on being rude to carley simon
In food news, I visited the Donut Pub last night at about 12:30 AM on my walk from working the late shift at Kim’s to the decrepit-ass L train at Union Square. L train is so lame.
As you might imagine, the wearying walk from Christopher Street to Union Square at midnight in the misting rain after a long busy day of renting out pornography, as well as the prospect of a 90-minute subway commute with a train packed full of drunken tight-pants, required a delicious, freshly-baked donut reward. Donut Pub is no Doughnut Plant , but a Boston Creme is a Boston Creme.
In other news, I just had an interaction with Carly Simon at the video store.
She and her blond handler/consort/stylist/young husband or whatever came in and asked if they could return videos from the other Kim’s location. When I answered “no” they then asked if the other Kim’s had pickup service, to which I sneered some sort of reply along the lines of “No, you need to return the videos to the store where they came from.”
Only when they left did the customer I was then helping inform me that it was a celebrity.
“Did you see who that was?”
“No, it looked like a sun-baked zombie wearing big, black sunglasses.”
My bad, Carly. I mean, I like your songs. I think you probably did a lot for the credibility of women in popular music. But like, why this celebrity black sunglasses living dead bullshit? I also get it that you are rich and famous and dated Mick and everything. But come on now- a video pickup service? Don’t you have some houseboys for that or something?
May 4th, 2008 at 2:25 pm
groan….you are trying too hard
May 5th, 2008 at 9:01 am
So don’t read it, “gerry”! At least leave your dang blog URL so I can see how hard you’re trying. And for the record I’m not trying at all.