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by mg at 12:23 AM on July 01, 2002
You probably should go back and read last night’s post.
When last we left out anti-hero, he was a little depressed because his ex-girlfriend was going out (but not Going Out) with a girl he could conceivably get into in a big way. And so, since most of my friends are Top 40 types and I couldn’t roust anyone else to go, I went to this concert alone.
It was the Gerbils and Elf Power at the Mercury Lounge. If you’ve never heard of either of those bands it is perfectly acceptable. It was an excellent show, even if I was there alone. I’d probably not have noticed it otherwise, but there were a couple other lonely souls in the bar as well. Like that very cute girl standing in front of the sound booth, the one with the short, dark hair and wearing one of those Goodwill T-shirts with the name of some little league soccer team from Cleveland or somewhere.
And, speaking of girls, hey, you, girl with the white-fro’ed boyfriend, I’m talking to you now. Don’t you know you are much too pretty to have a boyfriend with a white-fro? You deserve to go out with a boy who doesn’t have a white-fro. Did you happen to notice my neatly trimmed locks? Did you saw me looking at you? I know you did, in fact, because our eyes met for a long while, and you even started walking towards me before your stupid white-fro’ed boyfriend came back from the bar. If you are ready to ditch the white-fro’ed boyfriend, you should drop me an email. I was the guy who looks like the little picture in the upper left hand corner of this post, only life-sized.
So, yes, the show was excellent, probably one of the best I’d seen in a while. Unfortunately, I had no one else to share it with. I did, however, have people to share the rest of my night with. I walked from the Mercury Lounge up to Dick’s Bar for Baz and Choire’s Big Gay Party.
There, I met up with Chris, who is fast becoming a real friend, and Andy and Scott, who’d I met at Choire’s last bash. I also met another large chunk of the NYC blogging community (what, no straight women?), including Glen, Dan, Sam, and, I’m sure, several other folks I can’t remember right now.
Dick’s apparently, is a big gay bar, a perfect kind of a place for a big gay party, but despite how cute and sensitive I might be, I’m pretty much straight. Pretty much. Eventually, the intelligent and engaging gay-boy-bloggers left the place and all that was left were creepy middle-aged homos, all sitting by themselves, and leering at every piece of meat that walked into the place. Sure, it’s been a long time since I’ve had anyone stare out me lovingly, but these blokes hardly had love in their eyes, and it made me a tiny bit uncomfortable.
I retreated into the corner, where I finally got to talk to Baz for a bit. She was sitting with her gay boyfriend, who is so gay. He is so gay he almost makes Choire look het. Almost. The end.
I left Dick’s and went home. I woke up at 2:30 today, feeling great, but a little bit like a bum. Saturday was depressing, but today was okay. Tomorrow will be better, and by Friday I’ll be off to New Mexico and feeling great. Seriously, then end now.
comments (10)
Man oh man, you sensitive straight-boy types will be the death of me. (That's an innocent compliment, by the way.)
by Sparky at July 1, 2002 7:04 AM
hmmm... it seems to me that mg's Summer Of Not Being Afraid To Make A Fool Of Myself is all a scam. i mean, why didnt mg walk up to the Goodwill T-Shirt girl and talk to her? ("hey babe, wanna throw some of that goodwill my way?") why didnt mg wedge himself between the other girl and her white-fro'd boyfriend and really turn up the charm? ("yo baby cakes, you must be wondering if my carpet matches my drapes. you should come home with me and find out.")
this summer should be re-named Summer Of Not Being Afraid to Blog Like a Fiend.
by Eviltom at July 1, 2002 10:47 AM
do you mean like white fro, as in hair bleached really white and thus standing on end in disbelief, or do you mean a white guy trying to wear a legitimate fro that, for some reason or another--probably frizz factor-- just ain't cuttin it? Inquiring minds want to know...
by Linz at July 1, 2002 2:06 PM
Like, a white fro. A white guy trying to grow the 'fro, but his hair isn't quite frizzy enough so there is really only a semi-circle of hair that starts flat at the top and billows out around the lower part of his head. It looks more like a clown costume than a fashion statement. And, the dude just kept walking away from her, but never long enough for me to get up the courage to go over and talk to her. Damn. And, speaking of, Tom, at least I left my house Saturday night. I may not be taking major risks, but at least I'm not whining that 9:30 is too late to start your night. Pussy.
And, hey Sparky! I am cute and sensative. Apparently, I have something that makes gay-boys wild. I wish that would rub off on a couple straight girls. Sparky, could you go rub up against some straight girls for me?
by mg at July 1, 2002 9:44 PM
i'll volunteer.
by bazima at July 1, 2002 9:46 PM
I think that would be an abuse of my secret mutant love powers.
by Sparky at July 1, 2002 10:50 PM
I don't know. You're like Spider-Man. With great power, comes great responsibility Sparky. If you've got mutant love powers, it's a disgrace not to use them, and use them more often than a box of kleenex in a rectory.
by mg at July 1, 2002 11:19 PM
Well, with all due respect to my new object of worship Miss Bazima, then I guess it's my responsiblity to find out of you have any equally cute and sensitive but slightly less straight friends who could stand a little web spinning...
by Sparky at July 1, 2002 11:38 PM
Jeez, I just said that publicly didn't I? What a god-damn nerd I am. Someone please tell me that's part of my charm.
by Sparky at July 1, 2002 11:40 PM
Oh it is Sparky. Veeeeery charming indeed. ;-)
by Girlw/KaleidoscopeEyes at July 2, 2002 7:22 AM