What am I talking about? First row, center baby; I love rush tickets and my college ID. Sitting so close, I could see the sweat fly from the dancers' muscular bodies as they spun around. I even made eye contact a few times with the super cute faux Billy Joel, Michael Cavanaugh. Oh Michael...
Then a week goes by and all I can remember doing is working. Sometimes, I wish work didn't interfere with my life.
Friday I saw The Phantom of the Opera. It was a great production with amazing vocals. I sat rear mezzanine so I didn't get a chance to violate any cast member this time; though if I had it my way, I would have violated the strapping, young stud that sat five seats to my right.
Me + Saturday + Central Park + picnic x camera-snappin' Flickr folk = one crazy-ass time titled flickr nyc 2005 june picnic or Aaron's damn event [photos]. With the perfect weather, I'm glad I dragged Byrne to come along. This is by far my favorite photo; when I see it, it flawlessly invokes the mood and emotions I had.
Yesterday (Sunday), I worked up the courage to go to Folsom Street East. Of course I was scared; wouldn't you be if you were the little Asian in the midst of a few hundred huge, hairy, tattooed and pierced, boozed-up leather daddies in harnesses, chaps, and who-knows-what underneath? Actually, I know what was probably underneath because they were selling them right there on the street.
After a while, it wasn't so scary. They were out to have fun and I was having fun watching them have fun. Most of them were nice. I don't know where I got the impression they were rude, mean, yelling, spitting, spanking crazies. Probably from porn.
I also saw some bloggers; but was too shy to approach them. Then I got to wondering (about leather, not bloggers): what it would feel like to wear a leather harness. And some chaps. With or without something underneath. Hehe.
Just kidding! (Or am I?)