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August 18, 2002

Getting Lit Well, my

Getting Lit
Well, my little cultural adventure is off to a rip-roarin' start. Friday night my friend Heidi and I went to Avenue C. I had a wild hair and a burr in my bonnet. I was in a mood and needed to let off a little steam. We started at the Alphabet Bar but never got through the door. As we were being carded by the doorman the previous door person saw my Texas ID and said she too was from Texas. Well, that immediately got me fired up about a new TITC convert and Heidi, I, and our new Texas friend Alex walked across the street to Zum Schneider for a beer and a chat. Alex is really nice. She moved to the city in May and rooms with another Texan. She has a degree in advertising which speicalizes in "account planning". After Alex left, Heidi began making noise that she might want to go home. So I began to finish the last of my beer. As I was doing this the man next to me accidently elbow-ed me in the shoulder. I glanced at him, he apologized and I smiled and forgave him. Then his friend pushed same elbow into me again. Oh geez. The mating rituals of New Yorkers...and that was how Heidi and I met Greg and John. We chatted for awhile. Greg and John were intellectual property lawyers for the "hottest IP lawfirm in the country". Really? I think Kambri's boss at Saelens might have something to say about that. Anyway. Greg and John had apparently been out with a larger group of people which had included Greg's wife of more than a few years. Greg had proposed to his wife after 17 days. Wow! He said he waited that long just to make it seem respectable; he knew after two days. So those "love at first sight things" aren't just urban legends. So now that Greg had dutifully made it clear he wasn't on the market we could all chat and have fun and not worry about stepping on anyone's toes. Turns out Greg is very into toes but that is another story. After a little more chatting, Heidi was sufficiently revived and we all decided to go to Lit Bar; a current "in" spot that Greg was very connected to. Off we go.

Lit is an interesting bar. The citysearch review calls it alternative glam and that is exactly what it is. A kind of unpretentious hodgepodge of people in all dress. There were tattoes and spikes and multicolored 3-dimensional hairdos and regular joes like Greg and John and nice girls like me and Heidi. A really nice melting pot of the social masses. The bar has a gallery in the back of the main floor which was currently showing the macabre and sci fi art of noted Tattoo artist Paul Booth. The gallery was locked so I thought we would have to settle for viewing these dark images of carnage and sci fi from afar...that is until Greg got us the hook up. The owner, a lovely man named David, unlocked the gallery for our personal viewing. I am glad he did too. My favorite of Paul's work, titled "mother" was on the wall we couldn't see from the glass windows. What a blast! Yes I admit it was rather elitist. Especially when you see all of these bar patrons trying to pull on a locked door to get into the gallery while watching our party of four leisurely enjoying the work and a fascinating conversation with one of the bar's owners. I admit that was a little fun.

After the gallery we went to the downstairs where we were escorted to a private room which was a makeshift storage area and mini-gallery. Three pieces of art hung on the walls; each piece a representation from three of the bar's four owners. David's piece was actually pretty interesting. All color and a three-dimensional purple classic car emerging from it. It was vibrant. I liked it alot. Next to his was a picture of a naked woman lying in such a way that all you could see were her face, her left hand resting on her hip and her vagina. Umm, it was definitely a shocker. Out there. But interesting nonetheless. I didn't see the other painting too well as I was sitting on the couch underneath it with John while deconstructing the vagina picture. We left that room and made our way to the common rooms. We sat on a black leather couch and chatted. Greg was getting really trashed. I know this because it was during this time that I discoverred that Greg has a sort of yen for feet. He proceeded to give me the best foot massage I have ever had in my life. This was definitely a little weird. Here we are in a bar and a married man is giving me a foot massage that was so good I immediately sobered up and probably could have run a 5k. A little trashy? Maybe. I am trying not to judge. In my family, foot rubs are everything and besides I was kind of hanging out with John at this point and he was sitting right next to me. It was all innocent; at least on my part and that's what counts.

Heidi and I left the bar at about 4:30am. It turned out to be a great night. I got to get a little crazy in a very controlled environment and to purge that burr that was so firmly lodged at the beginning of the evening. I also exchanged cards with John T Johnson. Yes that's his real name, at least according to his card.

Posted by mermu at August 18, 2002 03:19 PM

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