nyc: weirder than me

for those of us who, like maself, think of ourselves as a little koko-krazzy, its good to reminded that we aint all that. an impromptu trip to nyc showed me how much more absurd my life could be if i had the locale and desire. im not sure if thats a good or bad thing, but food for thought.

wknd indulgence itinerary #1:

16:00 while frantically shopping for sumthin to overnight in time for sissys bday, i ran into a big ole immigration reform rally near city hall. i like seeing almost equally prominent asian and latino contingents, as well as the whiteys wearing shirts that say 'legalize the irish.org'

19:00 ive been granted amateur photographer status by my girl k-y for her org's photo opening at the union square starbucks. the photos are taken by kids from seatown, nyc and rio de janeiro. he's famous! cute, eh?

22:30 at the behest of a former partner org, me and chuckles attend a saturn car co party at the hard rock cafe in times square. an mtv news lady tells me lindsay lohan rumors. the red carpet is embarassing. inside, 50-sumthin frumpy fat old white guys with matching wives mix wit scores of glamorous nyc 20-sumthins. clearly the former are saturn folks, and the latter are paid to do this.

23:30 we escape weirdland and head downtown to wholesale bizarno... an auction/party dedicated to selling a doll replica of the 'number 1 transsexual in the world', amanda lepore. there are too many people in line to pee. i go outside. unfortunately, i do so in front of cops. thanks to baby jesus, no ticket.

03:00 after two more rounds of club hoppin, champion and me are too scared to go to an nyc bathhouse, so we shut eye.