Love Seat Po-tah-to

I promised myself I'd cut down on the weed smokin', and I have - somewhat. The main problem with it isn't that it impairs my ability to think correctly, or get things done - in fact, it enhances those things. But when I smoke pot, it irritates the pinched nerve in my spine/hip and makes it hurt a lot more. Then I drink to make that pain go away, and all hell breaks loose. Maybe now that I'm gainfully employed, I can get some kind of prescription that will make it all work out.

I just did about 3 hits which is just right for now.

The ipod oracle and I spent the afternoon trudging up and down Flatbush in the heat (it's 80-sumpin' here today), checking out the "discount" furniture places for an inexpensive Loveseat/futon/couch for Vaclav Hovel. Nothin' doin, everything was way out of my price range so I ended up getting socks and underwear at Triangle Sports and taking the subway home.

I did a reading of David Jenness' screenplay, USSA, in midtown with a bunch of other artstars on Thursday night. Luckily, I wasn't cast as one of the characters who has to speak in a Russian or southern accent. Apparently, I lack the chromosome necessary to do accents well (it must be the same one needed for impressions, too). Anyway, it was fun to do something laid back and mellow like a reading with such awesome people. Feedback was that the audience really seemed to like the script, which is great for David. He's got some fantastic irons, hard earned and well deserved, in the fire right now.

Ok, Blowdryer just called me and invited me to go on her plus-one with her to some event at the Sex Museum tonight. That girl is the hardest person to understand on the phone - maybe she has a crappy phone. I still don't know what exactly it is I'm going to, but I was able to glean that Rev is also going, it starts at 830, and it's at the Museum of Sex.

Update: Rev just called and told me it's Annie Sprinkle's book launch party, which should be fun. She also told me the following hilarious anecdote about JB:

Apparently, Rev was talking to someone and mentioned the name Jennifer Blowdryer. The woman said:

"Oh my God. She was my kid's first babysitter."

"Oh yeah? How was she? Is she a good nanny?"

"I came home, and my daughter was licking jam out of a bowl"

ok, need to metro-cize myself and try to get out w/in the hour.

Here's a pic of me Bruce Ronn took at the anti slam a couple of weeks ago: