Backtracking Updates from afar:Overactions and excercises in paradox

Saturday, April 15th, 2006
12:43 pm
Overactions and excercises in paradox
I have come home again. Tonight finds me back at my computer in the first city I ever fell in love with, content and warm within my house on oak. Looking forward to another long night of work and a sunday reacclimatizing to central standard time.
I can still hear the sound of the subway trains roaring around in my head and the smell of the streets lingers in my clothes and hair. Sitting on my soft bed is a welcome change from the hard hotel mattress covered in plastic Id been calling a bed for the last four days.(Who does that? leave the plastic moving cover on the mattresses jesus.. its all crinkly n shit under the sheets when your trying to go to sleep...Not that I spent a whole lot of time sleeping on it anyway.)
I saw a shit load of places in the last four .....you think I bar and party hop allot here. Watching the steel and wood structures all around me sway in and out of my blurry vision. Playing pool with the locals and laughing my ass off at nothing in particular other than everything was new and interesting. Seeing the familiar graffiti of your friends on walls in the upper east village. Making friends for a night and drinking the bartender under the table. Purchasing drugs from dealers with Loyalty tattooed on their neck.....Spilling out of one bar at 3 am and making our way to a stairway in the sidewalk. Three steps underground to another bar where the djs talk shit into the mic and the bartenders cant wait to meet you shot for shot. Sloppy drunk boys donning button up shirts and heavy accents...Baggy jeans,polo shirts,NY hats and sharp features. Girls in less than fashionable banana republic garb with designer handbags or painted on jeans with hipster jewelry and boots.In one subway out another over under one platform stops and becomes another traveling through a mass of concrete and glass.
Filming porno into the wee hours of the morning drunk and giggling as I am the director and you are the cast members...oh yes .... I think Ive found a new career. Porn director...extrodinare. Morning finds me swerving through brownstones to the bridge. Traffic blows towards me as I stand above them watching the sun rise and the lights on the bridge fade to dark. Train comes to whisk me back uptown. To meet back at home base the hotel and find each other again my roomie/travel companion and I.
Ive never walked so much as I did in the last week. Walking along the Hudson river watching the brown water whisk past little swirls of activity pass by in a hurry. Cherry trees blooming all over made for a magical atmosphere and people scurry by jogging dog walking and site seeing. Ornate cement carvings loom above you gargoyles spy on you from the corners of the 20th floor. I saw harlem,Times Square,Madison Ave,choked back tears at grand central station as the beautiful summer nights sky stared back at me from the ceiling and laughter echoed from Rockafellers private bar in the balcony. Walked through central park with cherry blossoms floating in the air watching the skyscrapers from the green and listening to the world go by. Wondering if Ill ever take a trip with someone whom I can hold hands with at a moment like this. Wishing I was in love again as always on my adventures Ive yet to find a companion to share my discoveries with. Squirrels eating and hiding nuts chase after each other in delight at the spring weather. The metropolitan museum of art holds the best art and exhibits Ive ever seen...egyptian tombs come alive and victorian era houses still exist in their entirety. Greek statues stand within a stones throw of jesus art and the dark ages.
Dancing underground as the line grows outside....music blaring girls shaking it up and all around the bar. Little groups pop up and form little dance floors all over the club. Upstairs a pool bar and side lounge rage on dance free. Parlor style surroundings red velvets and gold fringe make for a classy transition from dance maniac to social drinker if you so desire. Djs play from the corners dancers pretty much dance where ever when ever how ever they feel. Out on the street its teeming with activity Rhythm and blues wafts out from across the street people surge from one place to another and its like your at the fair.. but its just a friday night in NYC.
I saw the gay clubs with all you can drink beer specials all night that looked sneakingly like castro clubs.I was so "pretty" I made some new and interesting hipster gay boy friends which you can never have enough of on any coast.The empire state lit up like a Christmas tree looms above you tulips wave yellow and pink all the way down the financial district streets at any moment there will always be someone talking a different language within ear shot and the cars lights and movement never stop. Not for a moment. I spent little time sleeping and eating...choosing to instead move about this great city for as much of the time as I possibly could. Absorbing as much of the beauty and magic as humanly possible in one trip. I found myself running to catch my flight on saturday morning on two hours of sleep happy and exhausted ready to watch the sprawling concrete and glass wonderland that is NY disappear in the plane window. Turn my watch back three hours and smoke some pot with my homies in our laid back paradise by the bay