the end, my tutor found out you want to read a draft of my report on construction next Thursday, so I have to almost work on these two days. But come the weekend, briefly, that, precisely, I've got to do.
After a long Friday of passion, I resumed for the evening and after a few beers you go to Luke & Leroy, where the need is Gazza drunk singing Parklife, but otherwise we are at the Friday evening of Plastic. Largely compensates for the missing mod but two Asian lesbian porn film exchange effusions in the middle of the track. Gin & Tonic gin & tonic, gin & tonic and the evening passed cheerfully and I, Linda Jurie and the Korean imbonitrice there until her leg and a half or four of them down there.
And like every night that you respect, comes the famazza total that deflects into Pizza Joe's on 7th Avenue, where I ask for a slice of Margherita indicating a Cheese Pizza, and the type tells me that the Italians in reality called Margherita pizza completely without a trace of cheese and tomato that is more in the two slices. You never stop learning.
Every person that goes underground feels compelled to ask whether the train will take them where they want to really `go. It is a new evolution of my problem with directions. My Saturday to maximum sub-zero starts in the late afternoon, with a café at the Cake Shop, continues with a negligible local Margaritas in Mexico and takes shape with a delicious dinner of salmon, whose skin is still attached to the pan in the kitchen. When an atomic bomb `sweep away New York, will is still there to witness my failure. Having recovered a bit 'of people, bring all of the Rock And Rare, Meatpacking District, the after-party gig with Black Rebel Motorcycle Club, and I find the Morning After Girls playing with Peter Hayes of BRMC, which is much they all do the same stuff, that is, the Jesus & Mary Chain, all completely drunk, in particular Nick Jago, BRMC drummer, who wanders around the stage banging the tambourine on the other ... Long as none of the tambourine Journal of May he will not throw down from the stage. Where I think it is today. Tambourine is also here this:
Devastating. The walls of guitar and trap I find myself, hopelessly, to look at the shoes. Fig.
begins Sunday in the best way, stopping to give Bleecker Records where, for President's Day, the stock fund of the 45 laps. And what you going fishing?
The town starts to answer, maybe all these signs just wanted to test myself. I absolutely need a café around the corner and stopped me with a kind of coupon for Free coffee. For the evening of Sunday the idea was to go and see that which remains of the New York Dolls, but then seemed to me is one thing too pathetic. Let us realize how they are made. This is one of the New York Dolls:
This is Luca Sardella:
And do not try to tell me I'm two different people. Then we spend the evening with locals in the Lower East, Dark Room, beautiful, Verlaine, nice name, but a little local 'crap, and finally to Pianos for a nightcap.
And yesterday, Monday, was a holiday! We went to the record release party of the Arctic Monkeys, expecting huge crowds since the hype that surrounds them ... To end, ten appearances, all English and Italian (us), but disc $ 10 with free poster, mega-posters, posters of Test Icicles, Clearlake and Orange Juice (Connie house it will never be more as before), cd single sampler of the Domino ... I have already said about the free beer?
... and wake up this morning, pulled into the café and reports. Report. Report. Work. Work. Work. Pub. Club Sleep.
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