April 1st the courts open up and its time for a little tennis. This year I’m incented more to work out and get active … especially since I got those cholesterol results last Nov. Well I have a few friends around the city that play but they have yet to set anything up for me… maybe its the prospects of playing with a former HS star. That’s right, ala Al Bundy, I go around spitting my stories of the high school glory days…
On the subject of tennis, a few friends and I got together in the afternoon last weekend and found a great spot for indoor gaming with drinks! The Fat Cat in the West Village, is an underground mecca for billiards, table tennis, foose ball, and a plethora of board games… Supply the patrons with beer and 5$ an hour gaming (or some 4$ an hour internet access) and you have the 30-somethings geek heaven… I’ll still be there for some games to start off a day but if you want a match up of Beirut you’re best off going to Off the Wagon or Jake’s Dilemma.
Just back from an excellent trip in Vegas. Not too much to report but a lot of drinking and too much gambling. Too much because I came back in the negative this time around and I knew I should have stepped away from those BlackJack tables earlier with winnings… 
How often are you going out clubbing and this happens to you… You spend about 20 minutes to an hour and half getting duded up for a mega club or hipster bar. Hair’s just right, the vintage belt buckle and $200 ripped jeans are fittin’. You meet your other fashionable bitches and head off to the spot. Getting there, you have to deal with a 50+ person lines, brainless velvet rope apes, or self-absorbed, clipboard-carrying VIP line bitches. Once inside you’re dealing with snub clubbers that are equally bitter about the “getting in” ordeal then you have to waste more time getting a $12 drink that’s been watered down the night before, filled over the rim with ice or just poured week. Patrons are assholes, ugly, pretenscious snobs with no style or anything interesting to say. It seems getting trashed is the only way to have a blow out time…and you just spent too much time and money to get there.