The advent of mobile communication has all contact in a sleeper-hold. I had a conversation about how Google and Apple pretty much run the planet and its a little ridiculous that we still have government. A little back story, I’ve been having the worst month ever when it comes to mobiles. I’ve had a blackberry upgrade stolen, turned on one semi-prehistoric Virgin Mobile phone, found a Verizon blackberry that I couldn’t use not only because it was a different carrier – but because it was earlier than the model I was waiting for, waited for the new blackberry to show up after filing an insurance claim, got back to Brooklyn, got mugged for that blackberry after a week of having it, and now I have the same Samsung that I had freshman year of college. BUMMER RIGHT. Not really. Yesterday I didn’t have a new sim card for the Samsung and had to rely on static technology to supplement my mobile inadequacies.
A good friend of mine contacted me over Facebook Messenger, either the most annoying messaging service or most essential in certain situations, and told me he was in SoHo and I probably should get out there because there was a mega babe alert in the street. This the first conversation I’m having of the day, waking up at like four because the night before was insanely wild (Free Drinks, Limousine, Promo Store party, Free PAIR of Yankee tickets, Bottles at the Club, House Party on the Bowery in the most gigantic apartment that I’ve been in yet…you know, the usual). So we have a terse chat about meeting at the Apple store at a specific time and it is referred to as “old school”. I make moves and get to the Apple store at 5:10 just like I said I would. The streets are definitely babed-out and I suggest we cruise to a deli to get a large sparkling water for walking around with. We first go to the supermarket on Mott and its retarded that the don’t have large Pelligrino so I’m like fuck that. We pick up a Perrier next door (the glass keeps it colder). I then remember, that we forgot to check out the free shit available in the city for the day when we had internet access. This feat is usually going on in my left hand at moments of lull in the conversation. It has, I’ll admit, been oddly refreshing not radiating my brain by focusing my eyes on a tiny little screen for way more hours of the day than anyone should.
We run into another good friend at Apple who was also around for the night of madness. I recap with him about what was “wrong” with the night (insert any anecdote ever about a girl simply not getting that the guy with the motorcycle and the amazing loft who just paid for the limo after bottles at the club who is in bed with another girl right now while we’re all at his house, might not be feeling you and since we made out the other night maybe we should just go for it because your on vacation and leaving in four days anyway), around the laptops while sorting out the free event. Turns out we decided to catch a series of Swedish short films being screened at Socrates sculpture park in Queens. Definitely was a good time. Three for $10 32oz Presidente’s and two savory cigarettes bummed each. Back in BK we talked – rather, I rambled on – about inter-connectivity in the new millennium and making the most of free shit in the city and pretty much what is wrong/right with the world.
This morning I check my Facebook and my status is something like “ I’m left my Facebook open in the apple storeee, I’m gay. Just kidding llllaaater kid”
