And before that...

There was a whole bunch of stuff I forgot to write about, like the fact that I saw an insane fight not this past weekend but the weekend before, in philly. We were at the 700 club to see our friend DJ Mr. Tenfingers play records (and max, and, surprise, Julian too, which was strange, cause i have this like 8 year history of really weird difficult to describe friendship with him and we haven't really spoken since this time i got all "why do i even bother to TALK to you?," cause what i needed to hear was that not all boys in their mid to late twenties would rather be with 19 year old girls, and that was pretty much the opposite of what he told me, graphically, and though i knew he was just being honest, and I respect that, it was nails on chalkboard at the time. anyway, we hugged nice and that's all bygones) and, if you read mars' daily, you already know that there's some really weird violent tension in the air in philly, possibly over the coming Republican National Convention in what is easily the most lefty, wiccan, hippie, gutterpunk-fortified, anarchisticky city on the east coast. I think the fight we saw (this particular weekend, as opposed to the weekend before, which i also wrote about) started with two girls getting a little huffy at one another on the dance floor, which then prompted every guy with a little left over rage about Whatever to jump in (at which point the incendiary female forces quickly ducked out), and thereafter it was a melee. They fought back towards me and mars, who were sitting on this little couch, and eventually, i found myself in the awkward position of holding my arms straight out in front of me to keep this guy from falling on me and the glass table directly in front of me and beneath him, in the interests of not having giant shards of glass go through the arteries in my thigh and his chest, and yet, once stabilized, i realized, christ, i'm just like, offering this guy up to the asshole that Won't Stop Hitting him and essentially shielding myself at possibly his expense. I didn't have to think much longer about that though cause the guy i was holding up stood up on his own when other people held back the pummeler.

Then shit really got started, as someone decided to start throwing bottles.

A few minutes later, the scene was: guy in nice button down silk shirt with a mouth full of blood, blood, blood, and blood, blood on the floor, beer on the floor, glass EVERYWHERE, and i have no idea what happened to everyone else. It was pretty quiet after they got rid of the main rabblerousers, but that big lake of blood on the floor was a touch unsettling, i'm sure you can imagine. And slippery to dance in, I'll tell you what!

Anyway, that was something exciting that belongs in my diary i think.

I spent this more recent past weekend in New York Sooty, which this time seemed a little more West Philly like, probably because i spent nearly the entire time in Soho and Brooklyn. That was nice. Brooklyn's pretty dope. Oh and todd took me and mars to this amazing gallery type thing in Queens, called P.S. 1, which is now owned by MOMA i guess, and i guess it's also gotten a lot more crowded than it was at first, but shit, i had nothing to compare it to and, bathrooms aside, we had a blast. There's a huge outdoor sandpit, and beer and DJs, fun fun fun, but then in the actual gallery there are some GREAT installations. The highlight was this set of rooms that each had giant beds (just big futon mattresses on white platforms really) and different musical installations. The most fun one was a big bed with tons of headphone sets and controls around the perimeter, each set holding a different sound, and you just laid back on the big puffy bed (even better when your doughy northern virginia drive-around-the-block-to-711 ass has been walking around all day) and put on some headphones and delight. The other rooms had speakers and such; the headphones ruled the school for sure.

So yeah, all of that happened. Life interesting, life fun. I didn't get a chance to go to the Alleged and see the Thomas Campbell stuff though, which is less than ideal. But i'll survive.