Here we are, but instead of a Papaya Dog sign, there's burger signs everywhere. At least it's still here, in what appears to be an unchanged form. Let's take a closer look.
Inside it looks the same. Let's slowly move in closer.
Here's a familiar face, when asked if this was still a Papaya Dog, despite all the nasty burger signage, he just threw his hands up in the air. At least the familiar beer taps are still here.
There's the familiar Papaya dogs sizzling away.
Fuck it, there's a Papaya Dog on his shirt, I say it's still a Papaya Dog and my original Fortress of Solitude lives on!
Aaahh, home sweet home.
Gumby's all settled in, but there's a shitload of noise coming from the back.
It's filled with drunken idiots whom I assume are here for New Years Eve at Times Square. They're louder thand fuck and really obnoxious.
Fuck, this is a Fortress of Solitude people! I'm out of here! I can't wait till January 2nd!
At least on my way out I saw that the original Papaya sign is still hanging on, just like the Vanilla Fudge. I shall return.
Okay, here we are at Penn Station and the place I made mention of that supposedly has morphed into something different is none other than my own personal Fortress of Solitude, The Papaya Dog in Penn Station. I've heard from a source who's on deep background that the Papaya Dog is now some sort of hamburger stand. This is quite troubling and upsetting news. For over a year, this has been my personal sanctuary to retreat to when the going has gotten tough. A shelter for Gumby and I to reflect and drink giant glasses of beer for four dollars. And now all that may be gone. We'll find out soon.
Penn Station is packed with tourists in town for New Year's Eve tomorrow. God I can't wait for January 2nd!
Okay, here we are on the second escalator down. Look away from that man's chrome dome or risk retina burn.
As we approach, my mind is flooded with questions. What if there's no more Papaya Dog in Penn Station? Will my old friends still be working there? Will there be beer? And of course the most pressing question...
Why is Pippa undateable? And who the hell is Pippa anyway? Stay tuned for the answers.
I thought every night I would start off the posts with a shot of what I had for dinner. Tonight I went down to the corner and got a big salad and spicy noodles. The salad has carrots, broccoli, onion, snow peas, croutons and fried onions. I had low-fat Tex-Mex dressing on it. The noodles are noodles in some sort of spicy sauce with sliced carrots.
It was delicious. And so, out we go.
And it's off we go, into the wild dark yonder.
Scary wig women alert! I'm never walking on this side of the street again. Aaaah!
Okay, it’s Friday and the bad news is I’m back at work (writing this on my break in case my boss is reading this). The good news? It’s a holiday weekend and after tonight, I have three days off! I’m really trying to be loose with this new, live format, but I do have one place in mind for one of my stops tonight. It’s a familiar place I’ve heard some troublesome reports on after I got back from my vacation. All will be explained as I head out tonight, so stay tuned or check back tomorrow for all of tonight’s live updates from the road. I came in early to work tonight, so I should be able to get out of here around 9 PM. So if you’re around, look for the first post around 10 PM or so. See you then!
P.S. When I’m working, the updates will be late at night, so I know a lot of you will miss them as they go up live, but my schedule’s changing and MAD will soon be done live, in prime time. Consider this the Beta Version for the next couple weeks.
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Let's go see if this really is a Party City inside.
I have to admit, it's pretty festive in here!
Is it me, or does this sound like cat food for your children?
Nothing screams, "Elegance" like plastic hats and tiaras!
The words, "drug mule" just entered my mind for some reason.
Celebrity Sighting at Party City!
Okay, so I’m taking goofy photos inside and I look to my left and who’s looking at New Year’s Eve boxes, but actor James Gandolfini. I did a double take and he noticed me and I could see a “here we go” moment coloring his face. I approached and said, “Do you mind if I take your photo?”
He winced and said, “I’d prefer if you didn’t, it’s kind of crowded in here.”
“Okay, that’s why I asked,” I answered back.
“That was really nice of you to ask!” He shot back smiling and extended his hand out.
“My name’s Marty,” I said while shaking his hand.
“I’m Jim,” he said, nodding his head a bit. “Thanks again for your consideration, that’s rarely done in this town.”
“No problem, have a great night and a happy new year,” I replied.
“You too, have a great new year,” he said walking away and disappearing into the aisles.
Oh, if he only could have seen me taking the photo of the Angry 7-Eleven man a couple of hours ago! Ba-da-bing, ba-da-boom!