02/10/02
I asked for it.
Yours trully has won an AntiBloggie for 2002 in terms of being the biggest Stalkee. Uh… Thank you. =D
I am certainly not inviting new stalkees, nor would I like to relive the horid, awkward, though relatively humorous experiences that I’ve had with stalkers and weirdos in yon days past, but hey, if you’re going to stalk anyone, I guess I must make for a reasonable target. Icky though, ya know?
FRICKING FANTABULOUS WEEKEND
A quick rundown since I can’t quite express all my thoughts & experiences right now as it’s been a very full and fullfilling weekend so I’ll just express some highlights here.
SATURDAY
Gorgeous morning and drive into the city to pick up CutieDudePal.
Hit British “artsy” film at the Red Vic which we were late to.
Totally blind in the darkened theatre, the only thing we could see was what’s on the big screen…which happened to be two people engaged in some extremely heavy panting & breathing with very little clothes on. In fact no clothes on.
Wow, full frontal male nudity. Haven’t seen that on a big screen since the Crying Game and this experience was nearly as much of a gasp, at moments. Amid stumbling around searching for an empty seat while our eyes adjust to the dark, I secretly prayed that I wouldn’t accidentaly land on someone’s lap who was preoccupied masturbating. Later, I said a prayer of thanks that such misfortune was avoided. The movie itself was an interesting study in the sexual dynamics & politics of a relationship between two spiritually taut and starved individuals when physical intimacy and emotional attachment are at a severe disjuncture and how things change between the two. That and sex. Yeah… and more heavy breathing. And more sex and heavy breathing. FYI, the film was titled Intimacy.
Walking in the Haight, looking at pretty glassware…which turned out to be brightly colored bongs
But then again, isn’t that about the same experience anyone has when they’re walking in the Haight on a gorgeous Saturday. CutieDudePal & I sat in a patch of sunshine and chit chatted about life, our odd quests for love, and how life has changed muchly for us since college. We also played a game of “Pick 5 Adjectives to describe…”
Bohm chicka Bao Bao
We were fiending for a bit of adventure and munchies. Char siu bao in chinatown with the streets blocked off, live entertainment in the form of Chinese Opera, Dragon Dancers, and and children snapping firecrackers along the sidewalks. Seeking parking served as the adventure. Cheap dimsum and bakery items served as the munchies.
All was right with the world.
Fashionista Diva
Housemate Jon aka PotPie had the hook up so that he, Ernie & I could attend a swanky fundraiser/fashion show held at the W hotel. The interior of the elevator looks like the set of an indipendent angsty noire film. And the metal beaded curtains in the XYZ lounge can put your eye out, or be used as part of one of Cher’s outfits. Either or.
The fashion show for the most part was an intruiguing mixture of experiences.
Andre Sorriano is the designer whom PotPie knew and his creations were fantastical, imaginative, and creative.
My pictures, I’m afraid, didn’t come out very well but some highlight outfits include a C-thru powder blue and sequened mesh mermaid dress, a confection I can only describe as the vinyl dominatrix prom dress, the Super Diva, jewel encrusted pink slip dress with detachable silk train and tremendous silk roses, and the outfits which can really only be described as “Hot-Men-With-Tight-Abs-That-Have-Electrical-Tape-Glued-To-Them”
En chorus Ernie and I gasped with glee “Oh Andre… Oh Andre… Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Andre…”
Other highlights of the show?
- Jailbait teens & kiddies strutting down the runway with more attitude than Rupaul or Mariah Carey on a bad hair day. – The one male model who was wearing more lipstick than any of the female models he was with. Plus he had fierce fierce fierce eyebrows.
- The strategic yet awkward walk slouch that the abs men had to do down the runway to both accentuate their cut abs while waddling down toward the photographers and back.
- The east european model with very very high, ratted, 80s hair.
- Beautiful, brilliant, and blessed singing performance by Rev. Dr. Yvette Flunder & a few members of her choir. No sarcasm nor critcism there though it was certainly a marvelous highlight for me.
- Watching the Finale of the Fashion show … titled Mother Africa.
Within 30 seconds this segment went from regal and elegant with Nubian Princes & Princesses striding proudly down the runway, to straight out booty. The first seven or eight models were black, wearing with elegance and composure their gorgeous outfits. They were immediately followed by three skinny, no butt, no rhythm white gals who tried to keep their bandeau tops from falling down their knees. What followed after that? Really bad bumping by fierce eyebrow boy, a Vanilla Ice flashback, and reasonably respectable capoeira by the sunshine streaked surfer boy.
I rarely am ever speechless, but I’ll censor myself from sharing some of the phrases that I made that evening.
PMS CRAVING FULFILLED
Fried chicken at Mels Dinner circa midnight.
Rarely has there been such an apex in biological craving and immediate, utterly satisfying visceral gratification.
Swankadelic
Then off to a swanky cocktail party hosted by Jon/Potpie’s sister. Her gorgeous loft is a unit within a renovated junior high school. With gorgeous red walls, a stair case with frosted glass steps, high ceilings, a bathroom to die for, an industrial swank decor of simplicity and understated decadence. The place is tastefullly underfurnished but has a sense of intense energy from the red walls, inset shelving & soothing lighting. Red rug of dancing by Ikea.
We had a drink, embarrassed Jon in front of his sister, chatted, and chilled.
SUNDAY
BBQ & Eats & Sunshine.
I’m a bit pink & freckled. But utterly satiated and relaxed.
Good friends, good chatter, good laughing, and trash talk over the game Apples to Apples.
More Eating & Games
Then to Bel’s to hang with Ernie, Paris, Jen, Jon, Dave, Emily, & Jesse.
Good times good times and damnit I finally passed that level in SSX tricky that was plaguing me so.
Other games that we were playing? SuperBustaMove aka The Bubble Game (a classic except for I don’t remember there being a barfing character with a big penis like smiling tapeworm coming from his belly) and Unison, a most cheesy dancing game with a storyline akin to an episode of Gem except that the evil nemisis of the anime dancing trio is a guy called Emperor Ducker (no joke).
Cheers to a great weekend and to all a goodnight yo.
Min Jung
2002 – Biggest Stalkee -Min Jung Kim
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