Weekend Update

I meant to post this much earlier, but haven't really had the time...

One of my best friends from high school (HSF) was in town this past weekend. She is one of those amazing people that always manages to talk their way into anything. Her timing is impeccable--managing to get laid off right before law school and then collecting unemployment while in school. Some people have all the luck.

Anyway, this weekend, we had brunch in the East Village and then headed over to PS1. It was a beautiful afternoon for it. I've been to PS1 before, but never for one of their summer parties. I thought we were heading over for the art, but apparently they have music, barbecue, and beer in the courtyard on Saturdays during the summer. I even got free entry with my new work ID. Our firm does all the legal work for MoMA.

It was good. The boyfriend joined us--some of his friends were going to be there as well. We drank Magic Hat No. 9 (a throwback to Beantown), ate some burgers, and nodded our heads in time to the bass that was pumping in the background. The festivities ended around 8:00, we were all happily buzzed and maybe that's why the boyfriend and I agreed to head to Brooklyn where HSF and her girlfriend were meeting up with one of HSF's friends from San Francisco.

So, we trekked on out to Brooklyn and ended up at a dyke bar. The space is really cool--it has a roof deck and it was the perfect night to be drinking under the stars--a dance floor, a lounge area, a pool table, and Ms. PacMan. The only problem was, there were no cute girls to be found at this particular dyke bar. Strike that, there was one cute girl there but I am pretty sure that she was straight. The boyfriend was a good sport, he dealt with the sideways glances and the looks of derision from the butchy gals. I think that maybe they were jealous of his haircut. There were many bad haircuts there. The femme girls weren't much to speak of either. They were mostly Smith types with shorter hair and smelling of patchoulli. Not really my scene.

Boyfriend and I got sucked into a conversation with one particularly angry dyke who said, "Kids these days have it so easy. They think it's cool to be gay. When I came out. . ." She was all of 27. I guess that when she came out gays were being stoned and beaten with sticks by passersby and today when kids come out they get cool points. I don't think it works out quite that way. I think it's still hard for people to come out now. My youngest brother just came out and I know that his school is not throwing him a party of any kind. The other person that we talked to had ADD and kept repeating herself. She found out that I am [insert ethnicity here] and she kept trying to bond with me over that. She would say random words in a worse accent than mine. She then kept rambling about her cousin's upcoming wedding where she would be the least attractive bridesmaid. Well, her cousin is a NY City Knicks dancer and the rest of the bridesmaids are all Knicks dancers, so that's to be expected. And really, ADD girl was pretty cute, crazy, but not bad looking at all. I was reminded of the episode of Growing Pains when Mike Seaver asks (what was at the time) a hot blonde chick to dance and when she says yes it's in a super whiney voice. Talking to my fellow peeps can be very painful.

Anyway, that was my Saturday. Brunch in Manhattan, beer and barbecue in Queens followed by lesbians in Brooklyn. I hit 3 of the 5 boroughs in one day. Not too shabby.