Lovely evening meeting
razorart who is just exactly like I thought she would be, and seeing the extremely impressive interior of the Lucky Cat. That chandelier is amazing.
Then a lengthy trip to the nowheresland of Middle Brooklyn to visit
pirateman and
tonyz's charming abode. Those boys can theme decorate! And a spectacular midnight with general pants-dropping and competitive underwear-dancing.
Then back onto the train with Jen for the scariest train ride ever in the Prospect Park Shuttle in cars filled with rowdy 9 to 16-year-old black kids, one of whom got hauled off the train by cops just as it was leaving. This isn't scary per se, it was when a white dude got on and the kids start yelling "Get your white ass off the train!" And me and Jen are like "Um, what about our white asses? I guess they can stay on the train?"
Then a moment of underground party thwartedness as the Madagascar party had been shut down and secretly moved to their shop, where I brought a car full of strangers and found 4 floors of free-booze-fueled mayhem. As Jeff said "We go to all this trouble to build rides and get art, when all you need is a keg and to move the major pieces of trash out of the way and turn on the shop stereo and people are happy." I was sad to hear there was a deep fryer and 150 lbs. of potatoes locked up in the busted space. No snack for me.
Around 3 I had to start aiming for home and tried to hop in cars headed for parties in Williamsburg to find the clutch of club kids standing around outside for twenty minutes trying to figure out where they could get in free, because $5 was too much for them to pay (!! Sorry but, go back to whereever you're from if you can't afford $5 and can't volunteer to help clean up or something.)
I took off for the subway tagging along with an upset German couple. The guy got on his cell phone and started yammering loudly about how Brooklyn sucked and they got there and the party was tot (dead) and now they had to go all the way back. Poor, poor party people.
Now I will go try to mend myself with coffee and potatoes and a movie.
Then a lengthy trip to the nowheresland of Middle Brooklyn to visit
Then back onto the train with Jen for the scariest train ride ever in the Prospect Park Shuttle in cars filled with rowdy 9 to 16-year-old black kids, one of whom got hauled off the train by cops just as it was leaving. This isn't scary per se, it was when a white dude got on and the kids start yelling "Get your white ass off the train!" And me and Jen are like "Um, what about our white asses? I guess they can stay on the train?"
Then a moment of underground party thwartedness as the Madagascar party had been shut down and secretly moved to their shop, where I brought a car full of strangers and found 4 floors of free-booze-fueled mayhem. As Jeff said "We go to all this trouble to build rides and get art, when all you need is a keg and to move the major pieces of trash out of the way and turn on the shop stereo and people are happy." I was sad to hear there was a deep fryer and 150 lbs. of potatoes locked up in the busted space. No snack for me.
Around 3 I had to start aiming for home and tried to hop in cars headed for parties in Williamsburg to find the clutch of club kids standing around outside for twenty minutes trying to figure out where they could get in free, because $5 was too much for them to pay (!! Sorry but, go back to whereever you're from if you can't afford $5 and can't volunteer to help clean up or something.)
I took off for the subway tagging along with an upset German couple. The guy got on his cell phone and started yammering loudly about how Brooklyn sucked and they got there and the party was tot (dead) and now they had to go all the way back. Poor, poor party people.
Now I will go try to mend myself with coffee and potatoes and a movie.
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Date: 2003-01-01 02:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-01-01 06:57 pm (UTC)I'll come collect that drink once you guys are up and running.