| Now I know how those monkeys in that barrel feel |
[Dec. 18th, 2006|11:59 am] |
Because of arm pain from breaking my shoulder, I’m still sleeping poorly, causing me to be zombie-like during the day, but this last weekend was still one of the best I’ve had in a long time.
Friday night I headed out to Queens with ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) turbillion for an incredible meal at Sripraphai – considered by most to be the finest Thai restaurant in the entire city – organized by danbearnyc. Matt/badfaggot, Christopher/theoctothorpe, and Mike/anarchy_lime also partook. What made is especially good is that we ordered family style, ordering at least 10 dishes, which we all got to taste, all for $19 per person, including tax and generous tip. My favorites were a ground chicken dish with basil and chiles (heavenly over their coconut rice) and a dish called Drunken Noodles.
Afterwards we retired to Dan’s lovely Queens apartment and watched nearly two hours of hallucinatory movie musical numbers directed by Busby Berkeley, culminating in the unbelievable 14-minute-long “Lullabye of Broadway” number. “Don’t forget to get your gay card punched at the door!” I remarked at this surfeit of camp. “Hell, for all this,” someone else quipped, “you should get your gay card bronzed.”
Saturday I joined naylandblake and Dominic/dominicvine in an attempt to see the Wooster on Spring project, where dozens of artists (street/graffiti and otherwise) were let loose for a month in an abandoned building to decorate dozens of its rooms with ephemeral art. The building was only open this one weekend to the public, and thereafter the work will be painted and plastered over, the building turned into – what else – luxury condos.
photo by naylandblake
Unfortunately, hundreds of other people thought this would be a cool thing to do, too, and although the line-around-the-block moved, after an hour’s wait we determined we still had more than two hours’ wait to go, and stood a good chance of not getting in at all. So we checked out the scene outside, where all the artists had done a jam on the outside of the building, and police were fighting to keep the streets clear. Here I am outside, modeling my killer new T-shirt designed by chrisglass.
We regrouped and instead walked around the East Village, stopping in at a tattoo parlor (for their selection of visual subculture books), Downtown Music Gallery, a progressive jazz store (more Sun Ra for Nayland), a cheese shop, St. Mark’s Books to check out the new monograph by Slava Mogutin (NSFW!), Kim’s Video for the new Wonder Showzen DVD for Dominic, then off to Toy Tokyo and some tacos at San Loco. So a fun time was still had by all.
photo by Greg/mondragon
Sunday I headed out to Brooklyn to Nayland’s for his holiday party and tree-trimming. Matt and Dominic and Jeff/hammerride and Ernie/faghatesgods and Greg/mondragon and lolitasir and a couple dozen other people were also there, even [gasp!] a nucular family! Matt made dozens of gingerbread leathermen, and Lolita brought some homemade pecan-caramel butter cookies (that’s her purse, not mine, that I’m holding above), which were possibly the best cookies I've ever tasted, although I'll need to sample a couple more batches to be sure. Greg & Ernie brought a crockpot full of Ernie’s family recipe Italian meatballs to make incredible submarine sandwiches with. We strung lights and decorated three trees with Nayland’s vast collection of ornaments, and Lehigh, Nayland’s Boston terrier, loved all the attention she got. I even bested her in a 20-minute tug-of-war with her rubber ring dog toy!
Of course, this means I got very little done this weekend, so now I have to hustle (and maybe even pull an all-nighter) to wrap and pack gifts and get them in the mail and do everything else that needs doing before I take off to visit my family next weekend. But for the fellowship I enjoyed this weekend, it was worth it.
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