Now if you didn't read the last post, please take the time to go back and read it, as this is a direct continuation of the prior post.



With that said, allow me to continue speaking of carnegie.
I am sitting 8 rows from the stage, curled faux-hawk, and a closed eye smile. The same smile you get when there is a current of orgasmic energy flowing in an ear and out the other, back and fourth and fourth and back. Something like that. Very much that. Yes that is what it was. For a moment I wondered what the people behind me must've thought about me. And as if with a blink, I didn't care or wasn't aware enough to care. I was just with the music. I attempted to decifer and seperate each instrument. The violins were heart breaking. There is a special level of emotion that only a violin can express. It is a part of a dance. Esspecially when it's player is standing. There was a very special violinist, who was an invited guest of some sort. and she had an incredible deal of power in her bow.
Then again Karen. the hotest part of the flame is always the blue part. I think this translates into symphony. When I saw her, I mean when I stood directly in front of her for a few brief seconds, I saw her in what seemed to be some sort of fantasy movie dream. The movement of her head played each note with her weapon of choice. Her arms and hands perfect. Her eyes shut tight. and hair and eyes that translated fire into music. They moved as a flame would, blazed the same. Only the hot hot flame. This is the blue nearest to the lighter, or the stove. It is the first light of a blow torch. I don't konw how to describe it any better. I was amzed.
Give yourself to the music and the music will abuse you. As strong as hands that rape eager ears. I might have found a new passion.


Later on I pushed myself the the Davidoff store in the Columbus Circle Mall thing, and bought the cigar that would keep me company for the next hour and fifteen minutes, The LG by Lito Gomez. A very very very strong full bodied speciment. Dope ass smoke. I entered my park, and walked to the ramble. I found my rock and proped myself on it, and just absorbed everything that happened, was happening and has yet to transpire. Amazing, absolutely amazing. The sun creeping through trees just shine a few rays onto special chosen spots. I love it.
After a few hours I went to meet Jannine in front of the museaum. The Natural History. That is still a very majestic building. I( sat right on the middle statue and waited with Chuck. Right now Chuck keeps me company during any wait. Or just whenever. He has a few sick ass stories in his new book. When I'm done with it I'll give a complete report. Just to say that the first story is painful to read. Literally painful. Esspecially if you have a penis. Like hearing the Loraina Bobet new for the first time was like riding the tea cups. Sick ass man. And brilliant just the same. Today I was supposed to go to his book signing and reading but I wasn't in the mood for lines. I craved solitude at home which is something fairly new for me. And I mean with the TV off, which was one of the hardest tasks I had to learn. Be home with the TV off. Amazing.

Getting back to the original story, Nnine and I went to Cafe Mozart to enjoy some good wine and food. Another amazing thing was that I only ordered a chicken salad, and I love their burgers. A few people remarked that I was losing weight so now I'm trying to keep it off.
The wine was a Sav-blanc from South Africa with a twist off cap. Outside of queer guy, that is only the third twist off cap bottle of wine that I have ever seen. This time was much much better than the prior two. As they explained on queer eye, twist off technology keeps wine a lot fresher than corks which have been around since wood was invented.
I had a great time with Jannine, and she even played wing man for a very successful mission.

We later went to the party at Starfood 64. Once again my feet would move. I danced my shoes off. And ass. It was an intense night of dancing. I danced with new friends all night. It is funny how you meet someone, somewhere, and you bump into eachother again out of pure circumstance. This is what happned on Sunday. Someone who I had only met once through a friend, popped up out of the evening star and schooled me in the great art of dance. We really flowed well together, doing a few high flying stunts. Such such fun. A group of us went out to eat later and the amazing part was that I ate at 3am with no Tummy ache after. One I didn't eat much all day, two I didn't eat too much then, And three I tried to take a solitary walk after to stay off of the bed for as long as possible. It was a great victory in the battle against my stomach. What joy joy and more joy.

Monday at 13 the crowd was small, quiet and the poetry was thicker than double milk shake. I was very happy with what I heard all night. Rebecca Hart was an amazing feature for an evening celebrating women. She would've been amazing anyway but, on this night, when I sneeked off to the corner to be able to lsiten without interruption I ate up every lyric and every riff.

My Memorial day weekend was the best I've had in years.