One Singular Sensation Sunday, April 16, 2006 [ banter 0 ]

One of the best things about working as a Concierge in New York City is getting last-minute (free!) access to cool shit like Broadway shows that you normally could never afford to see. One of the worst things about it is that its virtually impossible to find anyone available at the last minute to join you. Try tracking down just one damn single person in your cellphone who doesn't already have plans or is willing to leave their apartment on a lazy Sunday --- Easter Sunday @ that. In my dream world, everyone I know is DYING to hangout with me when I call at the last minute. "Chris? HI! Sure, I'd love to get together, I don't care WHAT we're doing! What time?" In reality all I tend to get is, "Um what show is it? Oh. Where are the seats? Yeah, I'm kinda doing something else." See, that's what I get for sending my boyfriend off to play with his peeps, I was just all kinds of sure I'd have a Plab B person to fill in for him. And here I am, hours before The History Boys matinee and totally singular. It's just as well, I'm not much on the cuteness lately --- got a deep cleansing facial the other day and my skin is in all kinds of transition. I'm excited about seeing the show anyway, it's supposed to be coming off a stellar run in London. I don't know much about it but the boys in the poster sure are cute. Like young Abercrombie boys but obtainable.

So, yesterday I actually broke out of my comfort zone and voyaged to that Brooklyn place people keep talking about. My kissable friend Suppa (who really loves pearl necklaces) has been trying to lure me out to her hood for like 2yrs, and finally after running out of excuses I agreed to meet her afterwork. That weather yesterday was just insane --- a high of 78! and I was soaking up the sun like Sheryl Crow except she's battling cancer now and I already did that once. She (Suppa, not Sheryl) took me on a tour of Billyburg and damn, I actually enjoyed it. My faded H&M shorts and Target tee shirt were no match for the throngs of vintaged hipsters parading up and down North 6, but still I was amused and even suprised at the overall LACK of neighborhood upkeep. For a neighborhood that's so notoriously trendy I was expecting all kinds of modern architecture and slick lofts, but it was mostly lots of run down little cafe's and boutiques --- all of them inhabitated by immaculately dishevled clerks and patrons doing their damndest to look aloof while fully aware of their asthetic. It was awesome. Suppa and I had drinks and desserts @ Sea, which I recognized right away as that restaurant from the beginning of Garden State. Although I maintain my tree still does not grow in Brooklyn (I keep it rural up in NoWa, ok?), I gotta say it was a great day and I had a cool time out there.

In other happy news, I'm actually getting a tax REFUND this year! I usually end up owing a shitload of money that wipes out a big chunk of my checking account and keeps me financially tense thru the fall, so this is HUGE and exciting. Also huge? I just found out thru my mom that my dad apparently LOVES Gilmore Girls too... although I'm pretty sure we like it for very different reasons.

UPDATE: The show was AMAZING, very Dead Poets Society but with more HoYay. The boys were electric, just so commanding onstage, made you feel like they were total prepschool brats merely letting you watch their interactions. The house was SOLD OUT and I had an extra ticket. Just before the curtain went up, I crept up a staircase @ the back of the theater and surveyed the Stand Room folks (who pay lesser prices but don't get seats), trying to decide which one I'd deem worthy of sitting next to me. They were all lined up against the back rail, looking mighty sad, and I just I felt drunk with power. Went up to this pretty girl who was kinda short and offered to give her my extra ticket so she'd actually be able to SEE the stage, and told her all she'd have to do is gimme head. The bitch rolled her eyes and denied me. Okay, not really. But I did offer the ticket and she said "No Thanks" (is it crazy that my feelings were a little bit hurt? Come on, twice rejected in one day), so me and my Jack Spade bag enjoyed 2 premium seats in the front balcony all to ourselves.

It was a quiet day to myself, really. I spent most of my shift this morning in project mode, emailing and sending letters to the rooms and txt messages to guests cells just so I could keep actualy face-to-face time to a minimum. Walked uptown for awhile after the show today, just looking around and enjoying the weather. Today was actually the end of my work week and around this time of the night P is usually on his way over here. Not tonight, he's out with his boys. And all of my friend-types are doing their Holiday things. So it's just me this evening, my first Friday night alone in awhile. Kind of weird. Kind of nice.

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