I kind of want to erase the memory of my last post as quickly as possible, because I hate to indulge in a pity party. It’s hard not to succumb to one every now and then but I refuse to let them take over my life. Please forgive and bear with me. I’m not as frail as I once was but I am still human and I expect this to be a bumpy road. Also, I won’t allow the insensitive things that people say get to me. I believe strongly that a karma boomerang is going to hit the “mensch” who keeps posting mean things in my blog. If you don’t like what I have to say, why do you keep returning? I digress, you’re not worth the time to even mention here.
Last week I met up with a girlfriend who was in a bit of a funk. Always up for a night on the town, I threw on a low-cut tank and a miniskirt and made my way into the city to meet up with her for some dinner and drinks. I had some time to kill before she arrived so I went into one of the sex shops along west 4th Street. The funny thing about walking into one is that you never quite know what to expect. I ducked into a a place called “Birthday Suit” to see what was trendy in the bedroom these days and nearly tried on a corset because the very perky saleswoman was extremely friendly, complimentary, and made me feel comfortable (I also think she wanted the commission on the very sexy but totally-out-of-my-price-range $250 black lace corset). Also, if you have a thing for construction workers and are in the market for a dildo, then this is the place for you! That was my amazing discovery of the day.
My friend and I enjoyed a delicious Middle Eastern dinner and then headed over to Sullivan Hall, a small live music venue, because we were told they would have a decent funk band.
But the funk had already left the building.
What we got instead was a god-awful 80s pop band (think “I’ll Stop the World and Melt with You.” Seriously, every song sounded like that). There was a keytar (which is kind of cool when you think about it), some face paint, and lab coats (the eff???) and after about an hour of trying to dance to bad 80s pop, we decided to leave.
When we first arrived, I was stamped on my right inner wrist with a peace sign and I absolutely LOVE this place for a tattoo. I keep thinking about getting one but I wonder if I’m too old. I’m only 31 and don’t think there’s a cut-off date but this would be my first and I hope this isn’t my idea of a midlife crisis. I am also terrified that my father will give me the whole “you can’t be buried in a Jewish cemetery” spiel which is pretty silly because a) I wasn’t raised Jewish, b) I wouldn’t be buried in one even if I were, and c) his mother had her ears pierced, and isn’t that also a form of body mutilation? I haven’t decided what kind of tattoo to get (though it would most certainly not be a peace sign). I’m terribly afraid of the pain and wonder how high this spot on the body ranks for discomfort. Thoughts/comments/suggestions?