Is the weekend over already? I got a ton of cleaning done this weekend. And a ton of partying too. Friday night I made dinner for Rob and I before he had to drive to Maryland. Took a walk with Kathleen later to this place "Twist" that opened up not too long ago. It was alright. Kind of the same old shit that my neighborhood has to offer. I like this area for the fact that there is a lot of access to basically anything a person could need. It's a great location for shopping and eating, getting your hair or nails done, enjoying dessert at any hour...and bars/nightlife, if you're interested in guidos, firemen, jocks and their respective female counterparts. I don't know...it's just not my crowd so much. It seems like there is a really large male population here. Kathleen mentioned it too, that you walk down the street and see a lot of guys hanging outside of the bars and shops at all time of day or night. It's a tiny bit much sometimes. The concentration of testosterone, libido and general machismo. Walking around in my neighborhood you'll see a lot of guys driving fancy cars, flexing their assets. Like peacocks, doing their dance, shaking their feathers. And if you're a woman, they're usually not shy about approaching you and trying to persuade you to spend time with them or blurting out all kinds of "compliments." Don't get me wrong, I like receiving flattering compliments as much as the next girl, when it's done with taste.
Sometimes it's a little intimidating or embarassing though if someone is really persistent or approaches in an aggressive manner. A couple days ago I was waiting for the light to change to cross the street and a big black SUV drove up and stopped in the crosswalk directly in front of me. There were four guys in the car. I stepped back to the sidewalk because they startled me. The guy in the passengers seat inquired about where I was going and how I was doing. I said "home" and "fine" and gave a terse smile. He told me I was doin' good and lookin' good. I walked around the vehicle to cross the street. Why do men do this? Why do they approach women in this way? In this aggressive, macho way? I've noticed it all my life and I just don't get it.
Anyway, so Saturday night we went out to Williamsburg. That's the seventh ring of hipster hell, but still more my speed than my own area of Brooklyn. We went to this big dual birthday bash for some friends of our friends. It was a great time. Keg, cakes and a really good crowd. The party evolved continuously throughout the night. One of my favorite moments was when these two girls all dressed up in the most egregious 80s outfits imaginable came in and DJd with some Rick James, Salt & Pepper, Prince and the likes. These two tastelessly clad girls rocked the party with their fabulous dance moves. Everyone joined in and it was a total blast. I hated their outfits, but they were a really good time so I found it in my heart to forgive. After the dancing we went up to the roof which provided an amazing view. We all let out a big sigh of contentment and enjoyed the cool air and the sight of a train passing over the bridge and the sparkling skyline.
We stayed there until nearly two, got up and walked about twenty blocks to The Royal Oak and stayed there until just after four, before grabbing a cab home.
I finished up all my cleaning/house maintenance yesterday and then sat down to over indulge in television for most of the remainder of the evening. First I watched the countdown 100 Greatest Comedians on Comedy Central and then the "Chippendales" True Hollywood Story on E!. That was weird. I dated and lived with a Chippendale dancer for several months a few years ago. The mini-documentary was a reminder of the world that I witnessed during that time. All the shaving and oiling and tanning and exercising...not to mention all the other shit like steroid use and macho rivalry and alcoholism and female troubles that they didn't spotlight on the "True Hollywood Story." Actually, there were quite a few bits of pertinent information and scandalous stories that were overlooked, perhaps deliberately. I'd met a couple of the guys being interviewed, so that was funny. The guy that I dated is no longer with Chippendales, due to a major scandal of his very own creation (he was good at making trouble), so I almost wanted to email him, knowing that he would be terribly jealous and angry that they're getting attention and that his old "teammates" and boss were being interviewed and glorified on E! while he likely continues to fester in what he perceives as one of the greatest failures of his adult life. But I figured it probably wouldn't do much good to rub salt on that wound, even though he completely deserves it. Hahaa.
So that's all for the weekend recap. I'm sorry that it's over. The weekend I mean. ;o)
Update: Well guess who instant messaged me? That's right! My ex the chipper! He needed someone to vent to. Life is weird. Really really weird.
Posted by Maria at July 26, 2004 06:15 PM | TrackBack