What happened to staying home with beloved LL on Saturday night, watching a Netflix movie, buying a frozen salad at Safeway and mix the four?. I was out again yesterday at Andy L’s gorgeous house for his birthday : the cake was delicious, the birthday boy too, the crowd was charming and I was drunk as usual.
At one point, I was in a group which was discussing how everybody was high on TV back in the days and mentioned Judy Garland, Liza Minelli, Elmo, various Broadway Shows and 90’s kid’s shows. These are always uncomfortable moments for me and I found myself laughing a bit too loudly along 
with the other guests at the group’s nostalgic jokes and imitations hoping that nobody would notice I had no idea what they were talking about (I never even watched the “Wizard of Oz”). Whenever people mention Judy Garland or the Brady Bunch, I want to cry or interject “Did you know that Soccer is popular with both sexes in Haiti?.I always feel like this kid that went to psych ward instead of high school and missed out on everything. God forbids someone points out I am actually not trying hard enough to integrate myself and have the INS place me in one of those gay pop culture re-education camp with Japanese people. My USA popular culture knowledge is completely limited to everything that happened in this glorious nation of ours in August 2000. I am conscious that Elmo and other ridiculous Muppets shaped the way my mid/late twenties friends are thinking (the fact that everybody was high on these shows might explain a lot actually) but what am I supposed to do to make up for years of not watching US television ? I already find myself very busy trying to keep up with my time without cable, high speed internet or venereal diseases in my house and just discovered music blogs and Wonder boy. Thank god, as I was silently sobbing at the party, Chief Justice William R. decided to elegantly pass away and the conversation shifted to an area I felt slightly more comfortable with. Yes People from America you need to remember that: when you were eating popcorn in front of television in your luxurious trailers, the German were occupying Madrid and the only game my brother and I would play was “osselets” with the bones of the rat we had for diner that night...f***ing spoilt brats. Mental note: I was told that Liza Minelli is an ugly has-been.
After having a great time with Andy L. and his gorgeous guests, I decided that a trashy tour of Cobalt was of circumstance. As I was already drunk, I don’t remember much besides running into Thomas B. and Alex S. who commented on my blog while stressing “I do not read it, people talk to me about it”. I feel that reading my blog is like sleeping with Rodolphe B. or William B.: nobody admit having slept with them yet many people know details about their anatomy. See you at Taint.
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