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passed up "a return to love" guru marianne williamson's lecture for mogador cafe w/b. found inner peace in the mouth-watering baba ganoush! he went on to poker night w/the boys & i window-shopped my way home. fondled sidewalk-sale slippery polyester disco duds @routine six (350 e. 9th st.) outta sight! just like ones i had in grade school: and only $5/ea! on monday night i went to max fish to pick up my signed spencer tunick group "nude" photo. well, it was supposed to be nude, but some doofus at the voice leaked the location last summer, and when we all showed up ready to strip @5am, the cops were ready with restraining bracelets. so the photo is clothed. and i am not telling where/when the next one is, unless you plan to get naked with me. ha. apres, i walked down ludlow st. looking for cheap eats & saw janeane garofalo. now i know there are 5million NYC women who look just like her--but it was definitely her! ain't she cool? had crispy pickles, split pea soup, and home brew @katz's deli. picture of the owner w/bald beauty billy zane on the celeb wall beside me made me feel specially blessed. in theatre: my writer/reviewer friend had tuesday orchestra comps to saturday night fever. i have to say, i'm glad i didn't have to pay for it. i adore the bee gees--barry gibb is my lion-maned-silver-lame manifestation of the christ. his falsetto soothes me, and SNF just ain't the same w/o it. the young lead did his best john travolta impression…he was a triple threat, but lacked the confidence & star quality to sell me. the next night i saw eve ensler's the vagina monologues. sat adoringly at her feet in the front row. was NOT a man-basher nite, but a celebration of women's empowerment. i now feel the courage to add *vagina* & *cunt* to my everyday vernacular! eve made wonderful reference to betty dodson's self-love workshops. everyone should see VM--mothers, daughters, girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands. on thursday, joined a fellow buffy fan for fringe show "scream creek" @pyramid club. a marvelous WB parody of all the teen dramas--scream, moesha, dawson, time of your life. the student actors made the most of hyper-playing cardboard caricatures and it was *way* fun. went to beauty bar afterwards, and the crowd was not *too* straight & union squarish, yay. friday found me ushering for "between the mysts" @limelight. taught me a thing or 2 about morgan le fay. i knew she was in the king arthur tales, but better knew "her" FABulous store in soho (151 spring st.)! toured the club before the late night crowds arrived--geeked by the cyborg effects in the h.r. giger room, woo hoo! on my way home, saw woody harrelson in my neighborhood for the 2nd time in 2 days, wearing an irish knit fisherman scarf. he's here doing the rainmaker, which i really only know from the happy days ep w/fonz & mrs. c. i don't think i'll see the show because he just freaks me. he's a natural born killer. saturday, my solo "date w/me!" day, got a neck rub from the sidewalk shiatsu guys, saw david lynch's the straight story. it can't be missed! dropped in a tiny bookshop on mercer, made my usual rounds: biography, lit crit, then cruised thru fiction just for fun & found (da da da dum!) douglas coupland's new book miss wyoming, not due out until 1/00. is manna from heaven. i must be god's favorite! fave director, fave author, in *same day*. i walk on a cloud to cinema classics & settle down to read DC before the rest of the world does. i feel so worthy! halloween, and for the 1st yr. of my whole life i am not in the mood. seems i dress up and see freaky people ALL the time here--how is this day any different? still, i pour cheap wine into a travel coffee mug and stand out on the sidewalk @6th ave. to watch the parade. my brother ran to the corner bodega and bought m&m's and foster's pounders. we counted princess amidala's & darth mauls. costumes were a let down--last year there were tons of bill & monica's, a couple mulder & scully's, & lots of giulianis. this year there were a lot of…insects. a commentary on the NYC killer blood-suckers & pesticide freak-out of a few mths. ago? or symbolic of some kafka-esque millennial metamorphosis? can you feel the change coming? i am spinning & spinning, ready and waiting to emerge beauteous, with wings.
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