Quickie

Last night, I rolled with Grandmastah H through the Village to a pre-CMJ party at a place I'll be spending a lot of time at this week. Actually, I'm there a lot in general. Cheap ass drinks, man, all the time. Plus I get a kick out being in a totally hipster zone occasionally as long as the attitude doesn't come with the territory. Actually, scratch that. It's not that hipster, it's a strange place. A weird mix of people and styles and such, but I do like it for the people watching possibilities. Anyhoo, GH is the man and he and I chatted and drank and chilled solidly. Good times.

As a treat as I try and make time to focus on the two big posts I've got languishing in draft, here's some choice episodes from lately:

PrincessNella and Moi somehow on the topic of my guy criteria on the way home on the train. I give her a running list of things that are totally essentials.

PrincessNella: For a girl that was just dating a cokehead, that's sure a lot of things that X someone out.
Moi: Oh please, of all things I wasn't dating him. Besides, I've got standards.

Walking down E 14th Street on the way to meet H. I'm about to pass a man, eating a slice. He looks at me and I look back blankly.

Man: Wow! You look fun!
Moi: *dumbfounded* What?
Man: Sorry, I shouldn't talk with my mouth full. You look fun. You're really pretty.
Moi: I look fun? What kind of weird thing is that to say?
Man: Girl, let me holla...
Moi: Umm...no. I'm running late.

Grandmastah H and I walking up the stairs in the joint, him in front. We get to the landing.

Grandmastah H: Were you checking out my ass?
Moi: Huh?
GH: I thought you were checking out my ass. I could feel your eyes boring a hole into it.
Moi: Haha. No, I wasn't. I did glance at it because it was at sight level, but I wasn't really paying attention to it.
GH: Oh okay.

GH goes off to get drinks. I check out his ass. It's not half bad.