Je Suis Bien

Well, last night I attended a positively TRANSCENDENT Los Super Elegantes show at Home (which was actually a pretty cool venue - despite being the sort of place that's frequently brought up in Life & Style as a spot where celebs "canoodle.")

I, for one, think it's safe to say that I have never, nor do I ever intend to, canoodle. It kind of gives me the heebies just thinking about it.

So, I went with my new friend Andy, to see the band that I was introduced to by my ex-bf from California, Kyle, so I could talk to the lead singer, Martiniano, who also dated Kyle, and along the way ran into this guy I used to see named Joshua, and also Ethan Rose from WMA (who's running high on his t-shirt company and LOTS of alcohol)and Andy ran into like 7 friends from Oberlin, and by the end of the night I was frankly exhausted by the amount of personal connections one racks up by living in NYC and/or LA (or apparently, Ohio).

I remember the first time I hit up a dance club in Boston - I didn't know a SOUL. It was so liberating! I could dance however I wanted to! I could introduce myself as anyone or anything! I could make out indiscriminately!

Ahhh... but those days are gone...

They're getting ready for a big event at my job, so they're rolling God Knows WHAT over the top of my office right now, which makes it feel like there's some serious earthquakes going on - and in addition they keep testing the alarm systems and then coming over the loudspeakers to tell us to "ignore the alarms." Half the time, we don't even hear the alarms, which makes me nervous because what if there really IS an earthquake and I totally don't notice it and then they put on some alarm that I can't hear and the next thing you know, someone's taken a Pulitzer winning prize shot of my blackened foot sticking out of a pile of rubble from the great NYC Quake of 06.