The weekend that just passed was one of those weekends that somewhat resembled me in the days before NYC morphed into Antarctica, but still reflecting my new-found whatever since the New Year has dawned.
I decided Thursday after blowing an interview out the park and getting my offer later that day that I needed to break out before getting sucked back into the exhausting up early-work, work, work-bed early, rinse and repeat cycle. I dragged my broke-ass, freezing carcass into the world and lighted on Sapph for the first time in a minute. Have I mentioned that I love the place again? A time away was just what I needed. That place is my home base. My friends are there and I can just drop in, shoot the shit and leave and that will be a full night. And I don't have to spend up all my money to do it. I've grown to love a few other places about town like 419 and Drum (it's all about the Saketini, man) but I'm tired of leaving there even more broke. Still, it's wonderful and rare to have a place you can really just go and chill. Adopt a bar/lounge, y'all!
The rest of the weekend was also on the out and about tip. The curiosity was killing me, so I ventured out in the single digits to check out the party Bill had pimped so thoroughly. Another cyber suggestion: Ms. Kittypower is a naturally intrepid sort -- distance permitting. Pimp anything enough on your site and I'll probably go just because I'll be intrigued. Especially since I'm destined to run into something amusing there and I love an adventure. Bill is 18 feet tall -- or perhaps I'm just short when real sized people enter the equation. I am average height after all, so for every 10 people I'm happy to tower over, there are the giants that make me feel like a child. And he apparently likes to play head games with his captive audience, so I was amused. I then went to 419, ignoring the screams of my ATM card, and set myself up in the corner to people watch.
Lately, the game that's been playing out is: Candice is the corner, minding her beeswax, and shorties (cute, eh?) trying to kick some shit or another to varying success. Sometimes I've got the play by play commentary running in my head. If it was a movie, there'd be Walt "Clyde" Frazier and Marv Albert at nearby table saying, "Ooh...that was a nasty block. Candice has got some good defense." "Yeah, she's been working on that game. She's created a brilliant strategy." "Ouch. Another brick. The offensive game is weak." "They forget they're going up against the best." (B-ball is on the brain. The men on the bus are losing their minds over the Knicks. 4 in a row, baby!) This one guy really got bent out of shape. He almost made me want to laugh at him. We had hardly gotten into it. It was still in the "blah blah cute girl how you doing tonight blah blah my game is weak blah blah" opening stages and when I was like "My name is Secret. I don't give it out," he got really frustrated and started to whine. Dude. Talk about losing even my goodwill points at the moment. He then sulked himself back over to what I'm gonna assume were his wing babes. Get a life, son!
Proving myself once again as a random magnet, I ended up a convo with a young fellow. We're leading the Asics revolution. Act like you know. He threw out heading around the corner to the one of the few boldfaced name places I had yet to go and I went along with a shrug. Boredom is a great motivator. I entered, I observed, we mingled and danced, I left. The lights are like seizure-inducing in that bitch. The design is tight and a kid loves some microhouse, but that's about all I can compliment.
The next night was back to Brooklyn at this party. En route, I received a call from Grandmastah H trying to get me somewhere uptown in Manhattan. Though my parameters have expanded somewhat, (train passage excluding) I don't do above Chelsea, so I demured with potential chill time later or another day. I got Moon out of the house and we had a fun girls' night time, dancing and such. I revealed my plans for a pre-birthday, Ultra Music Festival/Winter Music Conference Miami jaunt (23 will be live. Just letting you know.) and *cough* perhapsvisitingandsailingwithFarmerbutwhateverwe'rejustfriendssoblah. *cough* (Pesky cold.) and related issues. I capped off the night heading to GH's where we hung out and ordered food in (yay!) and watched Snatch (double yay!).
That's what this year is about so far: keeping it chill with my kids. Good deal.
Posted by Candicissima at January 21, 2004 04:28 PMyou know i forgot who farmer was again, right? :)
and damn girl, you posted like 7 times since this one..
Posted by: jay at January 22, 2004 10:07 PMGeez...people in Sweden are probably set on who Farmer is and you are one of the few who actually know his real name!
And yeah, I posted a lot. It's feast or famine around here. Can't you tell?
Posted by: Candicissima at January 23, 2004 04:13 AM