the queen is indisposed today
the queen does not want to post blogs
the queen has no waterproof shoes and gets her socks wet
the queen misses patrick
her favourite courtesan
this is Bacaro for Kazumi welcome dinner with all girls
every photo of Bacaro looks like this:
i have like a hundred of these i mean the queen chicken has 100
the queen chicken finds the peasants revolting
the peasants are revolting!
yes they are aren’t they
aurel and i went to takahatchi on our date day
first we went to beacon’s closet and sold clothes and then bought crap we didnt need with the money
then we went to a bookstore then we went to takahatchi wait that is now ok now
this is sad: TWICE in my life i have bought this book, thinking vaguely that i was buying an important work of feminist literature, then discovering it was written by a gay dude and is about some chick struggling wtih Victorian social morees and an italian kiss in the violets.
of course the book i keep THINKING i am buying is of course “A Room of One’s Own”, and the fact that i have done this twice and thus have read this not terribly interesting book twice, is well humbling to say the least
the queen hates huble pie, the queen prefers sushi!
and sake lagoons
aurel and i then very ill-advisedly went from my house and induced euphoria to Santos burlesque tribute
it was kinda awesome and kinda way more than we bargained for
“keep it on”
Liz Renay tribute
it reminds me of “Mutz Gone Nutz”
Slutz Gone Nutz
Rubenesque sluts gone nuts
ZAFTIG sluts gone nutz
aurel and i ran away to another party
jack walls dj’ed at bowery electric, i think the kickoff of his new party, and ryan hosted and lotsa people were there dancin
rita ackermann looked really sexy i dont know if it comes across in these photos
she saw me taking photos of her so i stopped
jack was hiding behind the oddly centrally located big brick wall thing, playing odd disco and “hidden 70s”
sean and colin showed up
i told sean i missed patrick and he was like “so?”
fuck you sean! even though it is your birthday today so i guess i cant say this just now.. hmmm….
without patrick i am forced to make simple foods with instructions on the back of them
and walk the streets alone
its a long time till another holiday friends!
unless art shows are causes for celebration, then february is going to be hot potatoes!
heat up the bricks! ben jones on february 5th