sexy ladies

friday night, amy arrived. she and vicki and i went to dinner and got drinks afterwards.
we went to a bar in my hood that was a bit on the yuppie side, but the jukebox and drinks were good.
vicki noticed straight away that one of the dudes in the bar was from this documentary called born rich. she said this guy was a vanderbilt or something and was the heir to the whitney museum among other notable NY landmarks (ah, that's him...josiah hornblower: here). for some reason she wanted to talk to him really bad, i think just to see how messed up he was. he and his croonies looked like complete dorks. i mean all 4 of them were wearing belted pleated pants (a la dockers), button down shirts tucked into the belted pants complete with sockless loafers! all of them! at one point we were standing outside right next to the dorky foursome and vic wouldn't speak up. i didn't give a shit about them, so i interjected:
"HEY, two of you are wearing the exact same loafers. is that on purpose?" that was our "in." they were totally humorless, didn't get my joke at all. do the rich train their offspring to have no sense of humor? jesus. lighten up boys. we attempted to chat and joke with them for a few minutes and decided to go back inside once we realized how far those sticks were up their asses.

the rest of the night consisted of the three of us taking ridiculous digi pics of ourselves. we kept taking bad ones and it became a game...who could take the ugliest pics. so funny!! here is a a little quicktime slide show i made of the best of the pics: sexy ladies. be sure to keep the speakers on, since the song is the best part. enjoy!

validation

my hard work has paid off. so far.
mr producer just emailed this: "the site is STUPENDOUS! I am so excited!" sweet!
i didn't think it was THAT good, but i'm happy he's happy.

i actually have a whole day now to slack off. nice.

amy gets here tonight. we're going to dinner with vicki which will be great. then to drinks somewhere. could get crazy. excited for girl time.
my favorite.

i think i'll watch a couple more episodes of the office, which i just got from netflix. i LOVE netflix. such a great investment. and the 3 episodes i've seen of the office have been great. such a sucker for british humor. the main character is soooo good though! his "comedy" and laughing at his own lame jokes kills me!

that is all for now.

trippy trip

so i suppose i haven't clued you all into what this "cool project" of mine is exactly. i've signed my life away to a confidentiality agreement, so i can't say much. BUT, i can say that the oh-so-secret project is a documentary about m. night shyamalan. i have a small role in designing a portion of it and honestly can't say much more than that at the moment.

yesterday was the big business trip. i got another paid train ride down to Philly to meet with mr. producer of "the documentary" and the big wigs on night's new film called the village. mr. producer is being ultra cool about the whole thing, bringing me in as this "top designer" so i feel all legit with the fancy people and shit (i'm usually totally intimidated in those situations). so it's great! anyway, i got picked up from the station and got wisked away to the oh-so-secret closed set of the village. it was literally in the middle of nowhere in pennsylvania. couldn't even tell you where we were...just some creepy-looking ultra rural woodsy area with a smattering of trees, a couple horses and a big stone house. the security was intense! when driving up to the main entrance, there were about 5 guards asking who we were, then a checklist, then a call on the walkie to the production trailer and finally the OK. insane! made our way to trailer village, which consisted of literally about 50 trailers: the production office, the make-up and wardrobe trailers, the camera, lighting, gaffing, and transpo trucks, wardrobe, huge bathroom trailers, not to mention the stars' fancy motorhomes (i mean just check the cast line-up here--DANG!).

i was taken in to meet night's righthand man and the PR people for the "documentary." we had a great hour long meeting, with ideas flying around. so nice to be amongst people with good, smart ideas! didn't feel hollywoodish at all. i hate to say it, but i think the difference between LA and NY is that people in the production world actually have intellect, not just hot air in their brains. that's been my experience so far. it was refreshing to be in a group of people sharing clever thoughts. i also realized that i LOVE the research process of a project...and these PR people had really done their research and i was on the same page with them. something to think about (always great to discover what you actually like and are good at!).

