3.6.02 – life is weird, can i be your stylist?

life is weird. but generally in a good way. found the world’s greatest cafe in the village last night, i would go back there all the time just to sit on the cushioned window seat, drinking tea and reading something fashionable if only i could remember exactly where it is. jon & his roommate, garrett, were in nyc yesterday; they are actually the ones responsible for discovering said cafe. i think they originally wanted to go there because it was called the Esperanza Cafe and esperanza is just inherently funny. over funky over-priced teas garrett & i nearly bored jon to death comparing notes on our respective bengal cats (oh, does your cat chirp too? yeah! he makes these clicking sounds, like this! *cat noises* isn’t it scary how smart they are? mine always reminds me of a velociraptor when he’s hunting for his toy mice – you can actually see him thinking! mine can turn on the tv! oh, mine watches tv too! on and on, ad nausea). two contenders for Freak of the Week: the first was a guy who wandered through the Esperanza café a couple of times. he was talking loudly on his cell phone, pausing frequently to make sure that everyone around him was noticing him and his conversation – which wouldn’t have been weird except that the cell phone was actually a plastic toy phone with a coiled cord running inside his jacket, so that it looked like the phone was plugged into him. the Scary Freak of the Week would probably have to be the guy we encountered on the subway train later that night who was holding a 9mm in his lap, and actually loaded the clip into the gun while we were sitting across from him on the train (we got off at the next stop).

matt & i saw proof tonight on broadway – it was quite good. exactly the sort metaphysical math and science concepts meets humanity stuff that i really dig. jennifer jason leigh was starring in it; i thought she was an interesting actress to watch in terms of her physical characterization, but she has a voice that is clearly trained for the camera, not the stage. trying to project to the back of the house left her sounding nasal and strained, so that at intermission i heard people asking what sort of accent or impediment she was trying to affect. afterwards matt and i sat in a very 80’s hotel bar and over coffee and cheesecake i learned what an investment banker actually does, and he let me dissect the production we’d just seen. the cocktail waitresses fit right in to the 80’s scene we’d just walked in to; they had to wear these awful little black mini dresses with big poofy sleeves and a low-cut front. matt said, “i bet they get laid a lot.”