with the exception of last night between the hours of 2am and 5am, i've been essentially alone, with minimal (even digital) contact with other people/the outside world. color me lonely. but i've got dinner plans and later plans to get silly tonight to some lovely electro dansetasticosity and hopefully rope myself a homosexual with whom to danse. here's a brief rundown of some fun stuff i've done in recent weeks, beginning with the most recent.yesterday, after having finally done a much-needed load (or three) of laundry and talking with temp ladies on the phone about my increasingly dire state of unemployment, i decided that i'd grown tired of being in the apartment. so i gathered up my camera, a biography of mishima that still holds my interest even after a handful of re-readings over the past few years, and my wintery stationery and set out on a mini adventure to my favorite hip kid coffee shop in bushwick/e. billyburg. despite the relatively early hour, the sun had already begun to set and by the time i'd arrived, the streets were cloaked in darkness, the cafe was illuminated by candlelight and they were in the throes of a $1 PBR happy hour. took a seat at the bar, laid out my writing materials amid a few extra candles (decorated with decals of our lord and savior) and proceeded to spend the next few hours alternately catching up with close friends through fairly to moderately self-indulgent prose and sneaking glances at the cool kids coming and going between the cafe and the adjacent lofts. a hippie DJ who bore a striking resemblance to jesus wore birkenstocks and spun trip hop and brazilian bossanova. the endearing russian owner who reminded me of bill the hostel guy in london, marveled at the quaintness of the act of letter-writing and smiled at everyone who entered. i managed to compose 4 letters (signed, sealed and soon to be delivered), get through two PBRs and discuss the possibility of procuring a patent on a curtain design made entirely of heineken bottlecaps and free time.
got home, where i promptly passed the fuck out on the couch, drooling ever so slightly on a
borrowed pillow. moved my lethargic ass to my comfy, newish bed where i slept for another couple hours, just long enough to completely throw off my sleep schedule for the rest of the evening. awoke, bored, watched E! and VH1 list shows for a few hours while digitally stalking friends and former coworkers on various social networking sites. got a text from my foxy roomie regarding another michael pitt sighting in chelsea (i'm seeing a trend...). sent out a digi-plea to any other insomniacs at 2am and my request was answered by my good pal who lives just a few short meters from my apt. quick high school reunion with yet another kid who looks like jesus, followed by a couple hours of mario kart and bad movies on cable. headed back home because i was rapidly losing steam, only to get a third surge of energy upon re-entering my apt. played with photoshop and had some fancy candy. finally crashed at 6. woke up 9:38 and i'm still going strong.greatly abridged other recent social excursions:
last weekend - tiya and aaron had a gaggle of pals visiting (at one point, there were 7 of us staying at our place). so, on friday night we all headed out en masse to the lower east side to get crunk. welcome to the johnsons' (or in the words jessetron, "bienvenidos a mi Johnsons!") fast becoming one of my favorite places to drink in the city due to it's wildly diverse clientele of scenesters, bumpkins, media folks and everything in between. PBR is 2 bucks, we got seats at the bar. knocked a few back, fell in love with a boy who looked like a legal, hipstery version of charlie bucket. moved the party to a bigger bar on 2nd. don't remember much of that, except that it was fun and loud, but no where near as kickass as the johnson's abode. off for a late-night snack of gourmet sliders at DASH (sooo delicious) smothered in wasabi mayonnaise and bacon bits where i guess i struck up a conversation with a dashing fellow with beatles hair and a tight, wool military coat reminiscent of my own. don't remember much of that either, except that my cheeks later hurt from over-smiling. brunch the next morn at enid's in greenpoint... table for seven. superb.
halloween/mini cmj experience - missed jesse's set at mo pitkin's (no surprise there as i haven't seen a full set from him in about a year), met some of his pals including a couple o' cool gals. spicy pizza for 8. hopped in someone's car with jesse and his interior designer friend to participate in the madness that was the halloween parade round washington square park. too many people, too much random stranger action. randomly ran into the other jesse i know on the street. headed back over to the east side for a few more drinks with tiya, aaron, and a mystery boy, who was exceedingly obnoxious yet a more than adequate conversationalist considering my increasingly inebriated state. hung out for a couple more hours, rocking the whiskey before heading home and sleeping comfortably alone in my bed with the window open.side note/observation: what the hell is up with all these boys with full beards? i always thought that was an old man/lumberjack look, but it's cropping up in all the hot spots and roughly half the boys i used to have the hots for are now sporting them. dit quoi?
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