so the most bizarre part about this whole job is the small world aspect that came up. i knew my old roommate, josh was working on a film in pennsylvania, but i had no idea what it was. i mean, how many big budget films can be shooting in penn. anyway? turns out, he is on the village. how random is that? so night's righthand man loved this and asked if i wanted to see josh. of course i did. so he called him down from set to come into the office. he opens the door and there i am! it was great! we caught up for a bit and he had to run back to set. while i was chatting to josh, i missed my opportunity to meet night himself. oh well. hopefully i'll be back to the set before they wrap. i know, i know, i keep saying i wanted to get away from hollywood bullshit, but this was a really positive experience (besides all the "hush-hush"-ness of it). i guess it's just about knowing the right people and feeling legit about the job you are doing. ah, aging...gotta love it.

back to life, back to reality

monday night. reality tv at it's best. i thought my move to NY would "change" me...
i thought that moving here would allow me to expand my creative horizons and get away from the hollywood bullshit i was so tired of.
i thought i'd be less interested in celebrity's lives and about which new film was coming out.
i thought i'd be going to art shows and hob-nobbing with ultra hip arty types, talking about the latest gallery openings.
no, not really, but i sure didn't think i'd go back to my reality tv obsession.

here lies the problem. when i first moved in, i didn't turn on the tv at all. i was too pre-occupied with city happenings and meeting new people and getting all my shit together. now that i've settled into my place, it's come full circle. jessica (the roomie) works all day and lately has been coming home after work. the the tellie gets turned on and it's all downhill from there. actually, it hasn't been that bad, but we've both been sick and don't want to go out, and tv is the next best thing. besides, we were all excited to see the britney spears special on abc. i don't know what it is about that girl. she's just got star quality. i want to hate her so bad. i actually kind of do loathe her (and don't really like her music at all), but i CAN'T STOP WATCHING. she had all these big dance production numbers with amazing dancers backing her up. i wanted to check out the other dancers moves, but i couldn't take my eyes of britney. what is it about her? sure, she's got a great bod and those little sexy outfits, but i don't find her all that pretty. she just has a way of performing her ass off and it's appealing to watch the girl work it.
after that, we got sucked into watching the second half of "joe millionaire." very stupid, but very satisfying to watch. those euro girls are bitchy. i hate cat and hope that poor guy does not pick that twat. oh oh, and then...we switched over to watch "average joe." two reality shows with the name "joe" in them. barf! the way those shows are done just keeps you coming back. i just can't help myself. what will the next twist be? who will the girl pick? what will he/she do in THAT situation? i wish i didn't love them, but i just do. i guess you can take the girl out of LA, but you can't take LA out of the girl.

friendster saturday night

friendster is a strange thing sometimes. let's add up the different cool things that have happened to me as a result of friendster...1. i got my apartment in NY, 2. i got some hot summer lovin', 3. i found my web programmer that is helping me on my latest project, 4. i made a record nerd friend here that gave me some vinyl, a list of records stores all over the city and free tickets to the bugz in the attic show tomorrow, 5. got reacquainted with some old friends, and 6. made some new friends (duh). the last one was what happened on saturday night. i finally got to meet lisa who had written me on friendster because she had just moved to NY from LA. we started an email friendship...she had moved here in the summer so she was sharing all of her stories about the move, etc. then when i moved here, we were supposed to meet and it just didn't happen at first, but we finally met on saturday night. her friend mark from LA was in town that night, on tour with his band. she really wanted me to meet him when i was still in LA. so it was a good excuse to meet up...i could kill two birds with one stone.
met up with them at lucy's, a sort of divey bar in the east village. it's always kinda weird to meet people from the internet, not knowing what their personality will be like in real life and if you'll get along. but this was cool...lisa was a nice as nice could be. we chatted away. and her friend mark was a looker. i fucked up on that one, not meeting him earlier in LA. cool dude too...we bonded on a mutual love for oingo boingo. the whole group was super fun and it was nice to be out with a whole new crew. the funniest part of the evening was when one of them (we still don't know who exactly) stunk up the entire bar with a vicious indian food fart. hilarity ensued when the placing blame game began. still don't know who, but guessing was fun. love a group who can laugh at their own stench. my kind of people.

