June 21, 2004 - 5:22 a.m.
MMVAs
I arrive home to the sound of the sprinklers turning on...
massive attack.
the door key system is busted.
this is not fun.
i really am tired now...
carrying a bag...
of peacock feathers.
egyptian jewellery...
also...a loot bag.
kiehl's is expensive...
and everyone swoons. they want another.
free and we love it.
there are rice krispy squares and chocolate treats in the courtroom
i am meeting esthero...
we are taking pictures,
dancing,
smoking on the patio...
getting carried out by testosterone filled bouncers
the two little girls take on nine bouncers
i smile.
i've learned when to sidestep gracefully.
it's great if you're watching,
not cool of them to do it,
but in retrospect,
it's probably something the bouncers had been waiting their whole lives for..
the fulfillment of a work fantasy. sigh.
Kiomi and Chloe are there.
so are many.
i'm dancing. but not really.
and i love it.
it's a game of in and out... and it's all about...
what's in between your legs: a kiehl's bag.
and photos with people i'm glad not to recognize.. else i'd be shy
but at martina's she's recapping...
"let me just say something"
there is no door knob on the bathroom...
which we realize ...later.
We decide that a cab is the only way home after the shit we KNOW goes on in parks and alleys.
our escape to the patio is so slow in coming.
and i know that somehow i shouldn't be laughing at the overblown tide of martina and wendy being swept down two flights of stairs, dropping purse jacket dignity all on the way out...
***
Flashback: this alll started somewhere round midnight..
and the door lady says...
"You're from xyz florida...?!? That means Jack Shit to me!"
er... "I'm from the Ataris?..."
