Sunday, March 22, 2009

My roommate is a rockstar.

Ingrid got a $15,000 scholarship to NYU!!  Ten years from now I'll be saying I knew her when...

In other news, I'm eating butternut squash soup and steamed broccoli.  Surely a shocker for everyone who never thought they'd live to see the day that I acknowledged vegetables as a major food group.

In other news, I've spent the last few days catching up with friends from school that I've only seen a few times since graduation last May.  Needless to say, it was fantastic to see them.  Friday night Ben and I saw the second preview of Joe Turner's Come and Gone.  Not sure how I felt about it.  I do have to admit that Ben slept through the first 45 minutes and I slept through the scene in which they explained who Joe Turner was... but still, it felt jumbled and without a clear message.  Had it just been a presentation of personalities dealing with the issues of self identification and legal self ownership as African Americans in post civil war Pittsburgh, it would have been fascinating enough.  Throw in a vision of bones rising from the sea and a witch doctor type killing pigeons at dawn and rattling on about a shiny man, and I'm trying to delve into some deeper metaphorical understanding.  Finish off with a long lost wife shouting bible verses to a crazed husband who's tearing clothes, cutting flesh, and rebuking God, the scene culminating in (a lovely effect of) gold glitter falling from the sky and exposing the crazed husband as the witch doctor's "shiny man", and you've got one severely furrowed brow.  I'm not one to enjoy a neatly packaged "boy gets girl and they sing and dance" type show, but this metaphorical extravaganza may have been a bit beyond me.  It raised a lot of fascinating social and cultural issues, but never explored any single one beyond a superficial level.  Definitely worth seeing though, if someone offers you a free ticket.

In a continuation of seeing Syracuse friends, I had quite an adventure today.  Starting off with an Upper East Side brunch, we schlep-ed down to Chelsea to begin an afternoon of dildo shopping.  After one sleazy shop there and a few equally unsuccessful stops in the West Village we ended up at Babeland in Soho.  What an adorable little store.  Friendly sales girls, a fantastic color scheme, and the examination of a few ridiculously hi-tech and discreet vibrators left me glowing with feminine sexual empowerment.  I was also relieved to find dildos in sizes better suited for us lesbians of the "gold star" persuasion.

Tomorrow I devote to the NYT's Monday crossword, yoga, and the search for the perfect bicycle.  Goodnight!

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