Yeah, my drink of choice is wine

Went to the WYSIWYG Musical Review last night with Alexis. Jessy Delfino sang Christmas classics like "What the fuck is Kwaanza?" and "All I got for Christmas is AIDS". Heartwarming.

Drank lots of merlot at the Open Air bar on St. Marks. Lex met a nice Haitian girl-about-town named Jenny F. I said something to Lusty Lady about wanting to throw myself into a train like Anna Karenina...

Lusty Lady: oh I've actually never read that book.

Colette: me neither.

Later, grabbed a slice with Lex and Matt the publicist. Started talking to some teen metalheads from Long Island. One of the boys looked most disgustled...

Lex: wow, you look like you like hate black people or something.

She was right.

Left the pizza shop. Cut through Thompkins Sq Park. Dark and desolate. Luckily, not a crackhead in sight. Finally reach the park exit to discover that the gate is locked. With the agility of a cat, (or maybe I am exaggerating) I climb over the gate and land onto the other side of the sidewalk. My more girlish counterpart had some trouble trying to get herself over so she enlisted the help of a German looking hare krishna who was praying nearby. (Oddly enough he was weaing jeans and a north face jacket. No hare garb on that guy- just a bag filled with rosaries) And with his help, Lex flew over the gate, falling into my arms.

Colette: hare krishna (with praying hands)

Hare Krishna: hare krishna (he bows)

Colette and Lex: hare krishna (we start to back out slowly)

Hare Krishna: hare krishna

Could have gone on for days. Drove over to Eleven instead. We danced with a Mexican with pock marks a la Brian Adams. Might have been just as corny too.

Lex drove me back to Park Slope where she also spent the night. Then she offered to drive me to work.

THIS MORNING IN HER CAR:

Lex: I am so your bitch

Colette: I am your bitch too.

And with that we drove off towards flatbush and headed into Manhattan. Late for work of course.