the cough from hell

so last night was vicki's b-day gathering. i was still feeling pretty shitty, but knew i a) wanted to celebrate her birthday and b) had to get out of the house...it was friday night for crying out loud. i met up with greg poth after work and we walked to the LES to have dinner at this place that he claimed was the best mexican food in NY. i hadn't had mexican since i got here, so i thought i'd see if his claims were true. got the enchiladas, which i was sure would be a true test...enchiladas can either be fantastic or really bad and if they were good, he'd be right and i'd be happy to have found a good place for south of the border eats on the east coast. the food was actually pretty good, i must admit. all white meat in the chicken which made me happy. the tomatillo sauce was pretty good too. the beans and rice, not so much. and the salsa needed some help. but all in all, it was tasty. and pretty cheap. $3.50 piña coladas to boot!

next was the b-day party which happened to be at the bar next to the restaurant. the bar was kind of weird. just a bar, nothing to it really. vic was there with a crew of people i didn't really know, but were all very friendly. started drinking beer, as i wasn't prepared to get hammered in my still-sick state. so i'm talking to people and then the cough comes on strong. i apologize for coughing so much, it's kind of embarrassing. more people show up, more beers, more fun is had. i end up talking to this guy who's all up in my business for coming out with this horrible cough. then he tells me it's the "little italy" cough. you've got it now and it's gonna last all winter! fuck that guy. that actually freaked me out, because i've heard of such things. this is just the start of the cold season and if i've got it this bad already, i'm so freakin screwed. the night wore on and i was about ready to get that cough to bed. my roomie was there and i figured we'd walk home together, but she insisted on staying for another drink. fine. one more. the cough was getting out of control. i think other people in the bar must have been looking at me like i was some freak for being out with that thing. i kept getting "aw!"s from others around me. "i'm usually much more fun at parties" i would laugh off to new people. it was really TIME TO GO! jessica kept lingering and finally, i put my foot down. we said our goodbyes, got the next cab and headed back, coughing uncontrollably all the way. it just got worse at home. i downed my robotusin and headed straight for bed. and guess what? it's still HERE this morning. my throat and lungs hurt! if that guy is right about all winter cough i don't know what i'm going to do...

friends in high places

no, not low places, high places.
not having a fax machine, or a land line has proven to be a bit of a pain in the ass the last couple weeks. with this web project i'm currently working on, i've had to get contracts and deal memos and 1-9's and W-4's and all kinds of paperwork. friggin film productions man. so annoying. so everytime the apc (assistand production coordinator) calls me, he wants my fax number. at first i tried to act professional about it, saying how i'd just moved into this "office" and hadn't set up my fax yet. likely story. then i graduated to, "well, here is the number you can fax me" which was the staples a few blocks over. turns out staples charges an ungodly ammount to fax a stinkin piece of paper...$3 for 1 sheet and $1 for any more sheets of paper. ridiculous! i had to think of something better than this. my friend greg pothier happens to work at miss sixty about 5 blocks up the street from me and when i went to visit him last, i asked if they had a fax machine. sure enough! so that is my new fax. when the apc called today he asked what number he should fax to. forget lying. i told him flat out "i'm accepting faxes from my friend's workplace. please send my faxes attention: greg. thank you." and just like that, i got my free faxes today. no muss, no fuss.

as for the project, it's going quite well. i've got the basic template done and almost all of the "about" section complete. the rest of the stuff needs to be done by mr. programmer. i'm supposed to MAYBE go down to philly next week to meet with the sci-fi channel higher up's, and possibly mr. night himself. we'll see if that happens or not. but that would be cool! work my charms on the fancy people. but wait...didn't i move to NY to get away from hollywood shit? twisted world man. but at the same time, i'm not complaining.

