Short and to-the-point, because I haven't written in a while and many things have happened:
Nina and I managed to get through Caligula -- yes, that Caligula -- which is long and disturbing but not particularly sexy (although I was inexplicably aroused by the scene where Malcolm MacDowell fondles the tits of this old lady) or good. I am making her watch (the extended versions of) The Lord of the Rings.
My friend Squick, who'd moved to Boston, came back to NYC a few weeks ago, in part to celebrate the birthday of P.T., the 40-year-old (well, 41 now?) Thai guy who runs Bite, the sandwich shop that's sort of across the street from where I work. P.T.'d invited me to come along, too, so I did -- and it was a blast. It was me and Squick and some other guys from work and about a dozen Thai dudes I didn't know at this restaurant on 50th St. called Pooket. P.T. and his friend Peter ordered a bunch of stuff off-menu, like some really good spicy Lahb and some (also spicy) mango salad. Around eleven, the wait staff closed the front door and put on the karaoke machine in the back. I did the Ghostbusters theme song and some Thai songs I didn't, believe it or not, actually know the words to.
And then it was my birthday, precious; Sophie and I did another joint fiesta, and, while I was apprehensive about how it'd go, especially considering that she and I haven't really seen much of each other over the past year, it came off swimmingly and nobody got food poisoning. Nina scored a tres-leches cake from this really good local bakery (they were out of the Dora The Exporer cake), as well as some Star-of-David emblazoned party finery that I dutifully wore throughout. Lots of people came! It was great. The cops came, too, eventually, drawn by the sight of unconcealed containers. They threatened to give me a summons but let everyone off with a warning and a somewhat peevish comment about we should be grateful. (I was grateful!)
Tom and I came in third (!) at trivia last week. Go Team "Elven Bards!" We are climbing the fucking ladder, people.
Show-wise, I've only been to, uh... I guess just one, and it wasn't very good -- Spoon, in Rockefeller Park. Very medium energy, those guys. I did go out to Williamsburg a couple of weeks ago to McCarren Park Pool to watch Night Of The Hunter, which I'd been meaning to see for a while. Creepy movie, esp. Robert Mitchum, but I feel like parts of it, esp. the bible stuff, were lost on me. Missed the Siren Festival (it was the last one? Fuck), but I'm going to They Might Be Giants on Wednesday with Nina and Randy and Danica.
Various wisdom teeth are hurting. I read a very long fan fiction on the Internet, thinking it was a bootleg of Harry Potter; and then I read the first part of the actual Harry Potter on the Internet.
Oh yeah, Chore Wars. We're all doing it. Get on the bus.