August 27, 2003

Sometime back in August we went to a party at Paul's house that he labeled "The Horror in Harlem" - The unintentional horror being that it was like 200 degrees up in that bitch. I am not kidding. Paul and his boyfriend had made this amazing spread of yummy deserts and their place was obviously super cool but me and my cohorts spent the entire affair locked in a bedroom next to the air conditioner. I didn't even venture out when I found out that Queen Esther from the It Factor was in the other room. And I have to be under some extreme duress to ignore an Unscripted Actor*

I did manage to pull out the camera for a minute or two. Or three.

There is more to the story than just the heat...I am just too tired to tell stories tonight.

Liz sent me this a long while back. It is an interview with Mr. California done by some guy named Alex Johnson...I have no idea who Mr. Johnson is, but Mr. California is musical genius.

*Otherwise known as Reality Star.

August 25, 2003

Its me... Noreen... I'm back.... or at least I think I am. Jim and I and the cats have relocated to Brooklyn -which seems to have more in common with a third world county than the media center of America. I am working off of a DIAL UP right now. My area does NOT HAVE DIGITAL CABLE. And the phone company seems to change its mind daily over whether or not we can get a DSL line up in this place. Oy vey. The indignity of it all.

Anyway, I have felt naked without this site to vent on. No, not naked.... repressed...No, more like the man has got me down...What man? The guy who wired the streets of Brooklyn. He and his kind are on my shit list (and that is one long, long list at the moment).

Ok, enough of my feeling sorry for myself. And yay for Jen! the master poster for, oh the past month and half or so....Little did she know when she agreed to post here for two weeks that it would go on and on as it has. And honestly, I had no intention of picking this site up at all until I got me some high speed access. Until today that is. When I received this email from Lisa Wisely:

"I miss allrockkity so much. I like Jen and all but she's no you and when I read the stuff and she speaks in the first person...I get confused. You were not a wedding in Seattle. You were drunkenly kicking me in the head this weekend. I have bruises EVERYWHERE."

I did kick her in the head this weekend! I'm not even gonna explain that, cos it sounds too good sans explanation.

Wanna see what else happened?

Chase made this amazing rendition of Lisa in cake form. Are you impressed? I was.

We partied like teenagers this weekend. And yeah, I just used party as a verb. Me, Leese and Jim got back to our place at 9am. That's 9 IN THE MORNING. I have not fully recovered since. But it brought back memories... massive hangovers, being 19, being 21, being 23...friendship, puking, exhalting in the fact I have a real bed at this point in my life, going with whereever the night took me. Taking a cab in the morning sunlight with makeup smeared down your cheeks...Now that is living folks. Don't let anyone tell you different.

Ben and Dave from Richmond joined this band J.Church, which I have been told has been around forever, but that I have never heard of . "Ex members of Cringer!" is what Ro said, and it still didn't ring a bell. I'm obviously not as cool as I thought I was. They played at Northsix last week and we went to see them and the best part was Dave brought his daughter Eva. Very, very cute.

Ben gave me a copy of his comic the Snake Pit. Buy it here.

Oh and go see Dose, The Musical.

Happy Birthday Lisa!!!!!!!!!!

Did you miss Jenny? She's right here....