I’m down in The City for a few days, waiting on a package so I can go get my VISA. It should have been here days ago, and I’m starting to get a little suspicious that I may never see it.
Anyway, a friend of mine came up from Jersey last night. We met and Penn Station and hung out for a few hours. It was a great time. We grabbed dinner at Bubba Gump’s, and then walked figure-eights around Madison Square Garden, talking and catching up.
Little did I know, but the Gump was killing me on the inside. By the time I got back to Brooklyn, my insides were jell-o. I was up most of last night, a slave to those natural body functions that no-one likes to talk about. It was horrible.
The problem is, I’m still sick as a dog. I hope I get better by the time I have to leave, because there is NO way I can travel on a subway / Amtrak in my current condition.
Tags: bubba gump's, nyc, sick