covert H2O
so, post waterfight, i'm back at this magical apartment on 7th and granville where i cry over music every time. soho and 7 and giggles over vacation pics...
earlier today: i was reveling in my joy of not having to plan my hair washing around when it's gonna smell like veal stock and i busted in to the office to share tales of how i pinched the filmmaker on the knee last night. bigups to bertha for screening her film until monday at the cinematheque (www.exploreasian.org for details and tickets, don't sleep) new york..literally "she studies film,flash focus record, said she's doing a flick and could my clique do the score" that's right, roots crew, treach starring..check it out-FACE.
trying to get my articles up because my pending deadline was a waterfight! email waterfight and the girls are serious...shoutout to my girl E for her textile urban legend self (she builds bras out of metal and is working on her bizness cards out of wood) they were serious though because they left without me and were packing their balloons on the public transit.
the turnout was good, there was some supersoaking, and the folks that came in a cab were out of control!
we congregated and ended up walking up davie to visit the "clothing nazi" who is now by appointment only and up to numero uno and past the chinese restaurant that dispenses beer through a pickup window at the secret password of "hot tea".
gotta send a big shoutout to bruce who we met at the waterfight but didn't figure it out until most of the way up...on his way back to t-town.
we came up over the granville street bridge and looked at some paintings under the bridge and discussed cannelloni...ok, slightly tipsy and trying to focus on all this nutty music right now so i'm signing off...cucumber.
