April 10, 2004

Thai Food Aventure and MisShapes

Ahhh, good old Saturdays! This entry's not anything over the top, but there wasn't any room for it in this month's whopping April Roundup - so, here goes!

fatty — I met up for the traditional brunch with Fatty and Grant over at Theresa's on 2nd Ave. Here's Fatty with his new breakfast concoction, the JHam Sandwich. (Jam and ham, get it? Oh, you did? You were just too busy throwing up in your mouth? Ahh, I see.) *BURP*

After brunch we decided to walk over to Thompkins Square Park and do a little people watching and lookee what we found...

...a bunch of college freshmen playing a boom box and self-conciously dancing while trying really hard to pass off their insecurity as irony. (The fact that I was standing four feet from them laughing and unabashedly taking pictures probably didn't help). It only took a glance to imagine the conversation that had been held minutes earlier at an NYU dorm cafeteria table that prompted this "happening."

Kid in the Green shirt: "Do you know what's lame? The fact that people just don't dance, man. I mean, it's like we spend our whole lives being afraid and then one day, we die. That's just so sad. Know what I'm saying?"

Token Asian Friend in Bad Hat: "I'm totally picking up what you're laying down, nigga. Why don't we all go to the park after breakfast and just dance? Just like forget everyone and dance. Let's just totally let go and take it to anotha level. I bet if we do it long enough, everyone else will join in and it will be a big ironic party! I've a boom box and a pair of track pants upstairs. What about the rest of y'all? Y'all with me?"

The best thing I've ever seen in my life was this pack of eight year-old girls from the Lower East Side who rolled up on their bikes to watch in disbelief. Their collective look of "WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE CRACKERS DOING?" cannot even be described.

After watching them try to make sense of the situation for more than five minutes, Grant and I wandered over and tried to make things more interesting. We explained (er, ok - lied) to the girls and told them that the kids were dancing as part of a hidden camera show - they were dancing stupid on purpose in hopes that people would yell stuff at them and heckle them - but the problem was, no one had heckled them yet. We told the girls that if they started shouting insults, they'd totally get to be on MTV. We let them ponder that for a few minutes, and then slunk back to enjoy the magic that ensued. Needless to say, the Dance Revolution packed up and headed back to their NYU dorm in a fucking (embarrassed) jiffy.

david k, miye — Saturday night I met up with David and Miye (my favoritest married couple) in Nolita and we headed out to Hoodside, Queens to check out Sripraphai, which a Thai friend of David's had told him was the "hands down the best authentic Thai food in NYC."

david k, miye — Hahaha. Look at David licking his lips as he peruses the menu.

david k, miye — David's friend ended up being right on the money. The food was totally out of this world (and reeeediculously cheap). If you live in NYC, hop on the 7 train and make a special trip. It's worth it. Here's a Google link to a bunch of reviews of the place (apparently, it's highly regarded by lots of people).

On the subway ride home I chastised David for wearing "mandals." *shudder*

carol, marjorie — After returning home and doing an hour of jumping jacks to ensure I'd exorcised the majority of my spicy thai burps, I met up with Vinay and we headed over to Misshapes.

I used to never go out on Saturday nights but the Misshapes party is always fun. It's pretty much only kids that are there to dance and have fun instead of just standing in the shadowy corners and acting sulky. Ok, actually there's a lot of that too, but at least it's occasionally punctuated with a move being busted.

carol — And if Carol's there, she'll totally flash you her tits. So hey, tits.

amber — See? Moves being busted.

And look, another bizarro me! Er, bizarra me?

amber, lauren flax — Amber and Lauren.

amber, lauren flax — Ding-dong! Nipple doorbell!

vin — Vin.

Hey, it's this guy! I remember he came up and said hi and for some reason that merited a photo, but I've since totally forgotten why.

natalka — But hey, he's friends with Natalka, so he's good in my book.

amber, geordon — "Holy shit Amber, is she ringing your titty like it's a doorbell?"

carol, me — Should I even bother pretending that there's a narrative in here somewhere anymore?

carol, marjorie — Marjorie and Carol.

amber — Crazy Amber.

lauren flax — Amber bypasses the "doorbell" and goes right for THE KNOCKERS!

lauren flax, me — Lesbians are as magical as unicorns because if you're a straight boy you're totally allowed to play with their titties and it's A-OK.

greg k, leigh — Lookee here, it's Greg K and little Leigh. Sitting there all cute, totally oblivious to my master plan to make out with her. Well, the wheels are in motion baby, just you wait and see.

amber, me, vin — Me, Amber and the Vin.

geordon, me — (A Camel-faced looking) Me and Geordan.

Sure he might wear blue socks, but that doesn't mean that he won't dance you right off the floor until your standing there watch him do his thang with tears in your eyes because you know that the girl you had a crush on in the purple skirt is totally going to end up playing with his ding dong before the night is over.