First, a few reasons why I'm a lamer:
1. This whole "10 posts in 10 days" thing isn't going so well. I'm just lazy (and lame). Sorry.
2. Most of this weekend has been me lounging around all day in the house -- barely rising to eat -- and then emerging when the sun goes down like a vampire.
3. I was actually telling myself today that I need to give up on this weight loss/exercise kick because I realized that the first thing to go would be my breasts. We can't have that. I was flat chested for too many years to let them go! Yes, I am obsessed with my own tits. I am totally weird.
4. I've spent over $100 this weekend on nothing but takeout and booze. That sucks.
5. I was in H&M the other day and I heard this song playing and correctly identified it as The Arcade Fire, even though I've never heard them before. That shows you how much goddamned time I used to spend on ILM.
The weekend was pretty great though. Friday night, I did something that's been thwarted for over a year now: saw Lisa Shaw live. True to my lucky ass self until the end, I won tickets and VIP seating. I wasn't especially crazy about Canal Room, but free is always good and she was great. Then off to a few joints on C for Hani's (belated) birthday gathering. Drank, drank, drank. Then met up with my friend C on Chrystie and was bored. Waiting forever for the train and getting home about 4. I just enjoyed the novelty of leaving Brooklyn on a Friday night.
I took no less than 3 naps Saturday and did jack all day. Fucking wonderful. I met up with neighbor-friend Alafairnadia for Wing Wagon wings and whiskey and cokes at this local joint Mooney's. The best. And then off to Soda, another nabe place. Cider. Then I got the golden idea to walk from there (Vanderbilt and St. Marks) to Classon and Flushing. Why, you ask? Because when I drink too much, I get all sorts of dumb ideas and roll with it. Though, I was pretty soberish (and freezing my face off) after that 30 minute stroll. Thank God it was hot and crowded as fuck when I got there!
I kinda look forward to parties there all month. I first found out about them in February and have been going pretty steadily ever since. I got there a little before 2am and left about 8:30am. With the exception of last month with Trendvickster, I don't actually go there to dance. I drink and wander and people watch. This month had people I know DJing, so it was cool to chill with them for a minute. And Justin! Who I've only seen around once -- and that was his party, so it didn't count. He introduced me to his friend and was all "she has a site, etc" and I was like "hold up now! Just because it's on the internet, doesn't mean everyone's gotta know about it!" Or something...right. The royal we likes him though, he gives good hug.
I drank and wandered, drank and wandered. Started a-chatting with randoms. Lost my goddamned belt. Grr! Drank and wandered. Ran into this dude that I used to always see when I used to be a 419 resident. I told him that I recognized him and left out the part that I remembered he's a drug dealer as well. Drank and wandered. Helped this kid find his friend who was making out with a literal 16-year old. Drank and wandered until the place was practically empty and I couldn't ignore the bright ass sun any longer. Of course I stopped at White Castle, but since it was all day and all, I opted for the breakfast sandwiches. Strolled more than halfway home before I got tired. I was waiting for the B48, but it roared past me before I could make it to the stop. Goddammit. So, I took the Shuttle (I told you: stupid drunken ideas) to the 2 and collapsed until 2:30pm. Good times.
The highlight of the Sunday evening was QT with Ant and the cat, who is finally brave enough (after like 7 months) to let him touch her. But, she had such a spazz attack afterwards that it'll probably never happen again. Cats. She's 72, for christ's sake. You'd think she'd have grown out of the whole scaredy thing by now. She's just a big baby.
Posted by Candicissima at November 20, 2005 11:45 PM