Frenchtuesdays, a Members Only - and a guest - event last night at Fizz.
Jean Phillipe and I cabbed up ensemble. Funny, when we arrived at the entry to the throng-filled, main rooom, for a second, or maybe two, everyone paused, and looked at us. I almost struck a pose, but instead, scanned and made eye contact with friends, then began the greet and kiss routine. I found that I couldn't take five steps without air-kissing an acquaintance.
The evening turned out to be, in the simplest of words, "nice." I experienced no stress (no lifeline requirements), no trepidation (no exes), and no expectations (not seeking right now, thanks). Just nice.
Quick catch-up with some of my girls. A hero. Surfer Girl agreed to do a first-pass logo for the NYC-based, film company-partnership I'm starting, with, well, a partner (!). Well holy shit.
Last weekend, Surfer Girl was getting lah-di-dah, body treatments at Gurneys, in Montauk, when she and a friend decided to drive up - ferry across to Shelter Island, then Greenport, then Orient Point, then across the Long Island Sound, then drive - to Foxwoods Casino in Connecticut. Last Saturday evening, wicked weather forced a steep temperature drop, an icy freeze-over, wind, and snow. The following day, a balmy ten degrees Fahrenheit, they zipped back down to the East End. Now that's balls.
The male-half of a new romance I've watched develop sat down and told me all about his new-found love. It sounds right, it looks right, and it is filled with hope and optimism. Simplicity. Just...nice.
Of course, I wore my thigh-high, high-heeled boots. My winter, stepping-out footwear, they are neoprene lined. Too cool. Or, in truth, toasty. And my higher, thigh-high, python-print stockings. Yowzah. Nice, and not so, at the same time.
Music, dancing, laughter, we called it a night at midnight.
Simple. Easy. Sometimes, that's just enough, that's just right.
(Then GV Wonder writes to say I should add a link to a website - which I hope does not exist - called www.mydaughterisfuckingabigblackgorilla.com to drive traffic here, to Moment Magnitude. Consider this a test.)
uhhh i'm drunk b/c i'm celebrating the first monday of the week. a fellow surfer buddy of mine came into to town so we had a quiet dinner, bottle of wine and then some at voyage in my hood to catch up. i know i am suppose to comment about the article but i am surfer girl and i do what i want. its not my fault my parents sent me to a catholic school which made me reblellious, its all their fault. so i am starting my new business called sufergirlism which is a new religion. i think religion is better than microsoft. all those intrested can email me for the first 6 commandments i came up with today during work. most basic rule of the religion: its all about surfergirl. ok lets start by bowing down and worshiping thee. love that, thank you. tomorrow you will be giving a bible. by the way porn, adultry, gambling, drinking, drugging, abortion and any kind of debacle is allowed in my religion. i knew that would grab your attention. sign up now or you won't make it through my pearly gates. the question is, will i be laughing when you die......that all depends on how faithful you are. so call 1.900.worship.me to gain a one class ticket to eternal happiness. thank you for your support and no tom cruise is not involved in this new business. i would never associate myself with psychos. good night and pleasent dreams.
love your pagan goddess,
surfer girl
Posted by: surfer girl | Monday, January 23, 2006 at 11:55 PM
It was nice and easy. I wish every night was like that. Thanks Holly for making it nice and easy for me since I met you. You have been my lifeline querida!!!!
Posted by: La Latina | Wednesday, January 18, 2006 at 10:02 PM