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| Too Sexy for his shirtHip-Hop maestro, Rusty of the Mudkids made the cover of Indy.com for Indy Black Expo. Momma Mia! He's a sweetheart and one of my favorite people around town so it's nice to see him get the exposure.
Let's see what else is new. Saw the play, Some Men at the Phoenix theater. Liked it. Didn't love it. But my friend Kurt was in it and he's always fantastic. One of the characters he played was a drag queen from Long Island. He said he was channeling me for inspiration. nice.
Bought some new jammies tonight at this hip clothing shop on Mass Avenue. The brand is called Scanty. It's a retro line of cotton pjs. Think Peter Max screened onto your dad's old oversized white thermal pajama top. Yeah, that's pretty much what it looks like. Ok, I'm crawling in to them right now and watching me some Jon Stewart. Good night | | |
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| Bliss
You didn't get to heaven but you made it close.
My mom is four blocks from the beach so I spent hours walking along the sand listening to the soothing sounds of birds and braking waves. The sea salt air, my toes all covered in wet sand...very settling.
It's been a crazy busy couple of weeks. I was in Chicago and now I just got back from NY.
If your fantasies are
Dressed up in travesties
Enjoy yourself with no regrets
The interesting thing about returning to your hometown and seeing family and old friends is you tend to take inventory of what you were and what you have become. I blamed many external conditions for my reasons for leaving NY, but mostly, I blamed my mom who was quick-tempered and ruled by fear. Now that most of my tempestuous and unconventional tendencies have been put to ease, I realize that I left to satisfy an urge to dig beneath the surface. I felt too sheltered in Valley Stream. New York city is certainly capable of expanding anyone's perception, but if I was planning on turning over rocks to look beneath them, it was probably best not to do it too close to home. Now I know I was just hiding. Hiding from my parents, my friends, myself. I was frightened that the things I found fascinating and could not resist would not be supported by those I loved and held in high esteem. I did not want to be judged. The pilgrimage home looks quite a bit different than the journey out. I've changed. Seems we all have. Life does that. I'll encourage and defend anyone's choice to live a life full of electrifying passion and discovery. That is what I wanted and I have no regrets. Now, I'm happy to live life at a more peaceful and steady pace. I wouldn't go back to the person I was if I could.
Land of the Hungry Spirits
While my mom may never drop her sword, it is at least fortunate that she is no longer sharpening her blade on me. I'm also learning, albeit slowly, to create a more harmonious place for us to share. She's doing better. They took the cast off her foot and her rehab ended. So it makes perfect sense that she now wants to go home. The more I see, the more I am convinced we made the right decision. She is getting excellent care and the proper socialization for someone her age. I took her several blocks down the main drag to Cold Stone creamery. Sadly, the traffic terrified her and she was very self conscious of the wheel chair. Still, I think she was glad to get out and see the area.
Land of the Long Limbed
I spent the 232nd birthday of the USA in front of Liz and Joe's house, along side...drum roll...Liz, watching fireworks spill down the sky upon our heads. Yes, we were that close. Nostalgia was back in the spotlight...big time. Fireman's Field is right across the street from her. It was a huge block party. Liz and Joe had festivities in back. The next day, I planned on seeing August, Osage County but decided I would rather spend time with Liz. Those who know me know that kind of trade off is only done for someone who means the world to me. And damn, I love her kids! Every time I leave their house I miss the laughter and hugs of my friend, her husband and their beautiful gazelle like children. This home carved a place deep in my soul.
FISH. I ate it every chance I got. I ate it here and here,here and of course,
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I even woke up at 4 AM to go out on my brother's fishing boat. A couple of restaurants are Zagat rated... all are superb.
I thought I would of taken more photos but it was a rather frenetic week. I stayed with my closest sister-in-law. I got to hang with her daughter and her four sisters. That was special. I've been wanting to do that for a while. I saw many old friends and made a new one. Quite a bit happened. And while I would love to spill the beans with you more... I'm tired. Very tired. So ciao and I promise to be reading your blogs really really soon.
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