Just a set of ideas that aren't worthy of a post. Which isn't true, everything has a story. In fact everything has some uniquely amazing aspects to it. So the truth is that the following are a bunch of thoughts that I'm too lazy and/or/actually too busy to expound upon at present.
- Webster Hall hosted Hot Chip (and Ratatat), prompting my first visit to the space as a performance venue. The sound is very good and there are risers on the balcony level to facilitate a good view for all. My nostagia from the place brought back a ton of old memories and curiosity as to whatever happened to the regulars of Reign Voltaire's Makeup Room.
- Walking past a car with its scantily clad leaning out an open door to vomit, a friend gasped, "Oh my god!" Having enquired as to what was so shocking about this, the friend pointed out to me that the plates were not from New Jersey.
- People are rushing the season. Over ten pairs of white pants were seen over the weekend. And to the flimsily dressed out there, a little expression my mother used to use when the weather was in flux: "Bring along an extra layer, because it's pneumonia weather."
- Random overhear on the subway:
- Southern Teen Girls (three) and one Mom
- Mom: "Think about Britney Spears, girls. There is a girl that just could not handle being a celebrity. There is a whole parcel of goods that comes with being in the public eye."
- Girls then stare at her because the way she announces her discovery implies that she know about being a celebrity.
- I didn't end Gonorrhea Awareness week because of that Hot Chip concert. What was missing was the story of my diagnosis with it back in 1997. After testing with the HMO-compatible, picked-for=proximity doctor determined this, my immediate reaction was to rule up my sleeved so that more plood could be drawn. As he did not have the capacity to understand that it was now in our best interest to look for syph, herpes, and HIV. My next visit to a doctor was to Fabulous Gay Doctor, farther away, but "knows my peole."
- This is going to be a bullet-point kind of week. There are some things in flux, which will be covered as appropriate/appropriated/accepted.
