goat-fucker!
Apr. 24th, 2002 04:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wickedfleaThis week is so weird. I can't get settled. I'm getting new furniture here at work, and I'm having to empty out my desk and file cabinets. They're moving the old stuff out tomorrow, but won't move the new stuff in 'til Friday, so I guess I'll be sitting on the floor playing tiddlywinks tomorrow. So to speak. Or, hell, I dunno, maybe literally.
I never wrote much about the weekend. Saturday morning, I drove into NYC and picked up Mom at LaGuardia. I was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to get in and out of the airport. We checked into the hotel in midtown, then . . . what the hell did we do Saturday afternoon? Uhhh . . . wow, my brain is fried. I honestly don't remember anything before the play we saw that night -- Edward Albee's The Goat, or Who is Sylvia?, starring Mercedes Ruehl and Bill Pullman, both of whom were quite good. Despite it being about a man who's having a sexual relationship with a goat, it somehow wasn't quite as "out there" as some of his other stuff. But it was still good. After the play, we ate at Joe Allen, where we had Chilean sea bass (me) and steak tartare (Mom, yuk), conversed with a flamboyantly gay Canadian who thought the production of The Graduate starring Alicia Silverstone and Jason Biggs was just fabulous, and went to great lengths to steal an ashtray (which, I fear, I ended up leaving in the hotel room).
Sunday, we went to MoMA and saw (among other things) the "Life of the City" photographic exhibit. There were some really fantastic photos from the past 100 years or so, some by professionals and some submitted by the public. Somehow, we missed the monitors showing pictures from the "Here is New York" project; I'm still not sure where it was. The website is pretty incredible itself, though -- check it out.
That night, we decided to go to The Vagina Monologues. That was really fun. I was sort of surprised; it was a lot better than I thought it would be (though I'd heard good things about it). Karen Black (of Easy Rider, Five Easy Pieces, and Rubin and Ed, not of The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black) was fantastic; her orgasmic moaning had me laughing so hard that I thought I was going to rupture my assneck.
Monday morning, we hit Zabar's, Gourmet Garage, and some bookstores before heading home mid-afternoon. Quite a fun weekend, despite the crappy weather (rainy and chilly).
Time to ho gome.
I never wrote much about the weekend. Saturday morning, I drove into NYC and picked up Mom at LaGuardia. I was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was to get in and out of the airport. We checked into the hotel in midtown, then . . . what the hell did we do Saturday afternoon? Uhhh . . . wow, my brain is fried. I honestly don't remember anything before the play we saw that night -- Edward Albee's The Goat, or Who is Sylvia?, starring Mercedes Ruehl and Bill Pullman, both of whom were quite good. Despite it being about a man who's having a sexual relationship with a goat, it somehow wasn't quite as "out there" as some of his other stuff. But it was still good. After the play, we ate at Joe Allen, where we had Chilean sea bass (me) and steak tartare (Mom, yuk), conversed with a flamboyantly gay Canadian who thought the production of The Graduate starring Alicia Silverstone and Jason Biggs was just fabulous, and went to great lengths to steal an ashtray (which, I fear, I ended up leaving in the hotel room).
Sunday, we went to MoMA and saw (among other things) the "Life of the City" photographic exhibit. There were some really fantastic photos from the past 100 years or so, some by professionals and some submitted by the public. Somehow, we missed the monitors showing pictures from the "Here is New York" project; I'm still not sure where it was. The website is pretty incredible itself, though -- check it out.
That night, we decided to go to The Vagina Monologues. That was really fun. I was sort of surprised; it was a lot better than I thought it would be (though I'd heard good things about it). Karen Black (of Easy Rider, Five Easy Pieces, and Rubin and Ed, not of The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black) was fantastic; her orgasmic moaning had me laughing so hard that I thought I was going to rupture my assneck.
Monday morning, we hit Zabar's, Gourmet Garage, and some bookstores before heading home mid-afternoon. Quite a fun weekend, despite the crappy weather (rainy and chilly).
Time to ho gome.
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Date: 2002-04-24 06:23 pm (UTC)