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6/4/03 People who drive in New York are evil and that's all I'm going to say about my HOUR-long ride to Central Park yesterday. The Cindy Sherman show was kind of a bust - I think I've consumed far too much art lately and might need a respite - but Central Park was nice, until it turned grey and gloomy. I came back downtown and sat outside at Cafe DeVille on 3rd and 13th and fucked around with my camera for a while. I also listened to the guys at the table next to mine harass anyone who walked by, as they sat and drank expensive wine. They were mostly funny, though there was almost a fistfight when the main instigator - a grey-haired guy in his late 40s drinking white wine and chain smoking - started yelling at a guy parallel parking his car in front of the cafe. His car was old and long and crappy, and he kept bumping the cars in front and behind him to the point where he was practically lifting the car up in the air. The guy sitting next to me yelled at the guy, said it was his car getting hit, that he better stop it. The driver got out of his car and they started yelling back and forth, the driver getting fairly hostile, until finally the guy sitting next to me admitted it wasn't his car. He was just fucking with the guy. Then the guy started laughing and got back in his car and finished the worst parking job I've ever seen in my life. The guy sitting next to me - now, clearly, drunk - yelled at him, "Have fun at Reichers tonight buddy!" He then turned to me and said, "Did you see how that guy from Oz wanted to kill me?" And everyone laughed some more. He was just one of those guys who gets away with murder. About two minutes later I saw Village Voice gossip columnist Michael Musto ride by on his bike, something I've seen many times in the past five years. But then I had the best celebrity sighting ever, and for a brief moment, chaos broke out at the Cafe De Ville. It was Corky from Life Goes On. Does everyone remember this very weepy tv series? Corky was the kid with Downs Syndrome, and then there was Kellie Martin and her boyfriend with AIDS who is now married to the chick who won an Academy Award for playing a tranny. (Too hungover to look up everyone's names on IMDB.) I watched this show once or twice. As I recall it aired on Sunday nights at a weird time when nothing else was on except for 60 Minutes. So sometimes I watched it. Shut up. The drunk guy sitting next to me was gleeful. It turned out he had a brother with Downs Syndrome, so he recognized Corky immediately. "Hey Chris," he yelled. "My brother worships you. Call him and say hey, will ya?" He started frantically dialing his cellphone. "Nah I can't," he said. He had some luggage with him. "I've got to go." "Come on Chris," pleaded the guy. "You're his idol." He handed the phone to him, but Chris kept walking. Everyone was silent for a second. Finally the drunk guy said, "Did you see that? My brother has Downs Syndrome and he wouldn't stop to talk." There was more silence, and then he said, "Corky was like, 'Have your people call my people, I gotta jet.'" And then everyone laughed though I'm still not really sure why it was funny. Corky could totally have people. |