At last (alas?) another update
The last one didn't count. It was a part of a huge cosmic joke.
I'm airbourne and in transit to the city so nice they named it twice.
New York, you ninny.
I find it amazing that while the flight itself will take much longer, only about three hours out of the day will have passed (time zones are truly fascinating, are they not? ) and I'm choosing to update and answer some electronic mail rather than work on anything productive. I'm falling in love with the new me all over again, dears. The new album is on the back burner in lieu of my social life. It wasn't very good anyway.
It's become passe' to post about your week, or your coming week. Just ask my dear friend Gina. Of course, if you're not her friend already, you won't be able to see what I'm talking about, so it's a moot point. But really, who isn't her friend these days? She deserves it.
Where was I? Digressed into a Gershon-a-thon, again, I'm afraid. Ah, yes...
It's become passe' to post about past, current, or coming events. I hate being passe', declasse', bourgeois, or any other terrible yet musical sounding French word. I thought perhaps I could pass my travel plans off as an agenda, and then at least I would look like I was part of a bohemian revolution...
Agenda items: NYC
I will arrive in New York City with Damien today 10 April 2003, around 10ish. I will promptly phone the flat of one ethanhawke. We will make small talk. He will tell me how to get to where he is. We will arrive shortly, with a minimum of difficulty after some heavy petting in the back of the Taxi on the way over. We will tip generously, and make vague threats to the Taxi Driver, who will drive off in a hurry.
Once inside Ethan's flat, we will be all hugs and smiles for Renee and Melanie. We will get to meet Victoria and anyone else they have dragged along with them. We will give both the aforementioned Ethan and meredithbrooks a European "kiss kiss" and hug for good measure. We will pick Timmy up in a manly bear hug. More small talk and smiles will ensue. We will all begin drinking. Except perhaps Ren, who is expecting.
The following morning, no doubt recovering, I will phone Kate, and meet her for breakfast. We will shop for shoes. She will buy me Adidas Trainers. Then she'll have a flight to catch.
At some point that day, I will call Ms. Gershon, and we will rendezvous. What might occur then is anybody's guess.
Continuing my "Intercontinental Slut Trek" (as I've just now christened it), I will find and seduce Alan Cumming. With Damien's help, of course.
I will take in some theatre on Broadway. La Boheme starring the lovely and talented Wei Huang. Ta for the tickets, love.
This is everything I can think of that I want to accomplish, so far. Updates as I achieve my goals. New York, here I come. I can't stay long, only the weekend, perhaps, but it's sure to be one that neither of us will recover from soon. I was just getting over my cold, as well.
And now, I'm tired of typing. He's fallen asleep with his hand on my knee and is too unbearably and ridiculously adorable that I can think of nothing more to say.
I'm airbourne and in transit to the city so nice they named it twice.
New York, you ninny.
I find it amazing that while the flight itself will take much longer, only about three hours out of the day will have passed (time zones are truly fascinating, are they not? ) and I'm choosing to update and answer some electronic mail rather than work on anything productive. I'm falling in love with the new me all over again, dears. The new album is on the back burner in lieu of my social life. It wasn't very good anyway.
It's become passe' to post about your week, or your coming week. Just ask my dear friend Gina. Of course, if you're not her friend already, you won't be able to see what I'm talking about, so it's a moot point. But really, who isn't her friend these days? She deserves it.
Where was I? Digressed into a Gershon-a-thon, again, I'm afraid. Ah, yes...
It's become passe' to post about past, current, or coming events. I hate being passe', declasse', bourgeois, or any other terrible yet musical sounding French word. I thought perhaps I could pass my travel plans off as an agenda, and then at least I would look like I was part of a bohemian revolution...
Agenda items: NYC
I will arrive in New York City with Damien today 10 April 2003, around 10ish. I will promptly phone the flat of one ethanhawke. We will make small talk. He will tell me how to get to where he is. We will arrive shortly, with a minimum of difficulty after some heavy petting in the back of the Taxi on the way over. We will tip generously, and make vague threats to the Taxi Driver, who will drive off in a hurry.
Once inside Ethan's flat, we will be all hugs and smiles for Renee and Melanie. We will get to meet Victoria and anyone else they have dragged along with them. We will give both the aforementioned Ethan and meredithbrooks a European "kiss kiss" and hug for good measure. We will pick Timmy up in a manly bear hug. More small talk and smiles will ensue. We will all begin drinking. Except perhaps Ren, who is expecting.
The following morning, no doubt recovering, I will phone Kate, and meet her for breakfast. We will shop for shoes. She will buy me Adidas Trainers. Then she'll have a flight to catch.
At some point that day, I will call Ms. Gershon, and we will rendezvous. What might occur then is anybody's guess.
Continuing my "Intercontinental Slut Trek" (as I've just now christened it), I will find and seduce Alan Cumming. With Damien's help, of course.
I will take in some theatre on Broadway. La Boheme starring the lovely and talented Wei Huang. Ta for the tickets, love.
This is everything I can think of that I want to accomplish, so far. Updates as I achieve my goals. New York, here I come. I can't stay long, only the weekend, perhaps, but it's sure to be one that neither of us will recover from soon. I was just getting over my cold, as well.
And now, I'm tired of typing. He's fallen asleep with his hand on my knee and is too unbearably and ridiculously adorable that I can think of nothing more to say.