Saw a concert with Camera Obscura and The Last Town Chorus
Hopping on a 6AM train bound for Baltimore tomorrow. Exam.
Not ready but when are we ever for these tests we take in life?
Did go to that concert Friday at the seaport to see Camera Obscura. Opening act was The Last Town Chorus – that’s a pic of the lead singer, sorry so blurry, I was hella far away. They sang a cover of Bowie’s Modern Love.
Told the Grey-Eyed Girl I went with that I got dropped off by my party bus rental at the seaport and spent my prom night there. She got a kick outta that. Been in this @#$! town too long.
Speaking of towns, looks like she and I are heading for Friendsville – weird, it’s usually me driving there. Well, it happens.
Been on 20 dates with 14 girlies in 60 days. Plus I met two separate women on the way to the concert. Not sure I’m cut out for this modern love – I’ve essentially turbo-charged my disappointments and disappointing. Perhaps I’m just all charm and no substance.
Startin’ to think dating’s just an excuse for me to blow coin I ain’t got, time I don’t have and hope I can’t spare.
Summer’s not my season. Bad, bad, bad things happen to me in summer.
Fall, however, is my season. I woke up all week thinking its fall.
Woke up happy all week.
Been hanging with these guys Paul and Sheridan a lot lately. Recently, Paul and I were at party with an old friend/legal client of mine and a group of us got talking.
Girl1: What do you mean? Me: There’s no such thing as a line. Look, if you’re attracted to me, I could walk up to you, say anything, anything, and you’d respond positively. In college, my friend Crawford would walk up to a girl, go Whoo-Hooo! and ten minutes later they’re making out. Girl2: I disagree, what a guy says matters. Me: To an extent, yes. But I think it’s less about the content and more the conveyance. Say a cute chick walked up to me and started talking to me in French with a wink’n smile; the content, which I wouldn’t understand, wouldn’t matter to me. I’d just be thinking, Hey… Girl1: That’s cause you’re a guy. Me: No. (sighing) It’s cause I know. When you like someone, they can do no wrong; when you don’t, they can do no right.
Me: BTW, my mobile is 212.479.7990 should you want to randomly run into me tonight downtown around 11PM at 9th and second in a bar called Solas (not the number I actually gave her). Her: You’re cute…if I want to randomly run into you at Solas! Well you never know… Me: I’ll let you buy me a drink. Her: (laughing) Funny Me: What are you talking about? Her: We’ll see.
Location: 5PM yest, in Flushing asking for extra sauce
Mood: see music
Music: I ain’t happy, I’m feeling glad Like this post? Tell someone about it by clicking a button below.
A buddy had a going away party on Saturday at one of my favorite joints, Solas and different people from different circles of my life met up there.
We ran into others like Candyfiend – whom I also bumped into last week midtown, an actor from 72nd to Canal, and a Texan and her friend (like the hat?) I met at a party a week ago. Sometimes NYC’s a small town.
Lots of memories there. Before my time it was called Café Tabac and Madonna worked there. You know, I met Somena there, was there for dozens of parties, was slapped there and last saw Blue-Jean Eyes there.
Had my 30th birthday party at Solas too.
The coolest thing about Saturday night was that there were at least 10 people there for my buddy’s thing that were at my 30th as well.
Friends come and go. Some stay with you physically; some stay with you mentally. Some do both.
This weekend Hazel and I went to a rooftop party, crashed the Manic Panic 30 year anniversary party, and crashed the NYC Live Earth party at the Maritime Hotel. The rooftop party was fun, Manic Panic had free products and the Live Earth had an open bar. No rum, though.
I’ve been hanging out with my buddy Sheridan’s group of friends – a motley mix of Jewish and Asian. We floated into the latter two parties because Hazel was “Cynthia Wong” that night. At Manic Panic, I met this sweet looking girl who turned around and had this gi-normous tatoo on her back. Surprising – she looked like the (Chinese) girl next door.
Sheridan’s out and about more than me. A few weeks earlier we went to R Bar where I, of course, ended up talking to 22 year olds. Somehow we slipped in a limo going to Azza. There another very sweet looking girl walked up to me, introduced herself, and asked me if I had cocaine. (?!)
Said no but we hung out until it was time to go home. Of course, she was 22 too.
Didn’t exchange info with tattoo girl, cocaine girl or any woman in the past three weeks. My social card is full and I’m swamped with work. Plus, something tells me that Ms. Right isn’t going to open with, “Hi cutie – have any coke?”
My social life is entertaining, scratch is coming in and, most importantly, I’m getting sleep.
Can’t tell you what all that is doing for my mood.
Was out with Nadi the other night and I met this pretty girlie.
Her: We should go to the Met or something the next time I’m in town. Me: Sure. Where you going? Her: Upstate. I’m staying with the rents over summer break. I just finished my first year in college. Me: (surprised) You just what? How old do you think I am? And how old are you? Her: 19. Why? How old are you? 26? Me: (pause) Not even close, darling.
Eyes. I’m a sucker for a set of pretty eyes.
Well, it’s nice knowing I look young.
Spoke to Nadi earlier and I’ll post our conversation in the morning or afternoon before I step onto the plane.