friday:
meet Paul.
broadway/lafayette.
walk down bleeker.
past le poisson rouge.
bambeleo.
bam bowl ee ohhh.
nachos.
flaming lips.
sex machine.
"it's a true story"
supposed to meet up with malina.
sullivan street metal show.
no luck.
or
luck.
over to alphabet city.
lakeside.
meet up with Reuben.
and
Elise.
and
other canadians.
Paul and I get stumped by the juke box.
again and again.
then
Elvis
and
Johnny Cash.
from a bartenders iPod.
photobooth shenanigans.
and
Stella.
sleeping on the subway.
4amish.
saturday:
early wake-up.
meet Kashata for brunch.
The Essex.
bloody mary's and bar side chats.
about boys.
and
love.
ilfy. text.
gave me the shakes.
impeccable timing.
keeps me going.
french toast with banana sauce.
coffee.
and
low talking.
get to St. Marks just in time.
3rd annual Dance Parade.
hot pink spandex unicycle man.
pheasant and cockle on my back.
acrobats in Tompkins Square Park.
fading Suzy.
back uptown for a nap.
and
butterflies in my stomach.
not the good kind.
two hours turn around time.
back downtown.
Piola magician.
Kashata and her phone charging requests.
and
handbag defense video planning.
Webster Hall.
free show courtesy of the alternate side.
The Naked Cowgirl. (!!!)
and
Peaches.
7 wardrobe changes.
hanging off the balcony.
and
cursing up a storm.
back to Union Square.
and
the L.
to Willy-b.
stopped in the Lovin' Cup.
for
a PBR and a shot of whiskey.
$5
memories of the Bon Iver show.
with him.
Public Assembly.
dance party.
and
go go dancing.
and
passing out at the bar.
the L back to Union Square.
where.
i saw them.
across the platform.
and
cried.
back to the UES.
to
get rained on.
and
run.
sunday:
breakfast on Laguardia.
silver spur.
with Reuben, Elise and Astiaj.
nachos and eggs.
best buy.
on 86th.
right out of the subway.
smoothie.
home.
bath.
Magic.
aim.
and
bad dreams.