ny minute

so yeah, like we said, instead of staying in town for springfest or going up to the ranch for memorial day, we opted last-minute to go to new york. why? because NATURE IS FOR PUSSIES.

instead of smelly grass, we got to hang out with our friend jo for the weekend, go see some plays and shows and art, and shop and eat and drink. take that, mister ranger! you can keep your stinkin’ picnic baskets.

after the redeye on friday night, we woke up in nyc. and then took a nap, and again woke up in nyc. brunch at son cubano, and then a little bit of shopping where hmc bought me a birthday month gift of a lovely little brown daybag, with an ingenious zippered flap, in case you only want something on the right half of the bag. or the left. it’s beautiful. it’s so beautiful that you’d cry if you saw it. maybe it’s better if you didn’t.

after that over to 59e59, where they were having a brits off broadway festival of british plays, some from the fringe festival. we saw the race which was somewhere between cirque du soleil and notting hill. but with less water. very entertaining.

the next day was mostly shopping. tg-170 on ludlow south of houston is where hmc goes every time she comes to nyc, because they’re always full of fabulous stuff. it’s also why we can’t afford to come to nyc very often. but irresistible, nonetheless. we tried to go see an exhibit of james bond posters from around the world, but the place was closed (LIES LIES LIES) so we turned around and went to the only thing going on, which was some bands at the rockwood music cafe, which turned out to be very nice jazz. the first band had a singer with a nice voice but distressing 70’s hair and bangs, but the second band was pretty great. then off to the east village for more jazz at the cornelia street cafe, from mostly other people doing the killing and the quartet of happiness. both hilarous fun! see them desperately if you get the chance. maybe more mopdtk, just because. oh, and the lobster ravioli and the rack of lamb at ccc are great, too.

monday was memorial day. day for bbq’s, right? FUCK THAT SUBURBAN SHIT. yummy brunch with allison, and then off the whitney to see some holes. only thing… the whitney’s closed on mondays. fuckers. so instead off to PS1, to see all the crazy shit. as it’s an old school house turned into a museum, i can’t help thinking about all the misery and crushed hopes as i climb the old old painted stairways. then again, i also imagine the endless joy and laughter of kids running around with their friends, their only worries being making it to recess. the wolfgang tillmans is not bad, and the reprocessing reality exhibit is interesting, but my fave was the clemens von wedemeyer “big business”, retelling laurel and hardy’s short but with prison inmates. pretty great. skip the john lurie.

then we were off to the airport as the thunderstorms started to pour.

perfect to get out of town as the rains come in…

Posted at May 30, 2006 4:12 PM