Girl, you know it's true.

I h8te midtown. With a fiery passion that burns for eight days and eight nights even when there is only fuel for one (oh wait...um, that's not right.) I got to bask in the pretentious wankery that is midtown Tuesday night while taking in the Cool 'eh "pool" party with Katy and John (because they could not secure a permit for throng of drunken partiers to around it, the pool was actually closed). This hotel party was relatively hip; the bar's interior was sleek and sterile (pictures forthcoming), the drinks were probably overpriced (not that I would know, because I was all over that "open bar," and said promotional liquor was cheap but mildly satisfactory. They made this "Cabana" with the Cabana Cachaca Rum, which was like the cheap Elvis impersonater of mojitos. The mint was NOT muddled, they skimped on the lime and sugar, and some of the versions involved sprite. They just took some limes, mint, ice and soda and shook it. fuck that. In related news, I have decided that when new roomie Collyn moves in, we're gonna buy some liquor and should have a swingin' mixer at the end of the summer(?).

So besides getting drunk off the cheap rum, the pool party was kind of a bust, besides giving me more things to feel superior about. On the way home we had a magical experience with a butterfly caught in the subway entrance and followed that up with a belated Pomme Frite underwear party.

Wednesday morning was all about Mud, the NY Times crossword, and yoga in the park. So good. That brings me back to Tuesday day; I got my yoga on in the park for almost three hours, being joined by Matt midsession. We then proceed to run through the sprinklers in the playground, get some chow at Earthmatters, and walked back to Chelsea before I bought myself a Lily (a live lily plant that is).

So fast forward to Wednesday's lovely and relaxing morning in the park; there were birds, green grass, falafel sandwiches, and some casual conversation for good measure. I then went home to pick up for some animation work I'm doing for an indie film. While waiting for him, a pigeon shit on my foot, which was possibly one of the most disgusting experiences of my life. I'm terrified I'm gonna get bird flu or something. I ran upstairs to wash off my foot and now I'm just trying not to think about it.

THEN of course, Wednesday was also my SH8H ex-wife's birthday (Yes, we have divorced, but like Sonny and Cher we remain close. Although hopefully Leslie wont get drunk and crash into a tree; but I mean that should be fairly easy to avoid...in New York...in the summer...without skis...)! First we went to dinner at Three of Cups where we were later joined by a fellow "hasbian" Misha. After enjoying some good food, wine, and Bristol Cream Sherry we embarked on a tour of the Eville. First stop: Rue B. Got to catch up with the bartender Rob, who I hadn't seen in some time. Upon saying goodbye he informed me that he noticed I was wearing nearly the same outfit as I was the first time I met him. Good memory. THEN we went to a bar (it was probably on Ave B, but I'm not sure of the name) with a photobooth, which was such a thrill since I have a photostrip and polaroid collection that I feel very strongly about. I took three strips (SH8H ex-wide took one), which I will post when I scan them next week. On a similar note, I intend on purchasing 10ish packs of Polaroid film this weekend with some of this unexpected "extra money." Can't believe they're discontinuing polaroids...booooo!
NEways...I got home real late, and woke again to go do some yoga on the pier. Went to work, blah blah blah.

There were a couple outstanding "Overheard in New York" moments. I will try to relate this particular one as best as I can...though it is best told in person.
I'm sitting on the F train, and there's a mother with her beautiful two-year-old daughter in her lap, and 6 year-old son in the seat next to her. Both children have shaved heads, and the mother has a despondent look.
Suddenly the little boy blurts this out very loudly with not a moments pause between words, and interspersed with maniacal laughter:
"HEY-MOM-I-JUST-CAME-UP-WITH-A-COOL-NEW-WORD-BANANAPANTS!!!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHABANANAPANTS!!HAHAHAHAHA-BANANAMOM!!!!!" and points at the mom.
The mother has no reaction at all and just stares straight forward into space, and the little boy looks away from her and stops yelling. awww.
The second was less creative, and perhaps only funny after a few glasses of sherry. On the way to Rue B, Leslie, Misha and I passed a hobo singing at the top of his lungs, "OOOOOOOH SAY CAN YOU SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, THEEEEE BEAUTY IN THE BEEEEEEEEEAST!!!" it continued, but I can't remember. Maybe you had to be there...

You can expect some photos ear;e next week, along with a weekend synopsis. Thanks all.