It didn't take much. The air is brisk. I struggle early, but finish strong. I'll be sore tomorrow, and that's okay. He made a good call.
At the Mercury Lounge, I meet up with Stef (formerly of Big Exit, RIP), who's running merch for Normandie/theSTART. I interrupt a conversation, but make friends with her friends because that's what I do. I stretch the truth and tell them we met through mutual friends, and this makes sense, because that's how New Yorkers meet each other.
Usually it's not over the Internet. That still strikes people as odd.
theSTART does two sets: first as a side project (Normandie) and then again as themselves. The side project is them, but the heavy, goth rock version. Their own stuff is danceable and incredibly catchy. I find myself singing along to hooks I didn't know I knew.In sum, Normandie is probably more interesting musically, but theSTART is just fucking fun.
Stef is talking to a cute blonde. I take advantage of Twitter and DM her that this one's a winner. She says this is a friend. I joke that it's too bad she has no chance and I have a lady. She shakes her fist at me after reading that. I text back that I'm a nuisance, and she should learn to love it. She already has.
My girl texts. It's something of a challenge. I'm pretty sure we passed this one.
I meet up with Omni, Homeless Ryan K, Ryan's girl, Ryan's friend, and Ryan's friend's girl. Homeless is here from Minneapolis, and there are few hours for this interaction. I end up deep in conversation with his girl, jumping from careers you care about to roommate drama and relationships, sometimes diverging wildly to discuss basketball with the boys. She is a keeper. I later tell him to keep her.
Ryan refuses money for his CD until I press it in his palm. She should keep him, too.
I walk away from their cab to go home. I reach Kenmare and turn right, away from Bowery. That decision stops making sense very soon. I backtrack to Spring and head up to Houston, making sure not to stumble into traffic. I arrive home to type this. I needed to know it happened.
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