The Week in Review
Rather than delve into the details of the previous week (of which I have not necessarily accurately recorded in my brain anyways), I decided to do a quick re-cap and then move on from here.
On Monday, Gucci the Roofer caged us in with an 8x8 wooden, well, cage-looking type situation that really isn't that bad. We're gonna dress it up a bit, which led me to consider the impact that defined space has on people. Before, we just had a roof. It wasn't particularly attractive with random tar lines from the previous "deck" and a decent amount of square footage to which we had done nothing.
But now that we have this cage, we've come up with all sorts of things that could possibly add a little flava': white string lights; plants (probably won't happen); another bench or two; etc. Yes. Redefining defined space.
I don't remember Tuesday, actually. I hit the butch-femme meeting Wednesday night after which I went to dinner with members of the group. A friend of mine then went with me to this place called Brewsky's in the East Village for a friend's birthday bash. There were probably about 10 people total in the bar and they were all there for my friend. At one point, more than half of us were outside smoking in order to adhere to the not-so-new smoking ban.Among this crowd included the bartender who shortly thereafter told us he'd shut the gate and let us smoke inside. This turned out to be a good business move because he promptly sold about 5-7 pints, one of which went to me for $3.50. And it wasn't Bud Light.
After the bar closed at 2 a.m. (as we move into Thursday), a couple of friends and myself went to a cafe and ate and then we went to Union Square and stayed there talking until the sun came up and the cops with their sirens (which appeared to be acting as alarm clocks) ran the homeless out of their beds of grass. On Friday, Paige and I went to Roosevelt Island via the sky tram thing. I hear it was in the movie "Spider Man." It was a trip traveling through the air over the east side of Manhattan and the East River.
A little daunting, as well, I must say. But we made it safely in time for the rains to come. I won't be complaining, though, because I heard it's hot as hell in Sacramento. After the sky tram thing, we went to WOW Cafe in the East Village to see a variety show of sorts. The proceeds went to Stages, the National Transgender Theatre Festival. We weren't expecting much but it was actually really enjoyable. I plan on going again next month. By then, I'll be 30. Other than that, I've been not reading.
I worked some more on my story. I'm on page 17 I think. Initial feedback has been promising. I was told, though, that it lacked emotion. Me? Lacking emotion? Ok, my eyes are falling fast. I have to sleep. I depart for the west coast in 27 hours.
