Well, I passed the NY Bar. This happened over a week ago, and I had a lot to say about it. Now it feels like a hundred years ago and it’s really not that interesting when I think about it. I figured I should at least mention it for the loyal blog readers.
Anyways, tonight I saw Were the World Mine. It’s about Timothy — this gay guy in high school who gets the lead in the ~senior play~ A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream. He gets bullied at school a lot by the rugby team, but he happens to have a crush on one of the players (of course). Said crush also gets a starring role in the play as well (of course). Anyway, things get pretty silly when he somehow makes this magical concoction that he squirts in people’s eyes causing them to fall in love with whoever they see when they open their eyes… just like A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream, what a coincidence! As if that wasn’t silly enough, the movie itself is sort of a musical so there is a good amount of singing at random moments. Although I’m being a little sarcastic, I actually really enjoyed it and the ending was very satisfying. Go see it, it’s fun!
Check out the trailer:
And if that doesn’t interest you enough… one of my favorite songs ever was in the movie as well, Patrick Wolf’s Magic Position!
Last week I was sitting around holed up in my apartment and I texted little Mikey something to the effect of “I’m bored, help.” Surprisingly, my text was not ignored, and I was actually graced not only with a response but with a PLAN. He informed me that I’d be joining him and his boyfriend at a gallery opening and that I didn’t have a choice in the matter.
I hoofed it down to the Lower East Side and met Mikey outside this mess of I line. There were people with clipboards and camera equipment and I was like, “Oh lordy, I don’t know if I can do this.” Mike explained that from what he heard some sort of MTV show reality show was filming and my first thought was, “Real World Brooklyn…? Let’s leave.” We then found out:
BAM! Now we’re talking. Without Tivo I have not really been able to sit through full episodes of The Hills anymore since I can’t justify all those commercials and blank stares and chewing without a fast forward button. For those not in the know, Whitney Port of The Hills is getting her own spin-off called The City based in… you guessed it: New York City. She never really played any role in the original series other than a tool for exposition but she at least seemed to be the least brainless (except that I’m convinced Lauren is secretly smart but that she plays down her intelligence because, like, that’s what girls are supposed to do, duh).
ANYWAYS, we had to sign waivers, take pictures, and were led into this very crowded studio with a pretty awesome DJ and FREE open bar (HELLO!). The art was cool, I met the artist, whatever blah blah blah. He said something like “Yeah, I don’t know what these cameras are all about, I don’t really pay attention to any of that MTV stuff.” Ok, yeah I know, you’re so alternative, I get it.
Whitney eventually showed up with this weird bedazzled headband thing worn around her forehead with some other girl who I recognize from the show but have no idea what her name is. She talked to some ~important people~. I’m sure Mike, Richard, and myself were in the background of at least some of her conversations but who knows. The three of us were definitely not cool enough for the party. I was “day look” J Crew-ed out from head to toe and feeling particularly heinous that day anyway, so we didn’t stay long and ended up having an incredible and CHEAP meal at Cooper 35. They had an amazing drink selection all for $4. UNHEARD of. I had a decent mojito served in huge pint glass.
I’m not sure when exactly I’ll make my reality television debut, but we’ll see what happens.
Now that the election is over, there’s no point in watching clips of racist people on YouTube anymore. I’ve moved onto watching the crazies in the Yes on Prop 8 videos.
When I watch it, I can’t help but to remember what I was thinking when we learned about the civil rights era in middle school and high school and watched all those videos. I would always wonder what their living children and grandchildren must think of their racist relatives being immortalized in these clips.
It weirds me out how EXCITED they are to vote Yes on Prop 8. It’s like, “Yeah man, that’s cool, that’s cool, let’s have a Prop 8 party where we can sit around and talk about it for hours because you know, there’s not a war going on right now… or an economy in disarray… or a disastrous health care system… or anything.”
I’ll leave you with a clip made by the same people from the clip above. It’s amazing how they think THIS would convince people.
She doesn’t even know WHY she’s so excited to vote yes on Prop 8. JUST GO TO THE WEBSITE, DON’T ASK ME TO GIVE A REASON.
And hon… I don’t think Richard thinks you’re one of his best friends.
So today I had a lunch meeting at the Four Seasons restaurant without realizing I was going to be eating there.
Apparently I was missing the jacket necessary to dine at the fine establishment. The maitre d’ gave me one. Embarrassing. …but I was there before the other guests, I guess that counts for something? Luckily I was dressed properly otherwise?
I went home to look up their website and found this:
…which I’m sure they put there so you don’t feel as stupid when you go home after eating there to check the dress code after having to borrow a sport jacket.
