|
Ok, so
winter in NYC totally sucks. I love New York with all my heart, but
man oh man, by the end of January I'm ready to say "fuck it"
and move to LA. Who cares if everybody there is a self-absorbed asshole,
at least the weather's nice.
Anyway, lately the weather's been so cold and miserable that I haven't
really felt like going out much. And on the rare occasion that I did
go out, I'd sorta half-heartedly snap a few pics and then go home to
eat snacks and read. Here's a recap of my not so exciting January.
Saturday, January 18th
After sitting at home and watching most of the Stones concert on HBO
(mostly out so we could work on our "Mick" impression), Grant
and I decided we should try to go out and see what's going on. We ended
up meeting up with Caitlin, a friend of mine from college, and her new
boyfriend - whose name I forget so I'll just call him what we called
him all night behind his back: "David LEATHERMAN!"
Check out those duds. All night as she introduced him, she kept qualifying
his outfit by saying "We just came from the Stones concert."
Yeah, like that's a excuse.
While grabbing a drink a Luna lounge, we also randomly ran into fellow
Syracusian (and fellow web-diarist),
Dennis Crowley. (It was his webpage, all the way back in '96, that inspired
me to start doing this.)
Grant does yet another impression of Crazy Pomodoro Guy. (For those
of you who don't live here, Crazy Pomodoro Guy is a guy who stands right
outside our office on the corner of Broadway and Spring all day holding
a sign that advertises Pomodoro Pizza. He fucking rules.)
Me and Dens. Yo, I challenge you to find a photo that has more C-List,
low-wattage, Internet celebs than this one.
Saturday, January 25th
Saturday night Grant and I stayed in watching TV at my house until like
1am (losers) and then finally got our asses in gear to go meet Seth
(who had just come down from Boston) and a bunch of other people at
Antarctica. (L to R: Seth, Big Daddy, Grant [looking tres Billyburg
in his gay-ass, cocked, camo hat] and me).
Check this out: Fatty found his old drivers license back from his hair
metal days. He played lead axe (that's guitar) for the infamous band
"Nastee Magick." (And no I'm not kidding. Do you really think
I could've made that name up?)
After Antarctica, Grant and I walked over to Piano's where we ran into
Jeanie and her friend Alison (I think).
While Grant and Liz threw down some gangsigns (er, sort of. Look at
their hands. Whose gang are you in? Stephen Hawking's?)
Jeanie and um, her friend again.
Sunday, January 26th
Superbowl Sunday! Woooooo! FOOTBALL! FOOTBALL! Wait, um who's playing
again? A bunch of us went out to Seven Layer's house in East Bumblefuck,
Brooklyn (that's like 4 blocks from the Ditmas Ave stop off the NR train).
Mostly, it was an excuse to eat lots of food. I don't think we even
made it halfway through the game. We ended up watching the "To
Live and Date in New York: Part II" (let's hear it for the MetroChannel,
aw yeah) and intermittenly flipping back over to the game to watch the
commercials.
Monday, January 27th
So check this - I'm at Piano's on Monday night. It's like 3am. I walk
past this super cute girl on the dancefloor while looking for one of
my friends. Two minutes later, as I'm trying to squeeze back through
the crowd , the girl on the left in the pic above (later I find out
her name is Lauren) shoves her friend (the cute girl, whose name I later
find out is Tara) into me. Tara, who's now leaning back on my chest,
turns around and looks at me and says "hi." Lauren starts
cracking up. So I say to Lauren:
"So is that your smooth way of introducing us?"
Lauren: "No, it's my not-so-smooth way of getting you two
to MAKEOUT!!" Me: "Holy shit, huh?"
Lauren: "Here's the deal: I'm a big lesbian and this is
my roommate. I kissed her and she's the worst kisser ever. She says
it's because she was drunk, but I don't believe her and I refuse to
kiss her again. So now you have to kiss her and tell me if she's a bad
kisser."
Me (in disbelief, pointing to Tara): "You want me to kiss,
um, her?"
Lauren: "Yes."
Me: (looks at Tara).
Tara: (Smiles, nods and points to her mouth).
So, I smooched her. Add it to the list of "Top Ten Best Random
Things Ever to Happen To Me in NYC."
Later on that evening, I find out Tara (pictured above looking not nearly
as cute as when I kissed her) knows my friend Gibby.
As Lauren and Tara were leaving, I was like "Wait, I have to get
a picture of you!" (Ok, it was only an excuse to smooch her again,
but hey, at least I can admit that). So later on in the night, Gibby
gave me Lauren's email address, I sent the above three pics to Lauren
and said "I don't know if you remember this, but I made out with
your roommate." and it led to Tara and I dating.
Wednesday, January 29th
On Wednesday, Grant, Dave and I went to see Viola's band, Stasis
(pronounced "Schtay-schis"), play at Don Hill's. Here's the
G-man with the lovely Viola (pronouced "Vee-oh-la" not "Walla.")
Friday, January 31
Friday, later on the week, Tara and I headed out to...
...bad-ass photographer Ellen
Stagg's birthday party. Check out the birthday girl belting out
a karaoke jam.
And so yeah, that was pretty much my January. Yay.
|
