Bob was supposed to have met us at the rally, but it took longer for him and Mil to pick up a dishwasher at Jen's parents' house in Bayonne and a dresser at B&J's apartment and deliver them to Mil and Oksana's place than he anticipated, so he didn't make it.
Here's Hal at the rally before the march:
And here's me:
After a bunch of people, mostly representatives of unions, spoke against the war at a rally, 45,000 of us marched from Union Square to Foley Square. Hal and I were near the front of the pack, and we found ourselves walking behind a banner that some people we didn't know were carrying. We joked about what it might say on the banner; I suggested it was probably marking NAMBLA's contingency. Not too far into the walk, we moved quickly around the banner and found that it in fact was pointing out that a million Iraqis have died since the U.S. invaded the country. That's of course an estimate because the Bushies don't believe in keeping records of the civilian deaths they've caused. Why keep evidence for The Hague? If only there were some chance these greedy, murderous thugs would be brought to justice some day. But I really don't ever see that happening. If the Democrats have taken impeachment off the table, they surely won't consider sending Bush, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Rice, Wolfowitz, Feith, Powell, and all of the other assholes to be tried for their war crimes.
Hal and I took the subway back to Union Square to grab some lunch at Whole Foods. (Before the rally, since we'd had time to kill, we'd walked around the Greenmarket and hit the comic book store for Hal and the wine shop for me.) Then we came to Brooklyn, I walked the woofers, and Hal played with my Wii. Everybody wants to play with my Wii. It's sleek and white and fun, fun, fun. Then we went over to Bob's. Bob had said he wanted to treat Hal and me to dinner to celebrate that we've been friends for 20 years. The three of us met in a debate class our first semester at Trenton State College in September 1987. Mercy.
Jen took some photos of the three of us to mark the occasion, including some with the kids after Abbe said she wanted to get in the picture. I'd have posted a photo in which Bob was smiling, but there weren't any. Just like he did when I photographed him with his much-desired iPhone, Bob purposely didn't smile. Sigh. I'd also have posted a photo of me without red eyes, but there weren't any of those either even though Jen used red-eye reduction. I think I'd gotten so worked up during the protest that the fire in my eyes couldn't be extinguished. Or something like that.
Bob sent these pictures to our buddy Dan, who we've also known forever, though not quite 20 years. Actually, Hal may have known Dan for 20 years this year. He got entrenched at the student newspaper sooner than Bob or I did, and Dan, who's a year older than the rest of us, was already hanging out there when Hal arrived. Anyhow, Dan said that Hal and I have aged the best. I'm certainly not going to argue with that. :)
We had dinner at Sotto Voce because it offers the most deliciousness for the price. You just can't have a bad meal there. Not that I'm trying.
Hal picked up his bag at my place, and he went home to feed
his cat his ex-girlfriend's cat. Bob and I were hoping Hal would stay over, but he'd neglected to leave extra food out for the cat and he didn't want to make him wait until morning for his next meal.
The next day, Abbe, Bob, and I went to Lombardi's for lunch as part of A&B's regular pizza quests to try various pizzerias around the city. Lombardi's dates back to 1905 and is recognized as the first pizza restaurant in the U.S.
We split a large plain pie. It was delicious.
Here's a photo, taken on my iPhone, of Abbe and Bob, who looks sorta almost to be happy.
And here's me, seated next to the rack of chardonnay. We ate in the basement of the restaurant. It was a little dark but pleasant enough.
I'm going to have to take Dad to Lombardi's sometime. For dessert, we could go to Rice to Riches, which is on the way to Lombardi's from the F train stop. Dad loves Jean's rice pudding. (Without raisins, of course.) Could RTR's possibly stand up to Jean's homemade? It'd be fun to try and see. Dad would have to get the plain kind, for the sake of comparison. I'd almost certainly get some kind with chocolate in it. And then we could work some of it off by walking—and shopping—around SoHo. It sounds like the recipe for another great weekend in the city.
*I checked the paper of record's Web site, and I also didn't find any mention of the march.