Seeing Red Wednesday, July 21, 2004 [ banter 1 ]

A new gem has been added to the crown that New York City wears as it rules over all other cities in the world: a new Target just opened in Brooklyn! I fucking hate leaving the island but dammit, I just LOOOOOVE Target so damn much. I will get dressed @ 9pm and board the A train down there to buy a 12pak of PopTarts for $2 (damn near everything @ Target costs $2). Anyway, they actually threw an opening party for the new store last night and my ass somehow weasled an invite (gotta get yourself, gotta get yourself, gotta get yourself connected) and although I host some serious Manhattan hateration/holleration in this dancerie for the outer boroughs, I got my vaccines, packed some bread and water, and braved the journey out there... got there late but it was still awesome. There was press coverage, free concessions (I love those 50 cent gooey Target brownies), I think there was a band at one point, and there were bonafide celebs all over the place. I saw a Gyllenhaal and nearly cried! Chloe Sevigny, who I keep trying to really like but never end up actually liking, was also there and I think a few of those annoying Heatherette kids, too --- not actual fashion frontpeople, but like the hanger-ons. You know, the social-climbing tag-along ones who are 20yrs old but wanna kick it like they were there for all the "glamorous" drugged-out clubdays of early-90's NYC? I just don't get the cute factor of what they're about. And no, I didn't just watch Party Monster and suddenly try to think I'm an expert on the subject. I remember when the Michael Alig shit was happening all over the nation cuz the clubkids were all over TV --- Geraldo, Jenny Jones, Rolanda, you name it --- glittered-up fools were coming out of the woodwark, taking animal tranquilizers and talking about what a party life really is (i.e. Richie Rich with those fucking roller skates and those striped Pipi Longstocking tights). I remember that shit for real, ok. Whatever. Back to topic. The marketing masterminds @ Target are slick mofos ---- throwing an buzzworthy Opening Party? Fucking great. I'm not sure how often I'll go to Brooklyn just for Target (ok, probably never) but it was fun to check it out once. I bought a pair of black furry slippers to wear around the house, but I'm sure Mo will get to them before I do, dammit.

In the wake of all this heavy shit, I got a much-needed cellular blast of fresh air from my favorite foul-mouthed cohort Melissa yesterday afternoon before work. It's nice when phone tag games finally pay off with actual CONTACT. I've been seeing her great big Girls Behaving Badly ads all over the backend of Manhattan buses for the past week, so I had to clown her ass about it. She walked me through the recent antics in her world as of late ("Fuck YOU, Leslie!") and as always dished me a little bit of reality tv inner circle gossip (if only I was allowed to share, man) --- and dude, we're still pissed as hell about not making the cut as panelists on I Love the 90's but as God is our witness we prevail, we prevail. It just means the upcoming audioposts will be better for ya'll to enjoy. It was awesome to hear from her, the time just flew by and it put a big bounce in my othwerwise overextended afternoon at work. Oh, I did get some ill freebies via a sales rep from that Art of Shaving store, though. That junk is pimpass DELUXE-type shit. Seriously, I feel like P.Diddy with this fine skin so fresh and so clean.

UPDATE: TARGET PHOTOS!

I just found out there's a Target just 10 minutes up from my house! It's perfect cuz I was just thinking how badly I needed to go stockup on useless-but-essential shit, and the Queens Mall location is just so far away. This one is just one stop off the 1 train into the Bronx @ 225th St, so I'll be bringing my gat and mexican accent with me. And maybe some crack, too, cuz I hear that's how they do it in the Boogie Down. Shit, winners, $2 PopTarts are about to cost me my life.

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