E 'was a very restful weekend. This is the premise.
All My Friends Were Vampires ... I Did not Know They Were vampires. (because this is the title taken from a song is cool underground)
Friday evening after work I went to the Clementine Gallery in Chelsea, where he inaugurated the first exhibition of Daniel Johnston. The Juerie is a fan (a bit 'as Lorenzo), so we were directed there. The artist is obviously not presented in the throes of hospitalizations for mental illness or disability various ... type when turning dress Casper the ghost (... with a lot of form), convinced that he was sent to Earth to defeat the devil. How can you not love him? (pictured Juerie and beer in contemplation of the work of Daniel Johnston) He said he was not there, but opening exhibition equals free beer ... 4 beers and fresh on an empty stomach in after work, they mean just start the evening with the air. Then it goes from me to sketch a meal before going to Linda, where we expect all the others, equipped with Australian wine, but the bad ones. The imperative is: mix. Go down to Pianos to make us a whiskey (or rather, to make me a whiskey), and then deviate from Luke & Leroy in already talked. We dance. They come three in the morning, then four. The point is that I wake up at six o'clock to go to Boston.
When we leave, we discover that someone has fucked up the bag of Juerie with the iPod (the one for two days I forgot to bring it back ...) and keys inside ... and also with my key into the mp3 of Super-Ok!, that some son of bitch is listening to right now. The evening takes a turn sad ... At that point, it is official: I can not sleep.
Saturday, but I'm not sure. When they sneeze Massacchussetts. (Ah, ah. Well )
get home, I fill the bag of underwear and toothbrushes, I leave a note to Connie and I headed to Chinatown ... The city that never sleeps, actually a nap if he does, between 5.30 am and 6 am. There is not anyone around, everything is closed and is a cold beast. Waiting at the entrance that opens Starbuck's, and at 6 Chinatown suddenly reborn, the streets are populated by Chinese busy ... Try to imagine the overthrow sugar near a nest, to take back all for an hour and then speed up the movie 16 times. Not one less. This is Chinatown, Saturday morning, while I drink hot chocolate more disgusting in my life.
The trip of 4 hours in scrap China, cost $ 15, goes quiet, next to an obese Chinese (yes: there are) who snores like a bastard, and with the sun in your face, just to be sure that I can not sleep. In Boston are guests of Philip, an architect who emigrated to the States from Cesano Maderno a decade ago, a friend of Annie (my colleague stage). The house is pretty cool and he turns out to be the most hospitable person in this world ... I'm talking about cake waiting for me, wine (good) as an aperitif, dinner despite offering hints of Thai fight on my part, and Lagavulin Whisky to end the evening ... People from which it has everything to learn, boys. Style with S Supermarket cock. Boston in a nutshell is nice, but the type trip to visit St. Tropez with a demonstration of the pots included ... But time is short and the evening of Friday I could not miss a mica. Eh. Sunday morning ... Also for that reason. And this is even more Velvet. (Not because emphasis is `famous. In the sense of note )
And already the title suggests I've got much sleep. Sunday morning I wake up at 8.30 but I wanted to find out what time I went to bed ... After endless wanderings I come home from Connie, who see the face I recommend to take a shower and go to bed ... and three in the afternoon. A bitter laugh fills my face. I mention a lunch and go home. wait in vain for the Japanese Shino, 5 to 6, before realizing that no, it will come '(it is then discovered the misunderstanding ... recovery Thursday). In that shooting in Brooklyn for the final night of No Fun Fest, the festival organized noise of Sonic Youth. Juerie Linda and I expect them already.
will perform noise legends such as Borbetomagus, John Wiese, the Prurient ... to get to Thurston Moore, the incomparable king, emperor of the noise, a span than others. My dinner is a sort of flat bread with cheese inside of which I know nothing. The local menu also includes "Meat": I try to order one and find that it is a raw steak (not medium rare: just raw) on a plate. This explains the flat bread. In any event, an excellent opportunity to add another autograph of the famous shirt.
... all to tell you that yesterday evening, return to the No Fun Fest, the street, on Christopher Street, a man made a blowjob to another man in a wheelchair. I started to laugh, and never will end.
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