I forgot all my troubles and went downtown tonight for the first time in a while. It was fantabulous, from my flamingly homosexual waiter at Sushi Samba, to the fish-eating Lesbians next to whom I sat, to the fact that there's an ingredient in one of their desserts called "espuma" and I asked the waiter what it meant.
He told me, then asked what I had thought it meant.
"Something naughtier," I informed him.
"Yes, well, I can see why you'd think that."
When it came, I told him, "See why I thought it was what I thought it was?" We both sniggered, and then I said, very quietly, to him, "Can you imagine that I'm sitting here eating espuma and sitting next to two lesbians?"
After becoming sufficiently intoxicated, I walked (not in a straight line, mind you, I was a drunk homosexual in the Village, mind you) to the Cherry Lane Theatre to see Kiki and Herb in their "Coup de Theatre." It was fabulous and hysterical, in a terrifying way. I don't think I ever envisioned a way that the story of that psychotherapist who asphyixated his patient in a "rebirthing" ceremony could ever be made funny... but it was, by Kiki, in her terrifying way. And I got to kiss her!
And to top the evening off, I got some cupcakes from Magnolia Bakery.
Cupcakes, High Drama, Espuma and Lesbians. What more does a fag need?
Posted by Jon at August 13, 2003 10:37 PM | TrackBackMmm..I LOVE Sushi Samba, but I hate sitting elbow-to-elbow with other customers. Such is life in NYC I guess. What more does a straight girl need?
Posted by: lotus at August 14, 2003 10:30 AMoh.
well, after hearing you "went downtown" last night for the first time in a while, i expected something different.
but i guess that's what more you need
Posted by: IA at August 14, 2003 11:31 AM