Saturday, November 25, 2006


SEAGULL

Actually left the house twice to head downtown today, which is something of an anomaly. Usually when I return from downtown, I can’t bear the idea of getting back on the train. Getting anywhere is exhausting, and where we live is like traveling from the hinterlands to civilization, a refuge from the congestion and over stimulation.

Tonight though, friends of Cara’s were having a birthday party for Dusty, partner of Shaun Cottle who along with former Le Tigre member Johanna Fateman is one of the co-owners of Seagull, a hair salon down in the West Village that recently had a write up in The New York Times. Cara works there on Saturdays so the plan was for me to just come down and meet her.

I left the studio at 10pm and it took about an hour to get down there, I was even able to finish the Nick Drake biography Darker that the Deepest Sea (which is quite good if you’re a Drake fan at all). If anything all this subway riding has increased my word consumption, so I kind of savor the opportunity.

Down in the West Village it was crowded with club goers and diners, vastly different from my neighborhood where our streets are almost deserted except for people returning from Synagogue. The weather has been amazing, warm days and mild nights. People were actually walking around in t-shirts, though it was probably around the mid 50s.

The party had a nice sized crowd, and It was strange to find quite a few of the folks at the party were from Seattle. I even recognized one guy from my brief stint at The Stranger years ago.

The hardest thing here apart from the size and scope of this place is meeting people if you’re not into the bar or club scene. It was good to get out and meet a few new faces and I particularly enjoyed conversing the two blokes from Norway.

Cara and I left and grabbed a bit a corner falafel joint that had the worst veggie burger ever. I also hated that they use those pita pockets for their sandwiches instead of the thick solid kinds that wrap around your food. Those pocket things never stay in one piece and whatever you’re eating usually falls apart in some big heap, not to mention no matter how fresh they are they always end up tasting like cardboard.

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