Nearly a few minutes until I go to the aiport where I expect I will be sitting for quite a while. My flight has already been pushed back 1.5 hrs, and I am sure it will be longer. Since I last blogged the MTV thing went down. They set up an entire 2nd apartment within our apartment Lots of toys and records and cds everywhere, plus about 20 crew members. They were generally respectful and didn’t do a great job cleaning up after they left, but that is ok. We made some money and got a few pieces of furniture out of the deal. I have yet to hear if the show is going to get picked up, but I doubt it. If it does go on tv, they might shoot here more long term.
The next week Josh Lake came to visit, we did some walking around the city, some drinking and saw the Decemberists. It was a really good show, the last one of the tour. They did this mind control trick where they got the whole audience to sit on the ground. Josh got some extra energy from the Polish beer they were serving and convinced this short girl to get on his shoulders. He seemed to be regretting that offer half way through the song, I blame her poor posture. We invited her out for a post-show drink, where she missed the opportunity to knock back a Jager shot courtesy of Mr. Lake.
For Memorial Day I went up to North Adams for Nato’s opening, Becoming Animal, it was pretty interesting. There were the usual parties that occur with North Adams visits. During lunch Ingrid said the best thing, in regards to the new Britney Spears reality show; “first of all, she looks like she is made of boogers.” That really blew my mind.
The next weekend was my birthday. Nine of us went to dinner at this new restaurant, where they seated us all on the same side of this long table similar to the last supper. It was kind of akward. I got some oversized head phones from Willow and Jeff gave me a portrait of myself and a cd of his own band. Then we all went to my house for the motivational speaker Jennie had hired to speak. We met up with Gary the motivational speaker on the street. He was a little bald character with a nice brooklyn mustache wearing a thrift store suit that was a little too big. His speech went like a typical AA meeting from what I could tell. He’d been out of prison almost a year to the day, and he was writing a book. Most people were depressed by his talk, but impressed with the event. I then proceded to kick everyone out of my apartment at midnight to go to the lamest bar in town. Jen Neilsen gave me flowers, and a stranger gave me a big bottle of Shiraz.
Saturday night Liz and her boyfriend Peter had a snacks party. It was to welcome them into their tiny, hot apartment… it was a good time. I like small parties with funny people who aren’t compelled to yell and break things when they drink. I did an on-demand downloading dj set. UB40’s Red Red Wine was the hit of the night.
Sunday we all took the subway to Coney Island where we laid on the beach and ate hot dogs and onion rings and ice cream and went to the sideshow and saw people swallow swords, eat fire, lay on nails, etc.
I’ve also been working nearly full time at ecko clothes. It isn’t too bad of a job, the pace is pretty slow, and I have friends Brian and Dan to chat with once and a while. There is this british dude who sits next to me and is usually annoying, however when he walked in this afternoon wearing the same clothes as yesterday and proceeded to tell the story of waking up at the hospital only 30 minutes prior, having no idea how he ended up there, I was amused.