Thanks everyone for the suggestions re. cat names. What happened was that suddenly it was no problem thinking "Gigi" when I looked at her & now that's what she is officially called. Except her gangsta name is The Notorious G.I.G. & her middle name is Maple.
So anyway.
Last nite we were supposed to go to this restaurant/film screening place in Williamsburg but they pushed back the opening so after dinner we ended up at Sweetwater, where the summertime drink is iced Rosé & everybody was sitting round the bar drinking it from wine glasses or highballs or whatever else was available. Then it turned out Laura knew about this party in Greenpoint that was supposed to have DJs & foam. I was half-terrified by the implications of what this meant & rightfully so; when we arrived there wasn't any foam but there was a zebra-striped floor & a $5 cover & lots of fun old hip hop & all the hipsters were out on the dance floor in their scary best. It felt funny to be out on a Wednesday nite to a place that made you pay a cover & gave you a wristband & stamped your hand & sent you thru a velvet rope up the stairs & into a
room with a smoke machine & big red hanging lights that I thought looked like peppermints but reminded Ryan more of mushroom caps.
I might have imagined the velvet rope part. But you get the picture. At first it was fun & then it was funny & then we were dying to leave.
So we ended up at the Pencil Factory, where we didn't feel nearly as old & where we didn't hate everyone quite so much. Not only that but there were no pasty male hipster douchebags in wifebeaters with leather short shorts, so that was a major bonus. For sure!
On Saturday we brought home a little kitten from the BARC shelter. She is all black with maybe some very dark brown stripes that you see running thru her coat in a certain light. I wanted to call her Gigi but when I look at her I don't immediately think Gigi. I don't know if I will start to think Gigi eventually or if I should call her something else. In mind I have Stella, Mona, Maple, Carmen. If you have strong feelings about any of these names please let me know.
This is Gigi(?) in our kitchen. Isn't she the cutest? I hope she grows up to kill lots of mice.
Sometimes it seems totally natural to write about what's happening in my life & put all the words online where everyone can see them & sometimes I can't think of a single good reason for doing such a thing.
Ya know?
Things are good. They're humming along. Oh except the grocery store across the street is cleaning out their basement & suddenly we have mice. I'm traumatized. I left my landlord a voicemail about it & all he had to say was: "Big-city living, not to be a wiseass."
So that was reassuring.
Yesterday we were coming back from dinner & they were shooting a movie on Bedford.
Zach Braff was standing in front of this car with all these fake suitcases & shit strapped to the top, like he was filming a scene where he has just arrived fresh-faced & green-shirted & pomade-haired to begin a new life in Brooklyn. The film crew had set up a big table of refreshments like pasta salad & orange juice right in front of our building.
"Hollywood glamour on the outside," I said to Laura as I unlocked our door. "Rodent infestation on the inside."
I hope in the movie Zach Braff arrives in his too-good-to-be-true loft in the heart of hipster Williamsburg only to be discover it's full of mice. Then I hope his wise-ass landlord has to explain to him that it's all part of living in the big city. That would be a movie I could relate to, for obvious reasons.
Does anyone know if
these things work?
