it's a small world after all
Dec 01, 2001
The internet is a tiny tiny tiny place. Last night I accompanied
my friend Ryan to see the "Dahebegebees" at Momos. In an effort to
become a more social, less hermetic person, I invited Adriana and Michaela
along. Adriana, you all know from "The Iron Triangle", and "Boobalicious" fame (see here for if you don't know). A-lo arrived mostly on time and kept me company outside
where I huddled my emaciated body around the space heater. While we
waited for Michaela to arrive she guessed that the tallish girl sitting near
our table was her. That girl turned out to be just another random club ho. Awfully glad it wasn't her. Since Adriana has a job she had to leave early.
Gosh, why do people have jobs anyway? So much trouble. Michaela swaggered in shortly thereafter. She was pretty easy to spot, standing at 5'10". I really need to work on my posture. I'm 6'2", and I found myself at eye-level with her for most of the night. We gabbed and drank and talked and gabbed. It turns out she knows my homie Mark (from Albany NY) from a hacking/drug IRC channel. It blows my mind still now.
"Dahebegebees" came on and I was disappointed. Then they played some groovy jazzy numbers and I shook my tootsie roll on the dance floor. They even covered Run-DMC's "My Adidas". Awww yeah.
We all went over to Ryan's house after the bar closed. On the way over I got nailed from behind by a red late model beamer driven by an inebriated bourgeoise motherfucker who promptly drove off. I didn't get his plate. :grumble: :grumble: If you can afford a BMW, you can afford insurance. That's what I'm saying. I guess he couldn't afford a DWI though, eh? Ahh well. It didn't so much as scratch the paint, but it twisted my NYS-rust-weakened muffler into the shape of one of those french pastries. Grrr. My darling Altima now sounds like a filthy hotrod. While I get an odd satisfaction from the testicular hum of the engine, I will replace the muffler tomorrow.
Ryan's pad was unusually chill. That's OK though because it allowed for scads more conversation. Michaela is 2 months younger than me. We got along marvelously. The world needs more of that.
Sorry I haven't written for a while. I had the idea in my head that if I didn't have anything exceptional to say, I'd best keep my mouth shut. I've had a change of heart. I'd rather satisfy your voyeuristic hunger and my publishing cravings rather than saving it for a rainy day that comes all too infrequently. Ok, I'm starting to use big words. Must be time for bed. I'll be updating daily from now on, so check back often, k?