August 4, 2006

• Post Mexico Round Up…

  Hey remember me? I used to post here.
  

  Well, let’s get to it shall we? The Monday right after I got back from Mexico, I got a fantastic visitor from the West Coast, Mr Daniel Baum.
  

  We played some pool.
  

  Then went down to the club Avalon to check out The Liars. I hadn’t really heard their stuff before, but they played a good set. Just noisy at times, but they had canny double drumming thing going that made us enjoy they show.
  

  Nick filmed them, and made this very cool dissolve concert video.
  

  And I caught the money shot of the night.
  

  Back at Nick’s place, I met his girl Belangere, who’s visiting him from belle Paris.
  

  We chilled, catching up with Baum.
  

  And screened the concert footage.
  
  Baum ended the night a bit scared.
  

  But a Ronan-Nagle-created floor pick brought him back.
  

  On Baum’s last night, we took him out for a little Indian.
  

  This delicious place Robert had been too.
  

  We met up with his ex, and went to a bar. then i wished him adieau, back to the west coast.
  

  Daniel, a man among men.
  

  The next day, Charlotte invited me to a reading of her new script.
  

  Caught with some peeps I hadn’t seen in many a moon. Like songstress/tech wizard Digitelle.
  

  School creating Rebecca.
  

  Colliegate sports channel producing Dave.
  

  And this other fellow Wes alum, who’s name I forget, but who has already appeared on this blog as the man making  out on New Years.
  

  Charlotte started the reading.
  

  And because some scheduled actors did not make it, I got to read a few extras’ parts.
  

  It was  a great reading.
  

  People really dug the moustache.
  

  I woke up the next morning watching my cousin Brett, an columnist for the Wall Steet Journal, on TV opining about the Israel situation.
  

  On July 1st, Jenna and I hit up the Salsa at Lincoln Center.
  

  Where they had a delicious array of sculpture boats.
  

  The night continued at Rosa Mexicano.
  

  Which has the coolest sculpture I’ve seen since those boats. A whole series of arching divers, mimicking the cliff divers of Acapulco.
  

  The foods good too, by the way, especially the guacamole they prepare fresh in front of you.
  

  Right cutie?
  

  Five days later, I hit the band shell at prospect park for little Broken Social Scene.
  

  With john and annie.
  

  And nick and berangere.
  

  Planes kept flying over.
  

  And it was a damn fine showing by a very cool canuck band.
  

  The subway back was packed.
  

  With fellow concert goers.
  

  But I sported the shirt the best.
  

  The next day my dad showed up.
  

  Look at the generations united.
  

  On the weekend I had to work, but I still fit in some time with Cate alum Shane.
  

  He brought a friend from college, visiting the college, and went of to Israel fully paid for by the government.
  

  At night I met up with the newly arrived fam for some Saigon Grill.
  

  Then walked down the block to Lalo’s, the place with the great desserts.
  

  And awesome lights.
  

  A strange session of hamming it up for the cam followed, including Dad.
  

  Phoebe.
  

  Cailtin.
  

  Phoebe.
  

  Dad.
  

  I think everyone enjoyed it.
  

  Sunday came around, which brought the World Cup final. And one to remember, with the most memorable exit for a retiring star.
  

  Monday, I finally made it to this Ad business poker tourney, which is very well set up.
  

  And ended up winning the 300 first prize! Dope!
  

  But before I went home, I visited the fam to say goodbye.
  

  Monday I walked right by some angels.
  

  And said good bye to my dad, who left one day later than everybody else.
  

  Sometimes you just get this feeling like everything in the world makes sense.
  

  Then someone beats the shit out of you with a whip to shape you into ship.
  

  Thursdays in the summer mean Nice Shoes BBQs in my industry.
  

  These massively packed rooftop affairs.
  

  Blasts from PS’s past made an appearance. Like old runner Joe.
  

  And old Ass. Pro. Lauren.
  

  Friday, t thought that Indian place had been so good, that I took Jenna.
  

  Delicious.
  

  She then bugged out.
  

  Saturday, we made it back to MOMA for the DADA exhibit.
  

  No pictures allowed, but I sneaked some in, like this glorious vagina dentate.
  

  Duchamp’s infamous urinal.
  

  And tools.
  

  I love the new tall gallery.
  

  There were too many paintings I loved that I couldn’t shoot, so I just cheated and shot the book.
  

  Just awesome.
  

  Awesome.
  

  Awesome.
  

  Awesome.
  

  We finished the visit with a sit in the sculpture garden.
  

  Right next to the fountain.
  

  A great place to do the crossword on a Sunday afternoon.
  

  But the fun continued. Jenna.
  

  Hailed a train down.
  

  On our way to the sumptuous Labratorio del Gelato.
  

  Only the tastiest ice cream in New York.
  

  Wednesday, byran from work said good bye to go cut at some other place.
  

  So we had a raucous dinner for him.
  

  Even fellow PS retiree Patrick made it out.
  

  As did the arm wrestling.
  

  Jenna took everybody on.
  

  While bryan’s girlfriend looked on incredulous.
  

  Phew! Quite a party, and quite a catch up. And this wasn’t even half of what has happened.
  

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