Michelle Said Not to Go There

I had a kinda mellow weekend in NYC and that was good. I was a bit sad cuz of the whole Jose thing - not heartbroken, just disappointed but made the best of it. Found the perfect present for mr Rick as the Swatch store was having a 40% off sale -- ok ok I got me a present there too. There were millions of people in the city. I swear at points I felt like I was swimming not walking. You know when you swim and expend energy but it is still the current that is moving you along not your own power - it was exactly like that - it felt good - I felt light - I felt nearly invisible. Equus was good too - the staging was brilliant and although DRad was a bit over the top - the intense repressed psycho-sexual-religious coming of age drama combined with a mid-life crisis story has always been too mesmerizing for me to ignore.

Most fun I had was hanging with Michelle and her beautiful family. Cara Mia slays me. The whole first day she called me Jeff but I got over that as on day 2 and 3 she said my name more than I have ever heard in my entire lifetime thus far --- she is a peach. A beautiful child that is being raised in a loving home. Made me feel very Christmasy to be around them.

Finally there is a scary dive of a gay bar near the subway in Michelle's neighborhood. I of course was fascinated and begged a bit but Michelle opted not to go. Don't blame her as she has two full time jobs -- one as a book buyer and the other as a parent. Michelle has her hands pleasantly full. Plus she said all the neighborhood derelicts hang there - which of course only intrigued me more, so I went on in flying solo (Hey Matt - where is a good wingman when I need one? lol). A tad bit rougher than I am used to - even on TJ terms - and I am sure there was more than just alcohol for sale there but it all seemed harmless enough and I had a couple. Pictured above is Carlos - I must admit of all the intriguing things about this tough little haunt, he kept it the most interesting.