I have this vague memory as a kid of this movie, Saturday the 14th - a pretty terrible spoof of the Friday the 13th series I guess, although I seem to recall a ton of other monsters. I guess just a spoof of the horror genre in general I guess.
Coronavirus-speaking, I suppose the 14th is worse than the 13th though. Numbers are growing much faster than they are dropping.
After my weekend run, we went to brunch at Malibu Farm, an organic Cali-themed restaurant out on the pier at South Street Seaport. It was moderately busy but we were appropriately socially-distanced and enjoyed the food greatly. I don't think they knew it yet, but the entire pier shutdown later that day, none of the restaurants would be serving food any longer.
Afterwards we wandered the streets of South Street Seaport, keeping an eye open on what was still open, what had closed. On our way back we made another stop at our local grocery store to stock up, but ultimately in the end we had a nice dinner at our local, Delmonico's (the grand old restaurant at the base of my building) bar. It was the last meal they served before being shutdown - I made Travis promise that on it's first day back open, whenever that might be, we would return for another meal.
When we got home we decided to rewatch Paris is Burning - a documentary about the Harlem vogue scene from the early 80's, when Manhattan was last in the midst of a plague, one taken less seriously since it primarily impacted gay men. It was a great movie, although if I'm honest we got so drunk that I don't have strong memories of how it ended. Will need to rewatch the last few minutes again.
It was a good day overall, despite what was going on. Up until yesterday Travis was adament that we go out to our friend Rob's place on Shelter Island. T is still new to the city and the though of being trapped here as the virus escalates was scaring him, understandably. With Myndi departing yesterday and the risk of our getting her sick no longer an issue I the tension has dropped some. Our neighborhood is actually quite relaxed - many of those that live here have most likely headed back home to family or to homes up north or on Long Island. There was a day earlier in the week in which our grocery store apparently had a line, but since then everything has run smoothly.
Sunday, March 15th
We woke late in the morning, particularly myself, and in so much pain. Not just from a hangover, but from the persistent back injury that gets reignited every time Travis and I drunkly wrestle. I could barely walk for a bit - ugh. Trying to get a 35 year old to understand and relate to such pain is nearly impossible!
When I finally dragged my ass out of bed I knew the only way I was going to make myself feel better was by taking a long bike ride - which I did! The usual ride, up the west side of Manhattan to it's very tip - a 24 mile round trip in total. It was a typical sunny, blustery day for this time of year and more crowded than I would have anticipated. Although since there isn't much else that can be done, I guess I shouldn't have been surprised.
We spent the rest of the afternoon relaxing, making dinner at home and watching the Nina Simone documentary, "What Happened, Miss Simone?" on Netflix. It was beautifully done, very insightful piece of work about a brilliant artist who tried to fight the "machine" and in many ways succeeded, but in others lost. I was shocked to hear about how abusive her relationship was with her husband.
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