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contours provocations
journal - 2003-0315 - sat 2200 Ok! Hot? Glass Roses! Rose-like Light! Tuesday, I made an entry about having respiratory problems again. Thus, I wound up staying home Wednesday, Thursday and Friday morning. There were several times, I felt very depressed, as though I'd never be ok again. However, I went in Friday afternoon and actually did ok. I even felt up to going grocery shopping after I got off. Before I get too far afield, I've got to mention a Thursday night ABC program - "Are You Hot?" None of this silly business about being able to act or sing or have talent. No need to be able to read Shakespeare aloud. Just a simple premise - Are You Hot! Sixteen contestants, eight men, eight women, are selected from each of four areas of the country. Each week, the sixteen are narrowed down to four/four. Then you can vote on line or by phone for the best two/two. The first week I saw it, I called a friend and said, "Are you watching this? It's trashy, tawdry and represents the worst of America. (PAUSE) Oh! I've got to go, the swimsuit competition is coming up!" I like the idea of a tv show totally without redeeming social merit. What's amazing is how seriously some of the contestants have been about being eliminated. Tissues and tears. "I just know I'm hot!" "How could I be eliminated!" "All my friends think I'm hot!" Did I mention the gorgeous guys in a semi-naked state? The sexiest guys are those who don't seem to be awed by their own attributes. Anyway, the program certainly perks up my Thursday evening. Last night, a few minutes after getting home, a friend rang wanting to know if I was interested in the "din din thing." BUT he first wanted to stop at Tuesday Morning - one of those discount, fire-sale kind of places. I asked what he was looking for, and he said "flowers." Ok! But these were glass flowers. A long dark green steam with a reddish blossom - rose, daffodil, cala lily, tulip, etc. He wanted a dozen roses and kept handing them to me. And I kept hoping I would not break them. I must admit they have a certain charm. Next stop was the restaurant. It's one of the few we both can agree on. He wanted the smoking section. So we waited. Names were called. We waited. Names were called. After about 30 minutes, he asked and discovered they'd skipped us. My words were, "Well, go in and throw the fuckers out. We were here first!" There were five, count them, FIVE, people dealing with seating. And they skipped us. The outside of the place is almost nondescript. In a New Orleans kind of way. But the inside is all neo art deco. Lots of reddish woods. There's a dark red reception desk. And behind that a curved wall covered in leather in a red and black harlequin pattern. And at the top, instead of being flat, the wall slopes at a 30 degree angle. Rows of pink and red intereconnected glass triangles sit atop the bar and the wall bathing the floor with a rose-like light. And the bottom portion of the bar seems to be covered in a some type of corrugated metal. Once we finally got seated, everything went along smoothly. Excellent food. Even the steamed veggies were good. It was a wee bit noisy, so we had trouble hearing each other. And of course, I always enjoy his conversation. In an effort to catch up with the mess I face at work because of being out so much, I went in this afternoon. And was able to sort out a few things. But I'm sure I'll be there tomorrow too. If I let it go, it grows exponentialy worse. So I feel duty bound to made a stab. Today was the St. Paddy's Dat parade. A really big event for downtown. Upwards of 40K people show up. But I had to work, so I had to forgo watching the floats and the tossing of beads. No opportunity to see drunken frat boys. Odd this compulsion to prance around in public and get drunk. PAX!
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