sick again

goddammit! yes, i got sick again. it's not a horrible illness, just that sore throat, stuffy, headachey thing that's just annoying. and i wake up feeling like ass. feeling ok now, but i have a cough. UGH! is it just that i'm not used to the seasons changing? probably. i forgot about the cold. thought it wouldn't be that big of deal, but now i know...i'm a total wuss.

i love the laundry situation here. just drop off my huge bag around the corner. a couple hours later and for $12 i get everything back, clean, smelling fresh and folded better than i could do it! so great!!

as you can tell, i haven't been out much due to my sickness. been working and chilling at home. ariel and i did a little mp3 swap yesterday and i got peaches' "teaches of peaches" which i'm thoroughly enjoying. who knew?
in our exchange, we also became aware of itunes little scam. pulled the wool right over us. we had both imported cd's into itunes, which now converts the music into their own m4a files...which we found out later, will not play in other itunes programs! such a bummer. keeping us little evil music swappers under the radar i suppose. no more trading! thanks mac. damn you.

the hood

today was MELLOW! i was feeling a bit under the weather. woke up with a sore throat (again). my body is obviously not used to this cold weather. and let me tell you...it's been COLD. got down to the 30s this weekend. i'm so screwed for the winter!

jessica and i decided to do some shopping for the week in the neighborhood...cooking at home all week saves so much money! i hadn't really explored the chinese produce markets on mott street, so i was up for it. it was really sunny and beautiful out but BRRRRR...
the people were out in droves. it was sunday shopping madness. i felt like frogger, dodging cars and people on the sidewalks and in the streets. jessica is fast and on a mission when she walks and a couple times i had to run to catch up (what a weiner!).

the first place we went to was this asian produce place. such nice produce. it reminded me of grand central market in LA...it was so damn cheap! we got 4 bags of awesome fruits and veggies for $12! amazing. next was the fish market. 2 pounds of fresh shrimp...$8! then 2 giant FRESH salmon fillets and a pound of scallops...$16! amazing! those fish markets were a bit much though. i mean the fish were still wobbling around in their buckets, gasping for air. it was actually pretty horrible (especially since jess and i had just watched "finding nemo!"). the worst was there was a huge bucket of live frogs that some women was grabbing at for her frog stew. YUCK. i literally felt like i was in some asian country, with all the weird produce and meats and pushing and shoving and the employees yelling at you in chinese. it was a trip. many bags in hand, we rounded the corner and were back in little italy, where all the restaurant guys shout "bella!" as you walk by. i gotta say, new york is a fascinating place.

new arrangement

the other night, as my rommie and i were watching bad reality tv, i slying asked her, "so, have you ever re-arranged this living room?" "not really," she replied. "well, how about we do some re-arranging...and, er, i move my computer in here!" heh, heh. i didn't think she'd go for it cuz who wants their roommates' office in their living room, but she went for it. she's the cooooolest! i was so stoked. i'm telling you...the office in my bedroom was a bit of a joke. i mean you literally had to climb over the desk chair to get to the bed and "closet." so today we did our re-arranging. and now i'm sitting in my new spot and it's FANTASTIC! my bedroom looks HUGE now and i don't quite know what to do with all the empty space. i could really use a bookshelf, so i think i'll go back to good ol' k-mart and get myself a shitty cheap bookcase. i can deal with ugly shit for the time being. i really wonder when the day will come that i can afford nice furniture. seems like a long way away.

