I made it to LL’s chelsea lavish Mansion with my stilettos all ready for Fashion week. The place is indeed charming: it even comes with a KMZ and a miniature Eiffel Tower: toadeaters feel at home there !. On my way there, I had a few thoughts... I had some uncaring thoughts too, of course, but I'll keep them to myself.
- A trip to NYC is always an opportunity for me to compare DC and NYC cab drivers. Of course that is not flattering to the district, DC drivers are like fresh off the boat rough little foreign kids that have not been spanked enough: despicable, smelly and noisy. I won’t even talk about the fact that they are all shameless crooks: I think I raised that point in a past entry anyway. I will, however, mention the fact that they bawl on their cell phone in disharmonious foreign languages. This would be borderline acceptable if they would have picked you hitchhiking but it is just insufferable when it is a paid trip. If you try an engaging “what you say ?” or "I had oral sex with your son last night" as an answer to their pagan mumbling, they offensively point at their hand free headsets. There is nothing you can do to distract yourself from their annoying unintelligible private conversation: no iPod sufficiently loud, no book sufficiently good. Anyway what do they have to say for so long ? they are cab drivers for god’s sake ! if they had anything to say they would be seating behind a desk, writing a novel or speaking on TV like everybody else. To whom do they talk ? their family is back home. Is there a special cell phone plan for cab drivers ? My bet is that they are speaking to other cab drivers that annoy other clients in some other part of the district. In my youth, cab drivers would have discussed with you about the weather and other banalities: their innocence was charming and refreshing. But now, it is over, they mumble a “where yáll going ?” and then start shouting again in their phone. As gratuities have become mandatory, there is no way to pressure them in talking to you with some financial threat inuendos. It is time for the DC cab driver commission to just declare that all cab drivers are expected to stay silent if they are not invited to speak by their customer. Or better what about a mystery cab client with a license to kill or burn the letters C-R-O-O-K on the forehead of bad performers ? …just trying to offer solutions to the district cab problem… I am just saying.
- At Reagan National, they give you blue little sleepers now so that when you go through Security and you take off your shoes, you do not touch the dirty floor with your delicate barefoot or gay white socks. It is very cute all these suit wearing businessman and hip-hop drug dealers in the same line wearing ridiculous blue tiny sleepers. It looks like we are all waiting for spray tanning or plastic surgery. Good times. Good memories.
- On the plane, the woman seating next to me was called “Zimmerman” and was eating pretzel: it felt safe I had taken the right flight yet I spent the next 1:30 hours trying to avoid eyes contact in case she wanted to talk to me. I was reading major gay press which usually guarantees that the person next to me participates in avoiding eye contact. On page 50 of Metroweekly this week, I could not believe they misspelled “Jesus Christ”’s name, they wrote “Crhist”, no wonder the US is so afflicted these days, that would piss me off too if I was God’s son and they started misspelling my name.
- In blogorama today, you get a link to Rich Tafel who is an ex-log cabin republican leader a bit like I am an ex-alcoholic. As well as another music blog I found. And finally Chrisafer open letter to Papa-Joe. That should keep you busy while LL and I go have diner to "Half King".
Un besito de Nueva York
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