My new friend: Miss Jay

Hiya

Things have been crazy.

Let’s step back and take a look: I’m trying to remember the night, cos they’re all blurring into one. I think it was the night of Tao’s opening. I think that was after the night I said goodbye to Golden Pony Boy, drunk and crying outside the Blue Note. He looked me in the eye and said “You’re alright.” I said “Yeah, I’m better than that guy” and pointed to some dirty hairy bum passed out on the street next to us.

I was alright too, I was just drunk and Mr. T had been talking about how cute Golden Pony Boy was and it just drove me a bit nuts. Mr. T’s been doing that a bit lately.

But where was I? Oh yeah, I think it was Tao’s opening night. No, it was the night we went back to Mr. T’s place. The night I was wearing a low-cut top and everyone was obsessing over my breasts. Lorry buried his face right in them and shock his head, lifting me up. The other boys were really embarrassed and looked away. I laughed and said “He’s allowed to do that cos he’s gay”. Later Double D nutted off about my tits. Whatever. They’re only breasts. It interesting that they can cause such a strong reaction.

That night I met Kelly, who reminds me of my ex-husband. Hmmmm…

So, after we’d done our damage at Mr. T’s place and thoroughly fucked off Double D – grumpy old cow – me and Lorry and Miss Jay caught a cab into town. Well, me and Miss Jay went back to his place and threw Lorry out of the cab in the middle of Kent (or Cambridge?) Terrace, much to the horror of the taxi driver.

Miss Jay said “We’re not gonna have sex”, which I found to be quite a relief, cos I didn’t wanna put out just so I had somewhere to crash. We had one last smoke, climbed into his bed, farting and laughing and had cuddles until the morning. We didn’t pash or anything.

We had a great day the next day. It was sunny. Miss Jay lives in glamorous Oriental Parade and it was looking stunning as we went out to have breakfast. We ate and talked and laughed. I had a beer and Miss Jay followed suit. So we decided to get some more beers and go back to his place. Which we did. We got stoned. Miss Jay had already waked and baked, but I hadn’t counted on having a debauched day so had declined. Now with beer it was obvious I wasn’t going anywhere so I got wasted and played records.

Miss Jay and I talked a lot. He’s completely heartbroken. I found it to be such a contrast to my new hopeful, romantic, open-hearted state.

Later we went out and met Mr. T for dinner and beer. Then we wandered up to the Franny and saw Arlo. I decided to hit the road after doing the Time Warp. Miss Jay insisted on walking me to a taxi. He said, “I don’t usually hang out with pretty girls.” We hugged and I taxied home.

Shit. I haven’t even got to the messy part yet. But I gotta go, cos there’s plenty-a things to do.

Later.

Listening to:

Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Show Your Bones – In an interview the drummer (I think) said that they didn’t sound like anyone else. I find them to be the opposite. They sound like so many people at once. This has the effect of making it seem comforting and disconcerting at the same time. The album has so many hints of songs that are familiar, and yet they don’t lead where you expect them too.

Yeah Yeah Yeahs: Fever to Tell

Bachelorette: The End of Things – My new favourite falling-asleep music.

Luke Buda: Special Surprise – have you bought it yet?

Talking Heads: any – me and Miss Jay are having a bit of a Talking Heads resurgence.