Thursday, May 03, 2007

dance. dance. dance.

nothing better than walking into a party and the first two songs are tony and the beat then house of jealous lovers. you know you are home and you know you are in good hands. after an okay show at the living room, french onion soup and three yes 3 cups of coffee at the pink pony kimmy kim wanders over to the sutra party on 1st and 1st. uh. yeah. it was almost like being teleported home back to safari sams. paparazzi did not make an appearance tonight, i had to try and fit it mwahahha but next week it'll be on. highlights included a fight where a guy nearly got thrown on top of me, good thing i'm quick, lots of hand clapping, free vodka, excellent dj (dimitri? not sure but i love him) wild and silly dressed peeps, boys with hair in their face and finally a dance off (not to be confused with a dance-fight!) where i got twirled around and around and think i met the only hipster who could out dance me. he was like pulling out some arm spinning ballroom shite how am i supposed to know how to do that?? when in doubt grab on and laugh. exactly.
and oh yeah sleep is sooooo overrated i'm not even tired yet.
train ride home? ready?
hit the f. one stop in guy from club who was dancing next to me all night gets on. make friend. transfer to a. train catches on fire. wait at 59th. see guy from club with fox stole and bindi on. make friends. get on new not on fire train. man throws up. not attractive i KNOW. scary homeless man picking his face on other end of train. kim puts on thou shall always kill and has dance party in her head. laughs about the night. marvels that there are over 10 people in the car and it's nearly 4am. almost die when a lady who has to be at least 70 wearing a head to toe pink jumpsuit and sandals gets on train. whut? where's she possibly going at 4am gramma?? kim arrives at last stop with two sleeping men. walk walk. now i'm home. kim needs to get a knife. kim loves to dance. kim misses her lala girlies and can't wait for mili to come may 24th. love love love. the end.

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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

let's talk about brooklyn

points of interest:
mini me children. i'm talking 4 year olds wearing full on baseball caps and baggy jeans. they are four and it is strange.

life size dolls half naked on the street. they have flaming red hair and are just tossed out, like all growns up barbies waiting to be saved.

ice cream trucks. now this is awesome. as a kid at my grandparents house the ice cream man would come playing his little song and we run into the street and happy happy ice cream is to be had. it's pretty much an institution in brooklyn. the trucks are banned for noise pollution in manhattan so out in the burrow you get them rampant driving about town. stopping outside the park playing their happy organ song on repeat for oh about an hour. but the best part? finding the ice cream truck launching pad. oh yes. their home. that ruled.

okay and what's up with nuce cars just burned and smashed and trashed on the street??? reallllly???

the park though...was nice :)

then it's back to the bushwick loft and nappy time productions for taly and i. literally i just slumped down on her sofa and was out. hahha. love it. love her. love brooklyn (???). go life. head back to the east village.

my favorites in manahattan never come close to dissapointing. sal's has moved but the pizza is just as fabulous, the crew working the same and the garlic knots...yes...they are still heaven. (sal's=best pizza EVER=6th and ave a) found a pretty rad r&r bar super divey and low key with a DJ and it's also quite huge down on a between 1st and 2nd = double down saloon. they had anti hippy spray it was pretty funny. beer....then escape to simone's for the world's best chocolate martini and damn good sangria. and oh yeah a bar of chocolate we picked up in gracefully (super yum gormet goodness on the way). pretty much the perfect night talking about escorts and lofts and the energy of the city. daniel is my partner in crime and he is also a pyromaniac.

waitress does a quick dance with the waitstaff and it's time for us to go. nothing ends a night like popcorn...but since shannon wasn't around to make me any i grabbed the next best thing (anything with white cheddar on it)....white cheddar popcorn. enter subway. eat popcorn. feed daniel. laugh so loud it made me laugh louder. say goodbye. put on headphones and check moment ever. next time you are alone riding home late night on the subway check in, put on the music and listen to 23 by jimmy eat world as loud as you can take it. nothing nothing nothing beats the subway rolling along and that song blaring. it was a moment of heaven. and i arrived home safe. and inwood is sleeping. and i am still living.

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