I read Rules of Attraction last week and it turned me into more of a hater than I am usually. (Imagine that!) In the same way that my overdue freedom from Wes turned me into a dancing vampire (for a min anyways), a book sending up the inanities of GOSPLACs has me on a residual anti-pretentious bit. Less syllables, less words. I, of course, am exempt because I'm running this show. It pays to be the boss.
I rang in the 4th with Faiks and Trendvickster on a terrace outside the U.N. "Happy birthday, America!" screamed out this little old lady who'd be overly enthuasiastic the whole fireworks show. Faiks hooked us all up and it was cool to be the closest I've ever been to that type of stuff in my whole life. I was reminded why when we and the thousands of other people watching the action from the FDR Drive were penned in going up 42nd Street. It took us at least a half hour to go a block. Not so fun.
A was my co-pilot for Taco Tuesday, my fave event so far this summer. It was funny just catching up and thinking that he's known me since the first day of seventh grade, almost 12 years ago. We were in school together for 10 years. Have we changed at all? I'm less angry, sometimes less confident, still opinionated as all shit, and always talking a mile a minute. He's come more into his own and still struggling to keep up with me. It's just fun to reminisce sometimes and be with people who've seen you change and grow over the years.
We've both got the "what's next? what do you do when you're from the place people like to move to and you're bored with it?" thoughts running through our heads. We're also busy. He's in school and working. I'm running around event planning and working. Sometimes it's just nice to be still for a moment with an old friend.
Posted by Candicissima at July 7, 2005 11:01 PM