Tonite when I went out I had at least six bobby pins in my hair but just now when I took them out there were only two. I'm not sure what happened to the others; it's a mystery.
Tonite there were kisses in the hallway. & we laughed.
It's the end of a thrilling weekend that was cruelly cut one hour short. On the way home today after Anise's going-away party on the UES -- a long journey from the UES -- I kept meeting people. First on the 4 train a guy who was playing Tetris & said very quietly as tho he were testing me to see if I would respond or not: "You're the kind of white girl I like." On a bad day I would have rolled my eyes & looked away but I smiled at him & told him I loved Tetris. I said, when you need a long piece more than anything does it know & on purpose not give you a long piece?
"I don't know," he said, "but it always feels like it." His name was Richard.
Then at Union Square I got into conversation with Mark, who drums with his hands instead of drumsticks. We started talking because we were openly staring at a minor altercation that had developed between an Asian guy selling bootleg DVDs & a white guy with a messenger bag who wanted to know if the guy had a permit to sell them. We couldn't tell if the second guy was a narc or a concerned, anal-retentive citizen, but later we saw him talking to a cop about the whole thing so we decided he was just a shit either way.
On the train I read some of the journals of Keith Haring, which I'm supposed to mail back to Anise when I'm finished, at her future address in San Francisco.
Anise sang San Francisico tonite, the Judy Garland one, & she was doing these great showgirl chorus-line kicks & I nearly started crying but it was too much fun to cry. We also did B-Boy Bouillabaise & Three-Minute Rule & Where Is My Mind? & there was a lot of Loudon Wainwright.
Just a great weekend. Sat. nite went to a party w/ Belkys that was mostly transgendered people she knows from her internship. The pronoun thing is confusing but they were the most charming, happy, affectionate wonderful group of people. Got so drunk, whiskey @ end of nite, Makers, then B. & I ended up in Brooklyn later with round little glasses filled up with Jamesons & she told me her & Jade were making me a coffee table for my birthday & there was this drunk asshole next to us trying to butt into our conversation but we were not having it.
The time change is fucking me up!! It means
now is bedtime. I'm going to work one hour late tomorrow in rebellion.
