Porn & Pomme Frites

A.Star, A.Joy & Sarah K

It's Sunday night, the weekend is behind me, and I cannot wait for slumber. I was a whirlwind of activity the past few days and I must say it is beginning to catch up. But hey, I'm young, I can handle it... right?

Friday evening I attended a most unusual dual book launching at a cool lounge down in SoHo. It was a joint celebration; a friend had recently announced his decision to move to South America upon his completion of a short novel of stories he was publishing, and a good friend of his was also coming out with her new book as well. As bittersweet as it was for everyone to see an amigo leave New York, I will admit that that is not exactly what all his dear friends were thinking about upon entering the red-lighted lounge and picking up a copy of the two books that were to be celebrated... They were thinking more along the lines of:

"How in the hell does our darling friend, Michael, know Nina Hartley?

If you are not familiar with Nina (as I was not when I arrived), I will explain that she is allegedly one of the top great porn stars of our millenium. She's written a variety of books all circling around the subject of sex and the one being celebrated that night was no different: Nina Hartley's Guide to Total Sex. Needless to say, it was an evening filled with very interesting conversation and plenty of mingling. Great to catch up with the man of the hour as well, and peek at his new book: Funny Ass Stories.

Saturday was spent brunching with a herd of friends in the Meatpacking at Paradou for what has now famously been dubbed "Champagne Campaign 2006". I was able to catch up with even more long lost buds while simultaneously witnessing what could quite possibley be the best flavored champange concoctions ever created. And those pomme frites, can't forget the pomme frites.

Once the last cheers was said, and the last song was played on the iPod (which our group did an excellent job of whinning to the waiters until we were permitted to just plug in our own music and raise the roof), we shimmied on back to mine where a full on dance party ensued.

I won't forget walking the cobblestone streets with A.Star back to my apartment though, it was a perfect fall day with perfect company. Manhattan really knows what its doing during times like these.

Today was spent lounging around having some girl talk, and tooling around the neighborhood with R.

Can't beat autumn in NY. Makes me feel so alive.

Friday the 13th

A supersticious, anti-sacred day in history said to be unlucky and ill-fated among the living.

On it's eve, I found myself attending a holy matrimony of two star-crossed lovers set to meet their faitful destiny, their lives agape before them.

Below a canapy of pinks and violets, among blood-lines and cohorts, surrounded by green pastures and harvest moons, the pageant was set.

From sunset 'til civil twilight the entangled duo tempted their fait and challenged the Gods.

They valiantly traced the jagged profile of superstition until it decintigrated into the creamy ripplelessness of truth.

Their intrepid spirit lead their flaming torch. And as the mist of their fidelity showered over the night, I was baithed in the sweet redemption of their restored purity and virtue.

"Audacibus annue coeptis"

Looking Through A Window

It has been a terrible chore to get myself to write lately. I don't know if it is because I feel that I'm becoming more boring by the minute these days, or just that my life is... (slightly pesemistic today, eh?) Anyway it is another cool Tuesday here in Manhattan and after watching the WB11 (now CW11) and making my morning stroll with D-Roomie to the office, here I sit in front of my white imac typing away with breaks to glance out the window and keep an eagle eye on the construction they are doing across the street on our narrow midtown block which faces the Public Library.

I'm getting psyched for later... Amy Milan from The Stars is playing at Joe's Pub and I've got a nice batch of friendsters lined up to accompany. My Bro should be coming in too which will even further sweeten the pot, as these times with him are now cherrished more than our childhood could ever have predicted. I've never been to Joe's Pub but I hear its quite a venue: old-school Jazz hall with a modern flair... Sign me up any day...

Tiny green-tinted reading lights sit on every dark oak table, while jazz junkies comfortably sip bourbon or Maker's on the rocks in a tumbler. The stage is quaint and a single spotlight hits the performer who sits on her stool in a slinky rayon dress (off her shoulders). She carefully toys with a chrome microphone propped up on a stand in front of her. As melody fills the air at the hit of her first single note, chills interupt my warm body and I close my eyes in a sea of soaring vibrations that engulf my existance at that very moment... Time stands still and I feel that there is no lonliness or consequences or worries for tomorrow...