post-apocolypse

body and brain still crawling back up the side of the well...

i'm forty.

and i have the greatest friends in the world.

friday o2 offered to take me back full time, and my sister offered me the powerbook of my choice for my birthday.

apocalypse on saturday was as off-the-hook as i'd intended. Old artstars meeting new artstars, old friends making new ones. i got cards and cookies and kisses. beautiful women wrote me poems. tom nevin bought me a cigar. Alannah came up from arkansas just for the occasion. it was nice to see and hang out with Bex again, who kept freaking me out by looking like an ex-girlfriend out of the corner of my eye.

here are the few pics i managed to take. some were taken by jim melleon, too. i only posted a few since most of the pics from the party were taken in such an inebriated state, that the sober mind probably wouldn't make much of them. Rev Jen showed me some she took and they, too, are incomprehensible.

sunday was triple-date day: dodge, shapiro, tanya, noel, alannah and i went to the Basquiat show after hanging at Vaclav Hovel (my apartment) and "preparing" ourselves. later we ate mexican food in the slope while having fun with a young child who obviously preferred us to his boring parents who were paying no attention to him.

some great sets at the antislam weds: lopi, Valmonte Sprout, Vinny Fallon, and Jen X spring to mind, but everyone was really great. the theme seemed to be substance abuse, specifically alcoholism. i drank little bottles of sutter home cabernet instead of budweiser and had a good set - half reading, half remembering. didn't go to bowery afterwards - way too beat.

tonight Rev gave me a spongebob plush doorbell. i wonder where i should put it.