Brad Walsh

Le Disko

Friday I got to see Sarah M. for the first time since Halloween! She was in Argentina for a while shooting an Urban Outfitters catalog, and when she got back her party was on hiatus. But this weekend we were both drunk and met up at Trash, which was absolutely hilarious. We danced like idiots and Bronques captured us making ugly faces and contemplating the shelf-like butt of a hippie.

I don’t really get to drink much anymore, since I am always driving. But I did on Friday. And Saturday. Kathy’s brother Mike (who is now 21) came back to our house with her after Thanksgiving and went to Movida and MisShapes with us and Anna and Jake. Last time he came to the city he wore an all-white outfit of my clothes. This time he wore an all-black outfit of my clothes. And we drank Corona and listened to Hilary Duff and White Town and I felt like maybe I was a 16 year old girl.

Jake and I made Saturday an early night at two, which was very nice because we went home and promptly sat around in our underwear for thirty hours until we parted this morning at the Tea Lounge down the street. Leaving half an hour early to go sit there with coffee on Monday mornings makes Monday mornings not so bad.

So you know how I lost my wallet last week? Or maybe it was more than a week ago, I don’t remember. But it’s lost. And at this point I’ve given up on anyone finding it and calling me. I’ve cancelled everything and ordered replacements, but nothing has come yet, and I haven’t been to the DMV to get a new driver’s license. So I’ve been carrying my expired passport as ID in case I need it. I was fourteen when the photo was taken and it expired four years ago, and I look like a very gay terrorist. I felt for it in my bag on Saturday as we were walking between places, and it wasn’t there. It wasn’t in my pocket, either, and I started to freak out about having no form of identification at all anymore (by the way, mom, can you e-mail me a scan of my birth certificate so I can get a new license?), but we backtracked and I found it on the sidewalk on the corner of Spring and Varick. I’m a doof.

We had a crazy moment at Movida this week. I very much felt like pulling out the “do you know who she is?” card for Anna with the barely-of-age-himself door security, but I of course didn’t, because only complete cocks do that. One guy was following new rules, and she eventually got in but she was frazzled because nobody at the regulars treats her that way. She’s so sweet, and people are funky without reason sometimes. The regular doorman, though, is totally awesome. I would be saying that even if she hadn’t been able to get in, because there is a way to handle things diplomatically or like an asshole, and he was a class act.

Early notice: sometime in December I’m having a CD release party at HiFi on a Wednesday. We haven’t figured out which Wednesday yet, but I will post a flyer or something. I’ll be giving away CDs and maybe kisses.

And hey! Come to The Music Slut party on Saturday, I am DJing for your aural pleasure:

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