"Little West 12th and Washington."
"You look like a movie star," says the cabbie. I insert my eyeroll at the proper spot. "Have you been in something? You look familiar."
"Yeah right," I respond. "I wish. I'd love that movie star money."
"What do you do?"
"I work for a marketing company."
"Well, there's gotta be good money in that."
"Yeah, you'd think...but not really."
I feel him looking at me in the rearview and I look up. "Sorry...you should be a movie star. You look like the type going places."
"Heh. Thanks. Let's hope."
The day before, I was back to business as usual playing the wandering intrepid. Some downtown party had to be found on a street with a familiar name but hidden location. I had mapped it out at home to be sure, but was still a bit turned around on the street. I stood at the corner wondering which way and picked up the trail from the weaving hipster sorts walking my way. I could use the drunkies like breadcrumbs/a rainbow with a nice full glass of my own waiting on the other end.
I suppose the new thing is to forego those pesky front door and stairs combo to just give you an elevator to the street. I strolled on the scene confused and played with my phone until I was assured that I wouldn't look like an ass pressing the button. Emerging on floor 2 was the typical scene: too many people jammed into a narrow space (check), free something or another (check), booze freeflowing and calling my name (check). Wes kids at 2 o'clock damped the fun slightly but ignored them and kept rolling up to the makeshift bar table. The bartender guy looked at me expectantly. "Can I get a vodka and cranberry?" I asked.
He held up two bottles: Brand X El Cheapo that I bought a few days later for the apt and The Sponsor's Brand O' Whatever. I shrugged and he picked The Sponsor. As if it really makes a difference. He added tonic to the cup and I looked at him quizzically. He shook his head no and said, "you wanted cranberry" before putting that cup to the side and making a new one. I held in the "oh that's cool, I'll drink that one too!" for my benefit and thanked him when he handed me the cup.
Jenny came along soon after and I had someone to stand and gab with, which really is something that always starts to ball of randomness rolling. She ran into someone she knew and his friend and I went off on a "horrors of living on your own" dishfest after deducing that all of us lived pretty close to each other. The best part of being back in Brooklyn is that everyone else is here too. No more "I grew up in Brooklyn, but now I live in *mumble* Jamaica." Fuck a Queens! Anyways, I had my most fun unexpected blogosphere to real life crossover when Abe came over (seeing him always dredges up school spirit I didn't know I had. Yay Hunter!). [For the record, the strangest was Nick in Kmart. What's next someone in Duane Reade?]
Post-party, I was off a little uptown to do the friend-of-a-friend thing up real big and hopefully meet up with The DJ and D. Worlds collided as I instantly recognized one of the performers from his job at 419...okay, APT. I barely go there anymore, so I can take the psuedonym away. (Incidentally, I ran into him there Thursday night and gave a "good job" on his performance. Think that'll keep me in Taylor's 20 for a minute?) I marvelled at how miniature Joe's Pub was. I'd never been there before and just imagined it as way bigger. It makes Blue Note look like Roseland.
I settled into any place where I could find room and see the stage with my $5(!) bottle of water(!) in front of this table. I stuck up a convo with the occupants and took them up on their offer to sit. I got pushed all the way in and started chatting with the guy next to me about music and the like. Meanwhile, I ran into The DJ and D standing around. I remarked to them that their friend onstage was looking like Leisure Suit Larry. D laughed "oh, you're so right" (like a liar) and The DJ looked at me puzzled. I tried to help him: "Okay...I can tell you weren't playing computer games in the '90s. He had this whole thing like...uhh..." I was thinking Charlie from Empty Nest, but he seemed not like the Saturday night tv watching type in the '90s either. So, I continued with that guy's other persona: "You know, like Joe Izuzu!" Another blank. Bless his pretty heart. I took the B/Larry comparison back to the guy at the table and he knew exactly what I meant. Sometimes it's the little things. One of the girls asked him when he was planning on asking me out on a date and we both looked around embarassed. Something was vaguely setup for this week and we took a cab back to Brooklyn since we live about four blocks apart, but I'm a cynic and we'll just see what happens. Or not because I'm lazy too.
Posted by Candicissima at January 23, 2005 03:17 PM
