Dinner, dancing

Maybe I should have stayed home (the locked door might have been a sign). But Teru im'd me asking me to dinner. He was cooking up the leftover food from his Wednesday night dinner. He said there would be fewer people and to come by around nine. I told him I'd bring hard cider. I was late (see below).

Dinner was great. Afterwards, remembering Nina's comment on karma, I did the dishes. Gigi told us about a loft party on Broadway a friend of hers had invited her to. Bring whomever you want, he had said. DJ Dmitry (formerly of Deee-Lite) was to play. The party turned out to be in his apartment. As we were leaving Teru's for the J train Mavette looked around her and said she'd never seen so many guys carrying bags, not to mention that they were all bigger than hers. "I guess it's the photographer thing," she said.

The J train stopped at Essex. And then continued on to Bowery.

A sign beside the door of the apartment said to take off our shoes before entering. A pile stood in the foyer. Adam looked at me and asked, "Is it worth it?" I said it wasn't so hard taking shoes off and putting them on again, to which he replied, "Yes, but the question is which shoes will you end up walking out with?"

The music was great; the living room was packed. I danced and then stopped and then danced again. He played a remixed version of "Groove is in the heart," following it up with Prince's "Controversy."

At around two, I said my goodbyes and walked home. I have to get up early to go to the Dia:Beacon with Charlotte. I've booked us into the 10.30 walkthrough of Michael Heizer's North, East, South, West. It's the one thing I wish I had done on my last trip up there. Posted by eku at August 7, 2004 2:21 AM