The weekend is finally coming to a close as I am slowly but surely making my way back to North Carolina; it is now Tuesday afternoon. The following is a recollection to the best of my ability of my adventure to New York City for the Del Close Marathon 9, and my third year in attendance.
I'd like to say, first of all, that this trip was rather bittersweet, as three more of my close friends have made the leap to make that city their home, and I will truly miss them. More on this later.
Proceed!
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Part 1 - Thursday, July 26th -
Scott picks me up from my apartment around 9:30 AM so we can go get some breakfast at Weaver Street before hitting the road. Scott is relaxed, but aloof. I have a bagel and cream cheese, because where would I ever find one of those in NYC? We go pick up his cats, lock up Scott's place and get on 95 @ exactly 11AM.
>We proceed to haul ass until Maryland where we stop at Burger King. Whoppers are surprisingly better than most other fast food burgers, but they still suck. Their fries, however, are the worst in the biz. Scott and I talk a while and listen to his Sirius Radio, which is a pretty handy distraction since Scott won't let me drive. Scott loves Morrissey. I get excited about the bridges & I also pay a lot of toll money because Scott doesn't have cash (SJ, you still owe me $11 and I expect a check in the mail before Friday). We stop once more on the NJ turnpike to whiz. 
Then, in what might be record time, we arrive in the Upper West Side at approximately 7pm. We are greeted by Nick, Jason, and Corey and we begin to unload the rest of Scott's things from the car. Dave arrives home shortly thereafter. The boys' new place is great for the price and the area. With the exception of a smallish living room and only one bathroom, I'll say those guys will be quite comfortable-- especially due to the large prison yard style deck. Their neighbor has a dog, bad teeth, and plays bass. He may very well be the model for The Simpsons' Otto. We have a beer, and go grab some real NYC pizza around the block. Scott teases Nick about getting a pepperoni slice and eating it like a southerner. We eat and go to the nearby bar O'Connell's. The pitchers are $8, and I have a couple of beers before heading further downtown to meet Brian, Chris, and Dean at Triple Crown. I take a couple of shots of Jameson with them, which reminds me why I try not to take shots any more. Nonetheless, its good to catch up with those guys, but I feel myself fading fast from the grueling car ride, so I take off and jump on the 1 train to head back uptown. I have a little trouble sleeping, as it's a little hot and I am having nightmares.
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Love the pictures.
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