The BBQ Situation

On my way to the Whitney Museum, I stopped off with my dad to get out of the heat and get a very cold drink and something very healthy to eat. So we popped into BBQ's on the Upper East Side on New York City where I used to live.  I picked my table. One always identifies the "right" table after looking around at all the other tables. I looked around the restaurant to check out the people as I always do.  

[This is what female bodybuilders looked like where Mark and I trained in back in the early to mid 90's. Pumping Iron was our gym and also home away from home.] 

I then spotted one of the waiters and looked at him and focused on his face. It was one of my best friend's from my past who was also my roommate for a while when I left the University Of Florida. Go Gators. Not. My friend Mark looked over at me and had this stupid look on his face like "hey girl, get out of my way or I'm going to dump these fried chicken wings on your head." Once he realized that it was me, he stared in disbelief and then showed a sign of happiness to see me after such a long time. He had not changed much, still a funny, depressed guy who now is even more depressed then ever because he is working at BBQ's and trying to support his wife and keep her happy and proud of him.

He told me he lived in Queens after living only a block away from our old apartment where he had rodents and then decided to move to Las Vegas. He moved back after four days. Mark then moved in with his sister two hours away in New Jersey. His sister had a hang nail and sued the doctors and has not worked since. We exchanged numbers and hopefully will catch up next week. Oh right, and for you Michael Moore fans,  Mark told me he did not have health insurance and has not for 20 years because he cannot afford it, which made me feel terrible.