All you lonely ladies looking for Capulets.
Faces from the past few days
My weekend was both mortifying and sublime.
Friday, after Laura's bachelorette party at Craftbar, I flashed the entire downstairs bar of Lolita when a fan blew up my dress. Also I dropped the glass of wine I was holding when I pushed the dress down. And then the whole room of people laughed at me.
I am awesome.
Saturday I went to Cat and Captain Carl's house where Carl lavished us with homemade guac and heavenly cheese and margaritas. Seriously he wants to make everyone in the world happy and fat. Then we went to Cleveland Fest at the Hook in Red Hook. Midwesterners, it goes without saying, are so freaking nice.
Then I picked up Megan on a street corner and went to Ned Vizzini's going away party where I finally experienced the magic of a Wii. If I had one of those I would never leave my house. I would just sit around and get good at imaginary tennis all day long. I could see how tt's one of those things where the minute you start playing, you suddenly want to like, smoke some pot or something and just be in that moment forever. And I haven't smoked pot in years.
Sunday I picked up Jennifer at the Marcy JMZ at 8 AM (because we are insane) and then we drove to Bear Mountain and went hiking and felt proud and virtuous even though all we did was walk uphill. But man was it good to get out there. Then we drove to Beacon, had a not great lunch, then had ice cream so good we stopped talking to each other for ten minutes and just ate the hell out of that ice cream. ("We were making out with our ice cream," said Jennifer.) Then we went to the Dia Beacon and saw Richard Serra's stuff which made me happy as always and then an insane Sol LeWitt exhibit which blew me away. And then we bought tomatoes at the farmer's market because we should all be living on fresh produce right now.
When I got home I decided to go to the roof and catch a little sunset and have a little time to myself. No such luck. There were like eight parties going on at once up there. My neighbor Rob was just back from Skohegan so I had a nice chat with him about how much he had learned and how full of love he was, and I met a woman who had supported herself through law school by working as a dungeon mistress, and there was wine everywhere, and then Jonny showed up and we started talking to the German photographer who is subletting the place next door to me, and then Jonny and I went home and I passed out in front of the television set (though I did get to see that stupid sweater Kanye West was wearing on Entourage) because I was tired, but happy, but tired.
(08/27/07)