backtracking.

yeah yeah yeah, i know. long time, no nothin'.

sometimes it beeees like that, nawhatimean?

backtracking:

i had another boozy friday. we started out at kush right after work, at 7pm - drinking and smoking the hookah. peeps from the magazine, celebrating the new issue, plus the brit boxer and the moroccan were in the house. oh, and dj sasha crnobrnja was spinning - what a sweetie*. i used to be a big fan of the organic grooves party in my youth. so many years ago. woe is me.

from kush, half of us hit bembe, where the brazilian DJ named duda was going insane.

but then i got 2 text messages from 2 different boys, and had to high-tail it back to girlhattan and flirt the remaining hours away at orchard bar.

"common people" by blur came on and i was singing the words into this boy's ear:
you'll never watch your life slide out of view
and dance
and drink
and screw,
because there's nothing else to do...

when that boy ran home to his girlfriend i noticed my friend vikram drunkenly slumped at the other end of the bar. we talked for a while and then i dragged myself home at about 4am. i hadn't been home since 8:30 that morning and i was so glad to be in bed.

but i couldn't sleep saturday away. twj came over and did a "queer eye" makeover on my apartment. this took all day saturday and most of sunday, with 2 trips to housing works, bed bath and beyond, and most important, the container store. and now my place feels twice as big, although i have fewer adidas sneakers, crazy hats, 70s fur coats and giltter makeup than i used to. this is called letting go. it sort of feels good.

tomorrow: i'm attending a lost luau.
next week: birthday madness.


*his CD, Stop Shopping Start Crafting, is pretty fucking good. i'll post a track later.