in other news, my venture out last night turned out to be really good, after some rough stuff in the beginning. i wanted to go out to see/hear tyler play records, since he'd invited me and all. i had made plans to meet up with my "music" friend i met a couple weeks ago, lucy--a british girl who just moved here as well, who is into the whole broken beat scene and is a dj herself. when i called her, she sounded really sick and said she couldn't make it. oh well... i actually don't mind going out by myself in NY and see it as an adventure (who knows who you will meet, if anyone). i walked to the club and found myself a seat at the bar. i happened to sit next to the guy who was by himself as well and we struck up a conversation. turned out he was from LA and was just visiting family. a nice older man, but not someone i would be stoked to be talking to (he was older and not cute by any means, but a nice enough guy). then, he offered to buy me a drink. i'm not quite sure what the etiquette is in these situations, since i obviously was not into him, but i am poor and was stoked to have a free drink. i didn't want to be an asshole, but i also didn't want the obligation of having to talk to him the rest of the night (sometimes i feel like accepting a drink from a man is a bit like whoring yourself...he pays for your company). fuck it...i accepted anyway. more chatting...then he dropped the bomb and said he had 8 kids from 3 different women. that was my golden ticket...i acted shocked and then kind of poo-poo'ed any advances he was giving me. it was ok and he knew it. then he offered to smoke a joint with me. again, i should have said no, but i went for it. we smoked some outside and when we came back in, the music was getting good. tyler was up and playing some new shit i hadn't heard before which made me happy. the dancefloor was going on and i just excused myself from old man and joined in on the dancefloor. old man was at the bar and then made his way to the dancefloor and just stood against the wall, staring at me. i tried my hardest to pretend not to notice his creepy-ness. i was dancing with some fun guy who asked "are you with that guy, cuz i don't want to piss him off." "NO!" i exclaimed. "i'm on my own." shit! THEN, old guy got the guts up to join in on the dancefloor. aw...i felt kinda bad for the guy. he really was trying, but i just wasn't going for it. i did my best "i'm not with you" moves to give him the hint without being mean. after a bit, he told me what an amazing dancer i was and that i inspired him to come dance. that was sweet. then he said it was nice to meet me and took off. easy as that.

the night got better from that point. chatted for a while with tyler, who is a super cool guy (he actually admitted to being sick of broken beat--which i agreed with! see, great minds think alike). he introduced me to his pals. one girl i really like, tchiako (she hosts rude movements) . then talked to carl, who writes for flavorpill who said he'd be happy to tell me about good goings-on. next i chatted with a dj/record label guy, chad who was also very cool. guess he plays reggae/dub stuff around town. invited me to go out with him after the club and gave me the digits. the people there were all so nice and chill. i think i found the niche that i like. all in all it turned out to be a great night out alone. free drinks, free joint, not too much hassle from old guy, and met some new great people.

crap...how long have I been an independent?

i feel young and stupid right now. like i just graduated college and can't figure out how to pay my own bills. and it's pissing me off!
first of all, i finally decided to check my t-mobile cell phone minutes...a luxury i did not have when i was with AT&T (so i am i not used to checking them).
when i called the number, the nice automated lady said i owed $267!!!!!!!!! what the...
i couldn't believe it. knowing that this phone would be my only mode of vocal communication, i thought i was making the right move with getting the 1000 weekday minutes. here's where i feel stupid. when they say "weekday" minutes, i assumed that weekday meant you get a 1000 minutes per week, not per month! SHIT! so i went and checked my account online, thinking there was NO WAY i could have gone over that many minutes. sure enough. mutha fucka. more money down the drain. piece of shit! now i have to learn to manage my friggin minutes too. gggrrrr

