You can almost tell that's Hesta Prynn.
I saw her perform with Civil Shepherd at the Mercury Lounge last night, because she was a dear and put me on her "pay list" of 10 b/c I twatted @hestaprynnmusic about not realizing the show required advance ticketing. The set was good stuff ("Seven Sisters" is my jam. Well, either that or "Le Coq aux Folles.") and I caught up with Hesta afterward. We chatted, she signed my CD, I went home to watch Hell's Kitchen. "I'm not no bitch" is quickly becoming my favorite phrase of the summer. Anger management anyone? Bueller?
Also, if one were ... you know ... perhaps ... possibly hypothetically, even, to have fornicated in a stairwell and on a rooftop, does that leave "broom closet" as the only remaining in-building-but-outside-the-apartment option on the checklist? Just curious. You know ... for a friend. Right.
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Does the building have a boiler room? A shared storage area in the basement?
No idea how I thought of these places, since of course I don't engage in those sorts of activities...
(OK, that may be a teensy-weensy little lie. Whatever.)
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