*fake but entertaining all the more
Friday, February 27, 2009
*fake but entertaining all the more
Kicker and Turner in the middle of jazz hands mania.
Skip n' Sparkle admiring Kicker n' Turner's finale.
Skip n' Sparkle Show, Ochi's @ Comix, February 24, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Learn Disco. Disco Dancing.
Curry Hill, Lexington Avenue near 29th Street, 1/09
Brian Keith with Jan Sterling
For Retro Bang's Premiere, I'm proud to present the one and only, Bayonne, New Jersey-born, Brian Keith! You may recognize him from the original 1961 version of The Parent Trap, or from re-runs of A Family Affair (where Buffy's favorite doll was an old lady called Mrs. Beasley!), and you fell in love with him as the level-headed patron stranger hottie who teaches a vendetta-bound Steve McQueen how to use a gun to in Nevada Smith. Or was that me?
While Googling his image, I was fascinated by Brian Keith's legendary career and tragic details of his life which include the suicide of his stepmother (a struggling actress who infamously jumped from the H in the Hollywood sign), his daughter Daisy, and finally himself. He's gone, but bangable all the same.
Monday, February 23, 2009
The Bowery Electric, Bowery @ 2nd Street, NYC ~ 8 pm for the first eve, combination Drink at Work + Shark Show Combo for the New Economy: The Shark at Work Show.
Sean Crespo, Ari Voukydis, Nick Stevens and Carol Hartsell (in the booth)
Paul "Fitzy" Fitgerald (Nick Stevens) and Ari Voukydis
The Urge, 33 2nd Avenue, NYC ~ 11 p.m.
Cocktails and cocktail ~ Midnight
But what happened here?Uptown 6 Train at Astor Place, NYC, 2/22/09, 1:45 am
Sunday, February 22, 2009
I'm not a math person, but recalling the grades I got in Algebra, Geometry, and Chemistry --report cards which I doctored with surprising success using a basic pencil eraser and exceptional art skills--a 72% is an unacceptable, shitty grounds-for-grounding C freakin' minus.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
- Special of the Day: Shrimp Fajita thingie
- Corona Light with lime
- Tortilla chips/guacamole/salsa
- Glass of water (mmm!)
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Unhappy married couple struggling through Valentine's Day.
A zoom in reveals the happy accident I discovered, shall we?
This woman's Mayan twin.
Bringin' people together, I am.
2/14/09 - NYC
Sweet Dreams by Anne Altman
I moved to NYC in the early 90's and shared a two-bedroom apartment with a whiny roommate who ate only Hamburger Helper. Because she was so annoying, my boyfriend and I usually stayed at his luxury co-op on the Upper West Side. When my lease was up, I ditched the roomie for my very own place in Gramercy Park.
The upside was that I'd be living alone, and the rent was reasonable. The downside was that it was a railroad style on the first floor with scant natural light and a shower in the kitchen. But it was cozy, and I was proud.
The bedroom was so narrow it required a trundle-style twin bed that flipped out into a double to accommodate guests. One hot summer night, I invited my boyfriend to spend the night for the first time.
"But you don't have A/C," he said.
"I know, but I have a fan. And a window to put it in! Please? Come on! It'll be fun!"
He relented. When it was time to turn in, I switched on the small box fan in the alley-facing window at the foot of the bed to alleviate the heat.
As we drifted off, sweating atop the covers, a couple in another apartment--possibly in the building next door--started fighting. They obviously relied on their open window to cool off, because they were so loud they may as well have been in the trundle bed with us.
"Nice," my boyfriend said to me in the pitch dark.
"It's fine. It'll die down. It's okay," I replied, trying to convince him—and myself—
that slumming it for a night at my place wasn't a terrible idea.
"Fuck YOU!" screamed the woman.
"No, fuck YOU!" screamed the man.
"FUCK YOU!" they screamed in unison.
And so it went, for what seemed like hours, as we lay there listening and wondering whether or not to call 911.
"YOU JUST HAVE TO ANSWER ME ONE MORE QUESTION!" the woman shrieked.
"WHAT!?!?!" shouted the man.
"WHERE… DID YOU PUT… MY FATHER!?!?!?"
Braced for his reply, we didn't hear an answer, just an eerie and deafening silence.
My boyfriend never stayed at my apartment again.