next on the stupid scale...i got an email from my roomie today, saying that my rent check had bounced! how the hell could that have happened? i'm REALLY good at not bouncing checks and was being especially careful not to do anything dumb like that with a new roommate situation. who wants to be the new irresponsible roommate? not me! i actually pride myself on TCB (taking care of bizniz). so when i heard this, i flipped. so there i was AGAIN, checking my account balance online. when i moved here, i had to switch from bank of america since they don't have branches in NY (how stupid that the bank of AMERICA, is not in NY!). anyway, i went with citibank after washington mutual gave me the runaround. a very nice chinese man helped me set up my account, but i must admit, i couldn't really understand everything he said and i suppose a lot of it went over my head. i unknowingly signed up for this overdraft protection account (kind of like a loan situation, where if you don't have enough money in your checking account, you have $1400 to play with that you can pay back later). apparently you get checks for this "loan" account...which happen to look exactly like the regular checking account checks. these loan checks came to me in the mail first, and i've been writing those checks this whole time! so it made sense that my rent check bounced from this "loan" account. so LAME!!! the nice lady on the phone cleared it all up for me and said this happens a lot. well, they should explain a little better and make it much more clear on the "fake" checks! makes me mad!
moving across the country and switching all the stuff over that you've been so used to using can get quite confusing. guess i should start reading the fine print in my old age!

currently listening to: nik and nigel on milk audio which has some great shows!

pics

just added a link a few photos on the side bar.
now you can see my room, my roomie, the view from my bedroom window and my street at night.
oh, and my new hair do.
that's all for now.

africans and jews in nyc

tonight i tried a new african dance class at this place called djoniba. amy had told me about it and some people from omowale and francis' class in LA mentioned this place as well. so i gave it a shot. it was no talking drum ensemble class, but it was good. i already feel the soreness coming on. i haven't taken a dance class since i left LA and i was feeling like i needed a little kick in the butt. my energy level has been really LOW. tired a lot...don't know if it's due the the time change, my weird work hours last week, all the drinking/partying last week or all of the above, but i've been SLEEPY. the class was lead by this guy from ghana i believe. the moves were cool...just was not used to them, so i felt a bit awkward. i actually picked up most of the routine, but the across the floor stuff at the end had me baffled. i must have looked like a fool...kinda how i felt in my first class with omowale. just takes practice. i did really like the vibe of the place though...very earthy mellow types. and the drumming was fantastic! i'll go back for sure.

in other news...i got one of those epson printer/scanner combo thingies today. it was cheap and hopefully will do what i need, which isn't much. just need the basics for now. went to this place called B & H photo which is this intense electronics store. it's huge and has everything and it's always packed with dorky gadget dudes asking too many questions about plug-ins and peripherals and dumb stuff. funny thing is that it's run by a bunch of hasidic jews wearing yarmulkes and beards and curls (my sales helper was named schlomo--i shit you not). it's a trip. then when you ask for what you want, these conveyor belts bring you your item, then you go pay and then your item is waiting for you at the front desk. some crazy jewish system. but it works! second time i've been there and it's quite impressive.

currently listening to the new Adventure Time cd that mark sent me in the mail. it's GOOD. i'm so happy for all my talented friends. they are so gifted.

project progress

some of you were wondering how the progress was going on the "cool job."
well, i turned in the presentation on monday and was just waiting to hear back from the superiors.
i worked really hard on the presentation (a lot of stuff in a very short amount of time)...i wished i had had longer to make it better.
and i honestly didn't think it was that good. good ideas, but not the best executions (typical self doubt).
but i got the email that made me happy today...the big wigs like the ideas and particularly like my favorite of the concepts (which will also be the easiest to create!).
now the studio people have to get their hands on it. UGH! i just want to start it...especially since the due date is fast approaching. i foresee no life in the next couple of weeks. that's ok. i did it up pretty good this past week.
might go out tonight...charlie dark in town. new friend tyler playing at some club tomorrow night. i need my music fix. then i'll get my work on.
ps--screw capitalization...i'm getting lazy already. :)

iParty Do You?

Last nights events were pretty great all around. First went to check out my friend Vicki's band, Moto Star at the rock club Don Hill's. They were excellent. Vic rocked it...she's really come out of her shell man. I remember back in college she would say that she wrote a song and I'd ask if I'd get to hear it and she'd always say she was too shy to perform. Times have changed. So cool to see your friends do their thing and be really good at. I'm proud!

