So, I didn't make it to Louie Vega/Robert Owens show at Shelter. I did give it a good honest try though. The lure of Wes friends and karaoke proved too much for me. P. Diddy came to town and I met up with him at the place these kids I've only gotten to know and adore in the past few months are subletting. They've got a freaking piano in that place. It's sooo nice. Pre-war Upper West Side. I was dripping with jealousy until the downstairs old shrew came up and went on a 15-minute tirade about the noise, threatening that she would get them and the actual tenants kicked out because her place is rent-controlled and basically, she's a bitch. I wanted to jump in and say, "blow it out your hole, biddy. My mommy works for housing court and you're talking out of your ass!" but I felt bad because she sprung on them from the elevator I rode up in and she reminded me the lady I ran into on the street a few years ago that ruined my Thanksgiving. I had been walking down 6th Avenue in the Village minding my business when I passed this nondescript old lady heading in the opposite direction. As she passed she said to me, "don't go causing any trouble. You'll ruin this nice day for all the good people" or something to that effect like I was a crackhead stealing someone's TV. Little old asshole white women trigger all sorts of repressed rage.
We rolled downtown to this bar that normally I wouldn't be caught dead in. The first thing I said before I even entered the dorr was: "is that country music I hear?" Indeed it was. The vibe was definitely fratboyish. We joked that it was a Beta party smack in the middle of NYC. But, hey, the drinks were cheap -- $3 tequila shots! That's what's up -- and the beer drinking boys got the cheapest pitcher they might find out of Middletown. Then we were on to karaoke. Who was that girl rolling on the table a la Madonna singing to "Like A Virgin?" I dunno. I was surprised I knew all the words to "Iris" and the rap part of "In The End" actually. The whole thing was stupid fun.
Next day, the 4th. No annual BBQ. I was pissed but not really then again. I only missed the ham. As my mom likes to say, we come from a long line of pig farmers, so bring on the other white meat! That night, Trendvickster and I rolled to that loft party. It was mad fun. Bands, fire jugglers, a DJ, a momentary interlude of foosball where I was kicking everyone's ass and heaps and heaps of cool people made my night. We had a nice view of the fireworks too. I never realized until that night how long that whole thing is. Gah. My legs got tired, then my ass fell asleep, and then my legs got tired again before it was over. Mr. Scenester was the consummate host. I found it kinda strange that he took so much time out to talk to me, but whatevs. If he would've been doing something extreme a la obviously trying to kick it to me or ignoring/avoiding me, that would've pissed me off.
Saturday was spent trying to get my tail into gear. I meant to get up early for the Summerstage show but it just wasn't working out. I got there about 5 when it was hopeless to get in. I heard Chaka Khan loud and clear. She was fabulous. She's got some killer lungs, man. I want to sing like that but my voice control is all nonexistant. Perhps voice lessons can be my post-book summer project. From there, I strolled across town to Midsummer Night's Swing, meeting P.D. and others on the way. At this point, we had a crew of 7 Wes kids and went uptown. After dinner and cocktails, we swooped down to the new place of more Wes kids on the Midtown West/Clinton/Hell's Kitchen border. They're renting and that place was so hot. They've got a view on Times Square! I wanted to lay down and cry because I wasn't smart enough to have been an Econ major, then forgot about that once I remembered that they'll be working 18-hour days to pay for that shit. We picked up 3 more kids and went off downtown. I felt like the freaking pied piper or something.
I was the most popular girl in NYC last weekend I'm sure. My phone was ringing off the damn hook. It was mad annoying. Especially since I didn't talk to the one person I really wanted to reach: Alex. Since he was heading off to Portugal for the rest of the summer Monday. I think I showed everyone a good time though. We haunted a lot of my hot spots Saturday and everyone seemed to get a kick out of it. We lost one of our party since he wandered off and called back in a panic. Drunkards. But, mostly it was chill. They definitely tired me out. I spent all Sunday crashing like a mofo. That's it until Labor Day I guess.
P.D. and I were discussing "to prowl or not to prowl" at various times. I was telling him that I'm so out of the market that it's not even funny. I've realized that inherently I'm just lazy right now. That's why I was bothering with C in the first place. It was already established and I didn't have to bother with meet-greet-flirt-buildup that someone new would involve. I'm just taking a sabbatical. I'm all about friends who are boys, but I think I'm in the most non-sexual, non-romantic mood I've been in since I was a tomboy in HS (and by that, I mean like senior year) and thought even a "boyfriend" was just a guy you hung around, watch movies and talked on the phone with if you felt like it but inherently had cooties and weren't as fun as regular friends. Does it reveal how much of a dater I'm not that I still pretty much feel like that's the general description of one? Except for the whole sex aspect. I was a late bloomer, I didn't think about that until later. And since it's in the middle of the night and I'm rambling (as usual) -- though this actually relates to other things P.D. and I talked about, I'll throw out some rules I live by that make a lot of situations less complicated. I don't even consider getting involved with 1) friends 2) exes of friends 3) friends of exes 4) significant others of people I know --whether I like them or not. As I said to PD, "isn't that just a little dramatic?" Cheating fucking sucks having been through that shit more times than I like to think about and a good friend beats a cheap trick anyday. You know?
Posted by Candicissima at July 9, 2003 03:20 AM