November 17, 2005
True Love Meets The Rockers Uptown.
This morning we found ourselves over on 9th ave. and 14th. I walked over to this door and was flooded with beautiful visions of youths' folly. You see , 14 years ago when I was a just a wee lad with a rapidly growing drug problem , this was my front door. It's the door to a MEAT LOCKER. It had a slanted floor with a drain for blood , a steel door and concrete windowless walls. I lit my dresser on fire in that tomb! I scratched myself raw for two months in that bunker , and when I FINALLY went to the clinic the good doctor informed me that I had both scabies AND measles.
OH TO BE 17 FOREVER!!
Oh look! PJ got a haircut!
We met both PJ and his brother David for a late lunch before heading up to the Whitney for the Ed Ruscha opening. There was also a room full of new Pettibon mind blowers.
AND
Mark and Lauren came to meet us. They are my favorite new friends I think. Both very funny and sweet and creative.
This is Eddie and Francesca.
Another favorite pair. They put me and all my friends on the list at the Whitney. How awesome is that? Being on the guestlist at a major museum is surely better than being on the list at like, an Interpol show. Teenagers be patient. Mostly , life gets better.
Yes it was a grand affair. That is until someone slipped poor Lauren a 'lude'.
We quickly got her into a cab and went downtown to 'Supper'. Once again I sat and had a feast that lasted well over two hours. Totally crushing. Spinach gnocchi! Tiramisu! This week I have died. Everyday I die and every night I wind up in food heaven.
Holy Crap!!