sweetscarling

Egh, 3 am, Sunday morning. Weather Update, Hot, Sticky, & Stinky.

I am currently coated in a thin caramel like film (caramel that has been sitting in the sun & vapor for much too long)
a bit cranky with a crick in my neck from sleeping in a Picasso-esque like pose all night.

I spent Friday evening at a friends house. We went to go check out the "Pianos" Show, mentioned in my last entry. We managed to stay up & out until about mid-night, it was then that we stumbled out onto Ludlow St with about 30 ounces, each, of undigested booze in our bellies; cackling and holding hands, down to the F train station nearby. Seeping under the cool black, very damp, skin of my favorite city.

Underground: a lucid train ride to Brooklyn, a short walk made much too long, thanks to the inebriated state, the wetness, the sexual ambiguity between us, and the scarlet pair of vintage suit pants 2 sizes too large and 12 inches too long, now sagging at the ass and sopping at the hems, mopping up every drop from the station back to her apartment.

Chalk it up to being old farts at a young age, we missed the band we meant to see by about 15 minutes.

My sincere apologies to American Watercolor Movement. Brian, I said I would be there and I wasn't. Sorry.

Ok, gonna go back to reading, "THE OVER ANALYZED, OBSESSIVELY SCRUTINIZED, AND MUCH TOO ANNOTATED, VERSION of "ALICE IN WONDERLAND". its so gorgeously juicy its' nauseating!!!!


Alice in Wonderland Trivia: Did you know that Lewis Carroll has been compared with Humbert Humbert, the narrator of Nabokov's novel "Lolita", due to his obsession with little girls.

I just put that in there to impress you ... thhphhPPhhh (digital raspberry). I am such a weenie