This week, I had been all good and getting home early to get up early for work and acting like a responsible working individual and all that shit, but P. Fizzie and I threw all that out the window Thursday night. The only clear things I remember are: those hole in the wall gallery receptions are still crowded and a waste of time (except for their refreshments) and I was amused when this older woman said I should be flattered that I'm still getting carded. How so? I'm 23, not 40. They're saying I look like a HS kid. No compliment there. Also, that P. Fizzie and I knew downing a half bottle of Jim Beam was a bad idea, but we naturally did it anyways. We definitely suffered for it the next day.
So, considering I went to bed at 5:30am Friday and had a full -- and productive, those bastards -- day at work, you'd think I'd have run home without passing go and just fell into a coma until the next day. You'd be wrong, wrong, wrong! I'm a trooper. During the day, I had myself a big ass greasy breakfast platter (Grease, the hangover helper) and just tried not to move my head too much. I was pleasantly surprised to find that I won a place on the guestlist for the Felix Da Housecat DJ set at Blossom. I'm a lucky bastard, yo. Still, I tried my best to pass that along to someone, but no one was biting. I went home, chilled out, took a few hours of rest and I was out.
There was a going away party for two Wes heads at perpheral friends' deluxe apartment in the sky and I strolled through with TrendVickster. A year out, most have mellowed and can't really throw down like they used to. Even when it's "raging," it has the feel of a cocktail party with an occasional display of freaky dancing. It was fun in a totally adult way. I wandered downtown and almost cried because 419 was so terrible. The place is always half empty nowadays. It's a shame. I strolled over to Blossom after all and I wasn't too surprised to find that place packed to the gills. Wack spots never go out of style, unfortunately. I strolled off to Francopalozza for a few and had my memory lane flashback before calling it a night. In my old age, I'm trying to end on high notes.
Posted by Candicissima at June 22, 2004 01:09 PM