May 15, 2005

  • La Lick…

    Friday, I survived one of the most stressful days of work. Shit always gets hot on delivery date, and this was a nightmare job already, and…

    Shit, I don’t even want to get into it. We got it done, and done right, and that’s what matters.

    So I went out wandering, and found more Wesleyan randoms.

    The guy on the right was my acting I TA, and I didn’t even catch their names, I just snapped and ran. How rude. But its not like they really wanted to small chat either, I don’t think.

    So I wandered New York in a daze, not really knowing what to do with myself in this sudden surge of free time unseen in two weeks.

    So I ate at Whole Foods,

    The shitty prepackaged sushi. And yet I still hungered, so in a folly move, ate at 99 Miles To Philly, the new cheese steak place that started a whole hullabaloo, had to check out the hype. And yes, they lived up to Philly standards.

    More wandering got me to CBGBs, where French pop band La Laque played a hell of a show.

    Michael Leviton, coiner of the wonderful ‘exfriend,’ rocked the guitars (sad to say, i'm not even an exfriend, im an exaquiantance).

    And asked me what I meant when I told him the lead vocalist had great presence, which caught me off guard, coming from someone so verbally versed.

    Presence, Mikey, as in she fucking owned that stage, you couldn’t really take your eyes off her, flirting with the audience, enchanting the place with a beautiful mix of languid and frantic dance moves.

    And finally to cap the night off, I met up with the girlie, so yes, we have another short episode of Mystery Date.

    Not a bad night.