The Moose in the Closet: I'm Awesome, C-List, and Sound Prediction & Some Movie Memories

Shane Bailey, who occasionally visits this site, thanked a bunch of people for sending visitors his way but neglected to thank me for being awesome. It’s ok, Shane, I know it was implied in the subtext. I’m so awesome that there are no words to describe it, hence the lack of mention.

Oh, and while we’re at it, I’m apparently a blogebrity which is pretty cool except I’m rocking the C-List. I guess C-List wouldn’t be so bad, you know, if there was a Z-List or something. But, nope, C-list is the worst list you can be on. Balls, blogebrity. Balls.

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The time between R going to Europe and her returning is a bit of a blur. A couple of random memories here and there, aside from Hooker Hand, of course, which I will never forget. I’ll throw a little hodge-podge of memories out at ya to get this story up to date.

Jackie, G, Max and I went to Sound Factory this one night. I remember telling them I wanted to cheat on R because I was pretty sure she was cheating on me. The more I think about it, the more it amazes me that I didn’t see our break-up coming. But I digress.

When we got there Max couldn’t get in for some reason. Sneakers, I think. Jackie and I decided that was his fault and we went in anyway. We danced all night. At one point I went into the unisex bathroom and some dude was sitting on a stall, door wide open, drunk off his ass, taking the loudest shit imaginable. And there were girls in the mirror, putting their make-up on like it was no big thing. It amazed me; I don’t like busting ass in the bathroom if there’s one other dude in there, let alone a bunch of sexy ladies.

Sound Factory used to have ice-cream vendors which I always thought was wicked cool. I bought a bomb pop to go with my Gin & Tonic. Good stuff.

Jackie and I danced until 4AM or so. At one point these two greased up guys wearing nothing but a thong and these two greased up women wearing a thong and stars on their nipples got up on the stage and started grinding while shooting each other with water balloons. I turned to Jackie and screamed, in case she didn’t know, “This is the best club ever!”

I miss The Sound Factory. Stupid asses distributing party drugs and running my good times.

I remember a talk RJ and I had about women, about a week before R came home from Europe and therefore about two weeks or so before we broke up. We went bike-riding down to the Promenade to just watch over the east river and talk about life.

Oh man – I hope Francis doesn’t read this site. Maybe I’ll skip this memory, for now, until I get the go-ahead. Suffice to say, RJ called the break-up three weeks in advance, when I was still clueless and told me why it was my fault that she was going to leave me.

Another memory, which evolved into something that defined my summer, was going to see DePalma’s Snake-Eyes with Max and G. At the very beginning of the movie we all agreed that “Gary Sinese did it” because “Gary Sinese always does it” and realized that would be a pretty rocking t-shirt. On the way home from the movie theater Brooklyn T-Shirt Company was born and we brainstormed on several t-shirt ideas.

One was going to be a replica of an F-train sign (which has since been duplicated but never perfected), one was going to represent all of the neighborhoods in Brooklyn, one was going to represent Johnny-Pumps and one was going to note the fact that if Brooklyn was a city it would be the fifth most populated one, which may or may not be the truth anymore.

We even had a one year anniversary shirt planned. It was going to be a clothes-line with each of our t-shirts made to date hanging from it.

Of the four original designs we made two of them and added one more. But, that’s a story for another day.

We went to see Pi, stoned off our asses and I got scared watching it. I left that theater feeling more stoned than when I entered.

Beyond that there was Moose the Movie and the Improvisational Murder Mystery movie which I’ll be talking about tomorrow. Let me just say, I love doing this iron-man story telling challenge. It's been almost 5 months. 7 to go. Haven't skipped a day. I'm looking forward to the upcoming two-week vacation. Really. I need a little rest.

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I'm Awesome, C-List, and Sound Prediction & Some Movie Memories

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

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