The persona this week: fresh-faced wise-beyond-her-years ingenue. Pretentious? Oui. But I felt like rolling with it, so I did.
The weekend began on a Thursday night after work at some happy hour with people and stuff. Reunited briefly with Steven who was on his own little crusade that night. That's my Shecky, always up to something. He's moving down to the LES shortly. (Stay away from the dirty hipsters, Steven! Resist! Resist!) I was in a Chatty Cathy mood that night -- and no, I wasn't even drunk. As midnight began to get uncomfortably close, I said my goodbyes and went uptown, making a last minute plan switch and dropping in to meet Hani down on B. I hadn't seen him for a minute, so that was nice. As I am with everyone lately, I'm pretty unsympathetic to relationship -- or lack thereof -- issues. If you didn't fuck, I don't want to hear it. And if you did, I don't want to hear that either -- okay, maybe a little bit.
The next day at work, I was yawning like the Reach Man. I really was afraid of popping my jaw out of joint. I went to B&N after work to gather up some magazines and use my birthday present gift card up as I waited for C. I picked up the new Black Book, featuring my love Adrien. And I'm no Pianist come lately because I liked him since Summer of Sam and Restaurant. I even saw that jacked up Love The Hard Way, that's some love. I love him so much, I want to tie his ass to a chair and force feed him 2 Big Mac value meals, gently natch. My friend CR, a new LA transplant, reported that he saw him in Target and he was even thinner than he looked on the screen. That just ain't right. C came along and we wandered into Whole Foods. That place is like a vortex. I didn't really need that big ass carton of yogurt or nectarines or that sandwich with cranberry bread or the Brie, but that place made me get it anyway. Luckily, the prices are too ridiculous to have me getting food there all the time. It's so tempting to go there for lunch sometimes. It is only around the corner from the job.
A dispatch from Jenny got me to Bushwick for a loft party. [I've got to note: sheesh, is everyone moving to Bushwick nowadays? It's becoming party central or something. Just like Williamsburg, my actual likelihood of moving there is so nil. I come home way too often circa 5am to be wandering down some street with big dark ass warehouses and lots being the only things around. I'm not scared per se, but there's no point in courting trouble, nah mean?] Being a late tired ass, I missed the band a.k.a. the whole point, but had some good time just being in conversation. On the way home, I got to kick myself to note that I, who complain about the utter lack of interesting prospects, was flanked by three single (I suppose) hot guys yet played neutral and "boys have cooties." When did I regress to HS? Living at home has sufficiently sucked out my spark. I need to move like yesterday. Or relearn to make a move instead of just passively scoping. I need help.
Saturday, Jay-V and I made our way to Weehawken for a BBQ, thrown at the home of my phone tag pal, the Film Fest Party Guy. What a great view of the Manhattan skyline off the cliffside! If there was a better way to get there besides buses, I'd defect in a heartbeat. It was really nice over there. The event was held in a backyard courtyard with its own fountain and ivy covered stone. So gorgeous. Being the social animals we are, Jay and I held court on a bench until she left after a couple hours and I wandered around chattering away. It was nice finally seeing the guy again and get the chance to hang with him. Though everyone had some years on me and were shocked (positively shocked!) when I outed myself as 23 [note: I'm never sure whether to be pleased or insulted. Do they mean it that I can't be young because I'm not a giggly airhead or that I look old/bad for my age, even with my 16-year old face?], everything had a senior week vibe to it. We smacked a pinata and sprayed water gun shots of tequila into willing mouths.
I also realized why I like this guy (and the others) and what my prototype is: he's unassuming, artsy, ambitious, relaxed, confident, unconventionally good-looking. A bit of an edge where I least expected it. He's just natural and straight-forward. We can just riff on whatever and I feel engaged. It's all just fun to me, but not the shallow kind.
So, what's gonna happen? Who knows? One step at a time, like always. ETA: Guess who just reemerged like clockwork? He Whose Name I Can't Mention To Any Friend of Mine Without Them Getting Primed To Beat Me Upside My Head. The man has a sixth sense for these things. But, save the beatdown, kids, I'm not that erm, frustrated. Yet.
Random Thought Of The Day: Does "Trick Me" sound like an inverted "The Seed" or what?
Posted by Candicissima at July 11, 2004 06:33 PM