I feel so lethargic after my crazy little weekend.
Worked yesterday until about 3:30, then went downtown to meet Kathleen on Franklin St. She just finished working at the Hermes sale and had lots of funny stories about silly rich people spending huge wads of cash on incredibly expensive merchandise for no reason other than that they felt the need to buy because everything was on sale.
We stopped at a cute place and had happy hour drinks, trying to kill my atrocious hangover from Friday night. Then we went to see a couple bands play at Tribeca Rock Club. We saw a group called "October," which was good, kind of U2ish...and then this kickass band called "Pinfield". Kathleen and I loved them. Danced our asses off. It was so fun. But I was really disappointed that everyone else stood there like they had cement in their shoes watching the band, yet remaining completely motionless. We stood right in front and rocked out throughout the show. We couldn't NOT dance because they were so awesome. They have a female drummer who was phenomenal (she also recorded and produced their album) and the front man who played guitar and sang was not fucking around with that guitar. He was banging out these songs with contagious fury. And yet people are too timid to let their bodies move to the music, for fear of looking funny, or whatever reason each individual has. I just think it's fucking stupid to go to a rock show and not dance or at least move a little bit. After it was over we took a long stroll home. It was such a perfect night and a pefect walk. We window shopped all the way up Broadway and stared at the Prada window for an inordinate amount of time, as if it was a museum exhibit, which is exactly what it looks like. It's crazy. There are about fifty mannequins lined up in rows like synchronized swimmers and displaying the summer line of black bathing suits. Behind those mannequins, on this incredible architectural masterpiece which I cannot even begin to describe (with its rapid incline and plummeting slope of solid gold hue) are fifty more mannequins dressed up in the latest line of black dresses. It's really a total spectacle. But incredibly cool to look at.
We were so tired from walking (and rocking) that we fell asleep promptly when we got back to the apartment. Woke up and made blueberry pancakes and got situated on the fire escape to view the parade. People gradually came out to the parade route and by the time the first float reached us they were out in throngs. We had the best view and made lots of noise and clapped and danced and hooted and hollered and just generally had a terrific time watching the awesome display of gay pride take place in full force. It was sooo much fun.
Now I'm finally back home and tired from all the eventfulness of the weekend. Tomorrow it's back to work and hopefully the premiere after-party for Legally Blonde II, ("Red, White & Blonde")! Big Reese Witherspoon fan ova hea! Unfortunately, the premiere itself is out of the question, but Rob will probably be able to get me into the pahty! (It's worth it even if I have to pay to see the movie later...)
Posted by Maria at June 29, 2003 09:38 PM | TrackBack