Wednesday I bought those shoes I’d been eyeing. They’re canvas and it’s been rainy, so I’ll keep them in the box ’til the sun shines. Then met Mike for dinner at M Shang. We hadn’t gotten our asian restaurant fix, so we got a drink at Bozu, then LL. I was walking home and ran into an old roommate and got a drink with him… My anti-social campaign is off to a bad start so far.
Thursday after work Kelly and I boarded the uptown 6 train to check out an art opening. I was speaking to the artist about something kind of important and the stupid old gallery owner just walked right in front of me and was all “hey meet these boring old rich people.” Then we left. I headed straight to poker at Jeff’s. Waited on Nato, Aug, DMP, and Perry to arrive. Another good game. Somehow I ended up winning the pot. $45! (10 of which was mine to start) I sort of have survivor’s remorse about it. I can find a way to blow it in a social way for the next game I’m sure. Aug and I walked home in the rain. On Gates Avenue I saw the most staggeringist drunk I’d ever seen. He seriously looked like he was a marionette hobbling down the street. Arms and legs jerking about and wobbling all over the sidewalk. He was hugging the wall of this school for the block I followed him, and when he reached the corner and the building ended… yep, you guessed it —he fell flat splat on the ground. He was wearing white sweat pants.
Friday I spent most of the day fiddling around, getting groceries that kind of thing. I put a big pot of beans on and realized 2 hours later that I hadn’t turned the heat on. I fell asleep in the early evening watching a boring movie.
Saturday I arrived at HQBK for KR’s bday party. All day birthday party. We drank and ate and drank and sat around on the floor and left her apartment cluttered with empty bottles. Then to Savala’s for drinks and some big news from Greg. Mike and I split and got a cab to the city to meet peeps and dance and stumble around.
Sunday I laid around all day waiting for Karyn’s big birthday dinner. Everyone had a nice time. Good food and people (except for the burger I hear). Jeff, Karyn and I had one more beer and I took the long way home. Stopped and looked at all the candles and scrawled notes for the kid who was stabbed on my block this week. Yikes.
Film
Picnic at Hanging Rock. Australian, I thought it was boring. The synopsis on the netflix enveloped kind of spoiled it.
Frankenstein. 1931. Super old and goofy looking by today’s standards. Started to watch Bride of Frankenstein but abandoned.
The Spirit of the Beehive. 1973. Spanish, about a girl who after seeing the 1931 Frankenstein movie becomes obsessed with finding the spirit of the monster. Beautifully shots that somehow remind me of Tom Bonauro’s work.
Velvet Goldmine. I was kind of interested in figuring out who represents who, but overall I couldn’t get over the some of the contrived conventions used.