America, fuck yeah! Saw it Wednesday with Fizzie and a theater full of folks. We're still wearing our wristbands and Fizzie was slightly annoyed at me because my reply to his "go get them [being Trey and Matt] to sign the shirts" was: "But, they're standing right here. *blink* They just passed." Oops. And I discovered I'm an idiot because those "matchbooks" are actually filled with puppet-sized condoms...which is funny, but damn I wanted free matches.
The week was an alcohol and/or sleep deprived blur. I was never in bed before 3 am, so every day before noon at work was a total wash. Is it time for my vacation yet? But, I got a good night's sleep last night because I got up today at 3:30. Good times.
Monday, I spent QT with my dear Steven, even playing bystander to his relationship drama. Further proof that even "dating" is for the birds, kids. I also made the mistake of taking him out Tuesday night to meet up with Jenny, open bar, and new drinks in radioactively glowing green cups (Everglo, folks. It's aight.) and then forgot the cardinal rule of getting a heartbroken friend drunk: put their drunk ass to bed so they can't cause any more damage. Ah well.
Wednesday was the previously mentioned movie screening, followed by a trip downtown to a monthly party when I played mouse and mouse with the DJ/promoter I had met in Brooklyn the other week. It didn't take too long to realize the problem with going to a party to talk with someone while having another guy with you ambiguously. I was being a chickenshit natch, but he was kinda intimidated by Fizzie there. We really ran circles around the place with no connection. Hi, I'm 23 going on 11! I really needed someone like Alex or PrincessNella at that moment who would just shove me into him and/or bring him over to help out a hopeless cause. There's always next month I suppose...or around town. NYC is wonderfully big and socially tiny place. After getting that flyer from him, I heard about the party from no less than 4 other places on the net/mailing lists. I found out we were at the same Halloween party last year. He's a friend of a friend...and on Friendster. I could rock the hell out of this with only some nerve. Le sigh.
I've been doing CMJ stuff only tangentially. Thursday night, I went to two showcases for a min way late. Kitty Power says no to hipster art metal and empty dance floors, respectively! Life has mostly been wandering around with the kids and being happy that places are filled and strangely fun for a switch. And marvelling that just when I had forgotten about The Director again, there he was -- almost for real this time. Developing...
Posted by Candicissima at October 16, 2004 06:10 PM