I do love those Michigan boys. Vince, John and Jesse at Beauty Bar after Friends Family, Josh Haness's sunday night fun show.
Lots of hi-jinx, lots of funs and friendships and whiskies and PBRs and such.
It's been a fun couple of days.
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The search for urban contentment.
Friend and Future Roommate, Porter Mason, was just drenched in the torrential rainstorm. He drug in a suitcase full of DVDs and delcared, "Tell everyone to ge to hell".
Then, as he unpacked, I forced him to watch NY1 where a recent play about rich people whining was reviewed and the phrase I used to title my blog was uttered with a straight face by the newscaster.
It brought Porter myself great enjoyment to mock it.
Now I shall begin to paw through Porter's impressive DVD collection in order to pick a rainy day treat to view. Or maybe I'll put on channel 11 and watch the atrociously bad lip-syncing on display on Soul Train.
I used to watch Soul Train every Saturday afternoon with my dad when I was a kid, right after Loonet Tunes and American Bandstand. We're big fans of Mister Lou Rawls.
In closing, everybody's talking all this stuff about me, why don't they just let me live?
Tell me why. I don't need permission to make my own decisions; that's my perogative.
| | | Becky's Flag Day Pageant was just the thing. Hilarious performers and great hosting from Ms.
Yamamoto and the dulcet toned Tony Carnevale. Featured here: Michael Cyril Crieghton was the Boy Scout from Hell, Desiree Burch Lang Fisher are Abe Lincoln and Dolly Madison at the Slavery Price Is Right!; Jack Kukoda answers all and any American Flag Trivia Questions you may (or may not) have.
Later we supped at the delicious Sweetwater and then, somehow staggered to the train with Collins, Kukoda and Geoff Chris from Elephant Larry in tow. (See creepy flourescent L train photos)
Jack and I then decided to go to Winnie's Bar (for those not in the know, it's a fave karaoke dive where you may on any given night see a Mexican dwarf or a Chinese mafia guy in an eye patch or while yelling at everyone about how love is a sham). There, at Jack's request, I sang "Alone" by Heart while he stood nearby, giving an enthusiastic thumbs up.
Jack told me that some guys were trying to hit on me but I was too angry to be bothered with pesky menfolks. Later I sang "Hold The Line" but usually that's a Brandy Sara duet and I was sad she wasn't there to help make fun of the yachting video like we always do. Also I had two Mai Tais too many and reflected again on and vowed never, ever to behave in such an awful manner.
Who's with me? Anyone? No?
I guess I don't blame you.
| | | Instead why not come out and see the new version of Rich Zeroth's "Swollen Head" tonight at the Tank? Click on the picutre for more details. Then right after you could go to Brooklyn and check out.
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Yeah, why not? I'm worth it. BONUS: I will indeed be wearing a flag bikini top.
For reals, though.
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Lauren, TKB write staff member Matt and their adorable pal whose name I completely forgot because I am an asshole.
We did it!
First snapshot post show.
"Barber stop dumping beers on yourself!"
In his satin tights, fighting for our rights: It's Seth Herzog!
Our techie Irving, insists on us hitting our marks.
..during the show, unfortunately.
We used to date. Really. All of us.
Writer/performer John F. O'Donnell raises a toast.
Dan Jeff, who wonders why there's no air conditioning.
Coco gives Allocco the finger and steals her tap shoes. Ok, not really.
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The Kissing Booth is at 9:30 pm TONIGHT!!!
(NOT at 8) PLEASE NOTE: THE SHOW IS AT 9:30 pm THIS FINE EVENING!
I know it originally was supposed to be at 8 but..
.long story. We're so sorry for the mix up.
| | | Someone is very proud of her new necklace what has a minature gold boombox charm on it. West Coast Repra!
The past 24 hours have been a whirlwind. All good, though. Audition, new mag article, end of one job, embarking on a new one, a great set at a fun fucking show full of scamps.
..and finally, FINALLY, more than 5 hours of sleep.
Now I'm sitting in a cafe, sipping iced coffee in a caftan (no lies, Mrs. Roper) and getting ready to head off to reharsal and then, copius amounts of drinking. This is going to be one fucking great summer.
Even better? "Rock Roll Heart" by Eric Clapton just started playing. Life is sweet.
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