That I was born on this big blue marble. Christ, I'm old. I've gone from a premature kid born in Plainfield, NJ (Dad was watching Bob Gibson and the St. Louis Cardinals pitch a no hitter against the N Y Mets in the waiting room) @ Muhlenberg Hospital, to an unemployed, happily married gym going hipster in Jersey City NJ. Ain't life grand?
Had a pretty good Bday, actually. Yesterday was the big celebration for it. Susannah, Kirk, Kate (Kirk's new young cool girlfriend) Bicki and I went out for sushi at Avenue A Sushi in the East Village. A good time, and sushi-riffic fun was had by all. Even the angry, Canadian Lesbian girl who was our waitress... No sweet, smiling deferring Asian waitress for us.. nuh uh. We had straight up angry Bull Dyke from the Great White North, bebbe.
Then of course it was a couple of drinks at St. Dymphnas. Great bar, but the INS should still raid the place, and send all the illegal English construction workers who drink there back to places like Somerset, and Wolverhampton, if you wiiill!
Got a couple o' good pressies including the Modest Mouse CD, the Jenna Jamison Bio "How to Make love like a Porn Star" (she's such a FILTHY slut) and some other stuff.
Tonight was the Franz Ferdinand show, and dinner at Marco and Pepe's!
Gotta love bands who sound like Roxy Music, and Iggy Pop and David Bowie from Glasgow.
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