After the show, I met up with Sara and Tilley and a couple of her friends who picked me up and drove us to APT to go the iParty which is my new favorite tuesday night spot. It's this groovy bar in the meat packing district that's designed like an apartment (tré hip). Anyway, on Tuesdays, these two guys, Andrew Andrew host the iParty and it's just hilarious and fun (and sorta satisfies the urge to play music for people--especially when you don't have your records with you in NY!). You'll have to click the link to find out how it works. I had gone there a couple weeks before with Greg and some friends and I played my 7 minutes on the ipod. Andrew Andrew gave me a frequent player card where they punched a hole through a picture of an ipod...5 punches and you get a free drink. I loved the gimmick, so I brought my card for this time...hoping to get closer to that free drink. After I played my set, I asked one of the Andrews if he'd punch my card. Turns out no one had ever brought their card back. I was the first one. So they loved me for it. And with that, they gave me a free drink card. Sweet!! I love Andrew Andrew (and kinda have a crush on one of them)...my favorite...gadget-loving nerdy music dorks in lab coats. HA!!

Girlhood

Last night, Sara and I opted to have a chill evening after the weekend's craziness. I was going through the moviefone listing and happened upon a film called Girlhood, which I'd never heard of. Read the reviews and it sounded like an interesting story. It was going to be either this documentary or "Scary Movie 3." Thank god we decided on Girlhood. It was a fantastic film! Sara and I were both blown away with the footage that the director caught on tape. She got really intimate stories out of both of the girls featured, as well as some shocking interviews from the families. Very interesting how a young person trapped in the system will come out of it...and how their family histories play such a huge role in their respective outcomes. I don't want to say too much...it's just a great film and definitely worth seeking out.

a crazy fun/work-filled weekend

I think I know how New Yorkers do it now...they've just got to be tired all the time!
This past weekend was my official "act like a New Yorker"--work really hard while playing really hard.
And today, I'm exhausted.
Sara arrived at my place around 6am on Friday, after I had stayed up until 4am, trying to get most of my work done before her arrival. Friday day consisted of me completing my Halloween outfit. In the process I discovered the coolest store ever in my hood--an all plastics store. I mean they had everything. I found my plastic ball and my plastic chain, got some silver spray paint and I was good to go. The death ball prop turned out remarkably well after a lot of hassle. But I was happy with it. And surprisingly, my whole costume came out rather fantastically. I was shocked...for a last minute costume, I looked pretty great. It was all about the fake blood. I never do scary halloween costumes, but I was into it!
I convinced Sara to come check out the Halloween parade in the village and I'm so glad we did. So many rad costumes. I was well impressed. I think my favorite costume at the parade was a man dressed up like a whole oven/stove, with his head popping out of a pot on the stove. So good!! We actually walked in the parade because it was easier to get to where we were going and that was the best seat in the house. We saw so many good outfits. LOVED IT!
Then it was off to brooklyn where we met up with Sara's friends who were dressed up like a pack of cheerleaders. They were a fun group and knew about some good parties around town. I think we went to a good 5 parties that night. All were pretty great too. The best was where the band !!! played. Got wasted and had a blast.
Saw a few of my KILL BILL enemies where we had some fake fight showdowns. Saw a couple other GO GO's too, but mine was by far the best! I was getting mad props all night. So satisfying. Sara's elf costume rocked too. She ran into some guy at a bar that just happened to be a producer for the movie elf and was freaking out on her costume, saying he was going to call will farrell the next day. That made her night!
Ended the night at a pizza joint for a late night drunken stuper slice and headed home. Worked all the next day in a haze. More work on Sunday, then went out last night...again in Brooklyn. Went to fantastic live dub night. So fun. That place made me wish I lived in Brooklyn man. Will definitely go back.
Sent in my presentation today, and now just playing the waiting game again. Fingers crossed that they like it!! I foresee lots more work in my future. But this is a good thing.