9 July 2005 (yesterday) (tomorrow)

 

Got up rather early, relatively speaking.  Tried to drop off my used copy of "En Recherche de Temps Perdu" at the bookstore on Court but he was closed for the summer.   Went to Court St. Books and picked up some travel guides instead.

Todd gave me the address of Pierre's loft; I stopped off at Robin Des Bois and read the Onion and chuckled at the articles for once (Bush reading Virgil, the classic "why do homosexuals keep sucking my cock?", etc).  Waited a bit too long for my glass of Tempranillo.

Showed up before everyone else at Pierre's loft.  We wandered up the stairs to a huge penthouse that was being renovated.  There was a bathroom with a gigantic mirror in back, and behind that a gaping elevator shaft.  We swept sawdust out of the living room area, and went to work on the "Prog," the next generation of the inflatable tent that I made out with Wendy in at New Year's.

At night, I gave Amy Holmes the wrong address, and she tried to meet me over on the East side when I was, in fact, in the West village.  We finally connected at DBA on 1st Ave., where I got nice and drunk and learned that Amy spent her entire college years getting laid.   Matt, her boyfriend of several years, was there (they have just moved in together), and so were her friends Jason and some other guy who's getting filthy rich off internet security but whose name I can't remember.