Last night was jam-packed. Aron and I left work early to go see this art opening for Mark Ryden. Who is this west-coast illustrative-painter type guy. I guess he is pretty famous. But I personally really dislike his work. It’s completely empty to me. And then when I saw him in person last night, it just proved all my suspicions about me not liking him based on what I had glimpsed of his soul through his work previous to this. I managed at least, to quickly down two glasses of white wine before we bolted for the door, as the crowd got heavier and heavier.
By that time the wind had really started to pick up. We headed back to Brooklyn, and hung out for a bit by the East River, and watched it get choppy and sloppy. Then we met up with Aron’s girlfriend Amy (who later bit me on the neck while we were slow dancing. I still have a mark. It just looks like a hickey now, but last night it had teeth impressions in it). We got falafel, and then went to North Six to see the band Quasi (which is made up of the other dude from Elliot Smith’s old band, Heatmiser, and the drummer chick - who’s hot - from Sleater Kinney), who were really good, although their two opening bands fucking sucked. Incidentally, Aron used to play in the same trivia night as the folks from Quasi, and he said the dude, Sam Coomes, is really good, and every night they showed up, they would always win.
I was supposed to hang out with Catherine last night also, and get a haircut and play Scrabble, but it’s been postponed. We are however going to see that Underworld movie tonight at 10:00pm at the United Artist theatre at Union Square.
(Oh shit! I forgot to mention that while we were in Williamsburg last night, a building COLLAPSED! It was one that was still being built, and apparently the wind down the street created like some sort of super-sucking vortex and the whole thing just fell. We were about 2 blocks away when it happened. We just heard this crazy noise like a thousand metal garbage cans clanging in the night, and kept walking. A few seconds later, the air was filled with sirens.)
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