I don’t have time to type anything, because I’ve been too busy HELPING TO END THE CAREERS of half of my company. Yay, economic downturn!
But in the process, I won a visit from Aaron!, who came allllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll the way from Australia just to see me. And to study abroad at Virginia Tech. Which he had no idea had had a big shooting incident until he started Google image searching his new home and saw that every single result had to do with people getting killed.
Many a picture will no doubt result from our impending weekend, all of them involving us with awkward fake smiles.
Leaving the subway station the other night, a girl in a posh red swing jacket, black trousers, and black heels cut in front of me. As I followed her up the stairs to the street, her pants swished around her ankles and revealed bright white cotton socks.
Not even realizing it was going to come out, I said under my breath with delight, “White socks!” The girl totally turned around and looked at me, and I was like, ” . . . ,” but there was no one else around to blame.
I really feel myself becoming a strange old woman.
I was running out to meet Dr. Boyfriend for dinner last night and passed a guy with the cuuuuutest dog ever standing in the park outside of Kamran’s apartment building. He was this muscular blonde gay guy who obviously just bought the dog to pick up other muscular blonde gay guys, but I can respect that. I really wanted to pet the thing, but Kamran’s sadly allergic, so I passed by without a touch, knowing that I’d later Google the thing and ogle pictures of its breed.
The night before Halloween, the good doctor and I went to see the second-to-last night of the Banksy exhibit, The Village Petstore and Charcoal Grill. We weren’t exactly sure where we were going and wound up in a as-seedy-as-the-West-Village-gets part of the West Village full of gay bars and fetish shops and thought we were soooooo cool for going to such an underground, out-of-the-way showing. And then we realized it was actually on 7th Ave., right beside a SushiSamba and a Jekyll and Hyde. Lame!
There was a bit of a line, and some British-accented douchebags walked by and yelled, “You’re waiting in line for this?! It’s not worth it!” But a minute later, we saw him perched outside one of the windows, taking photos with everyone else. We were hoping one of them was secretly Banksy.
The sign outside welcomed us in for some mechanically-retrieved meats,
and the walls inside beckoned us to buy treats for our pets:
From the outside, a sleeping cheetah, complete with a swinging tail and belly that inflated and deflated to show breathing:
From the inside, a cheetah-print coat. AMAZING!:
A chimpanzee watching a pair of other chimpanzees on television, pausing during the humping parts:
An ancient-looking Tweety Bird, his feather lying at his feet:
A spider in a gumball machine, inexplicably:
My absolute favourite, a pair of swimming fish sticks:
This is the thing that–when I saw a video of it online–made me say, “I HAVE to see this!” And it was even better in person:
Many types of snakes, made of many different kinds of sausages, including baby snakelets:
Chickens made of nuggets, pecking at their sauce:
And a rather disgusting/awesome nugget just hatched out of its egg:
A pretty bunny:
A video camera bird with its birdlings in a nest:
Love the flashing “liquor” and “wines” sign in the background.
The obligatory penis in the guestbook:
And finally, a netted dolphin that we swear is actually always outside of Jekyll and Hyde and accidentally became a part of the exhibit:
I managed to talk Dr. Boyfriend into riding it while I videotaped, but I forgot to ever hit record. To compensate, he allowed me to take this picture, which is, I’m sure, the only time he’ll be near a farm. Even a faux one:
Funny how mechanical food can somehow seem cute, huh? I didn’t take away any bigimportant message about the ethical treatment of animals or anything, but I did take away feelings of amazement and awesomeness and a whole lotta gladness that I live in the city I do.
Funny how after the conquering, squashing, crushing, licking, vanquishing defeat of McCain by Obama,
I somehow assumed that the world would automatically be different. That war would cease, abortions would spread like wildfire, and the housing crisis would take a chill pill. But no, there was still fighting on the subway this morning the same as always, convicted felon Ted Stevens still somehow managed to win a Senate spot in Alaska, and as Kamran said:
But hey, at least there’s still rotating meat at street fairs:
I'm Katie, a farmgirl originally from Ohio who moved to NYC in 2005 for no apparent reason. I like vintage-looking things that are actually new, filagree everything, people who don't make me feel awkward, meaning it when I say "no sleep till Brooklyn", and not trying too hard.
