with the producer of his series, so we stopped a quarter of the way there and took the train.

Ran to board a leaving train in true movie fashion. It’s hard to run wearing a shirt, sweater, jacket, scarf and messenger bag.

And in the end… it wasn’t very cold out. Something about scarves—you don’t want to be the only pussy in the entire city of New York wearing one.

First time riding the train, it’s a very gooshy ride. There’s this gentle splish splosh of your insides from side to side for forty minutes. It’s not uncomfortable, just slightly… gooshy.

I walked the city for five hours straight. Nothing was accomplished. Saw the Naked Cowboy playing guitar in Times Square for the second time in three days. Went nine stories up in Macy’s… had no idea what the fuck Macy’s is all about.

Finished the night with a free dinner at Gallagher’s… where we filmed for the special a few days ago. Ate half of a thirty-nine dollar steak. You have to order everything separate… so each vegetable you add will cost you another nine dollars. A first course salad, eleven. Dessert, I have no idea. So yeah, now I know what thirty-nine dollars tastes like. So do my dogs, who finished the other half of that steak.

Anthony left today, despite the fifty mile an hour, icy winds of despair that came a blowin’ in. The winds were almost tropical storm strength, but with no tropical storm creating them, and with no tropical warmth.

Didn’t stop me from driving around though… Went to the local Barnes and Noble. Big, giant, now hiring sign inside. They could use the sign to hire someone to wear the sign, it was so big. Didn’t really come prepared to ask for a job though (no ID on me and what not), so I did not inquire at that time. Was disheartened to see that most of the employees seemed unapproachable. Not sure I want to work where everyone wears a turtleneck and knows who the hell Depak Chopra is.

Went with my mother to Stew Leonard’s. Stew Leonard’s is gigantic and the sign says, “World’s Largest Dairy Store! As Seen in Ripley’s… Believe it or Not!” So add that to the list of things my new home’s got. I’m really going to have to get into Stew Leonard’s now…

First off… the sign is bullshit. This place is definitely large… Wal-Mart large. But it’s certainly not a dairy exclusive store. I guess it made Ripley’s because it was just a dairy store at one time. But then it grew outward like a fungus.

So yeah, they have live cows in the front for everyone to see.

They also have a labyrinth. Just so you know. You grab a cart to go shopping and you walk in and then… BOOM. You’re under their control. No aisles… just a maze. Like some kind of Publix / Halloween Horrornights haunted house mixture. If you forgot to grab some relish… then you best backtrack a few miles.

But the other thing about this place. Animatronics… everywhere. It felt as if the man that opened Wall Drug in SD came and created this place. There were spinning acrobats and talking celery and all kinds of crazy things.

I went to grab a bunch of bananas and was immediately hit up by a singing banana robot. It was loud and frightening, I tell you this.

Also, tried to keep a straight face long enough to walk past a person in a chicken costume. This is impossible, and I failed.

Otherwise, a normal day.

Have to wake up in the morning to take a family after picture for People Magazine. That’ll freak my shit out; seeing myself in People.

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