I am pretty sure this shirt would be better if it said "it's never lupus" but I could only "improve" it in ways that involved cutting into it at random with a pair of scissors. I don't have a "before" picture of the shirt, but you can bet it didn't have a wonky scalloped hem when I bought it.
Friday night was great! I bullied Rei, Aisha, Kristen, and Gini into coming to Carnivolution, the weird sideshow/punk show, with me again. It was not as good as last time, to be honest, because it was more crowded, less surreal, and the, uh, quality of the acts had a serious downgrade. It started out pretty good. Aisha and I danced to Hydrogen Jukebox and we saw a really cute boy almost set himself and us on fire. He could transfer fire from one hot poker to another with his mouth!
The problem arose when a new act came on, which involved a duo of teenaged/early 20s boys who were both painted like different animals, i.e., one had scales on his belly and a cheetah arm and a tiger face, the other had dog fur painted on one arm, etc, etc. It began as innocuously as a sideshow act could begin, I guess. The premise was that they were going to spin a beer, which was hanging by a chain from the one dude's nose, around and around and it would become magical. Each time the dude took a sip from it he would become a different animal and the audience would have to guess what he was. So first he got down on his hands and knees and became a squirrel, and the friend handed him a package of nuts, which he stuck his face in. Then he became a pigeon and the audience fed him pieces of bagel. Then he became a pig and he ate a donut off the dirty floor.
Then he became a cat, and he began rubbing up against members of the audience and meowing. His friend produced a food bowl but there was no food! Oh, no! The cat is hungry, what shall we do?
Oh, probably
THROW UP INTO THE EMPTY BOWL AND THEN BOTH EAT OUT OF IT. The show recovered after that and we managed to enjoy watching more of Assface and Ganesha in the space opera, and then we had to take Aisha to the train station. When we got back it had gotten so crowded that we couldn't see anything. We missed Jellyboy doing a striptease in a Batman mask and got very angry, because even in clown makeup, hot pink rumba panties, and a Batman mask, Jellyboy is fucking hot. >:-O After Jellyboy stripped, the two animal dudes came back out. We had to start watching in an overflow space on the projector.
They produced a bag of poop and were making members of the audience sniff it and faster than Emerson Cod I pulled an "OH HELL NO" and we were out of there. I want to go back to Carnivolution but not if it's going to involve further reproductions of "2girls1cup".
Saturday was way good too! Lauren and Don joined me to go to the Punk Rock Flea Market in Center City, which is definitely more of a hipster flea market with lots of vintage clothes, handmade jewelry, secondhand records, vegan baked goods, and screenprinted teeshirts. It was sweltering and humid in there and crowded with lots of identical people with identical bad attitudes and identical non-prescription glasses. I wanted them to identically s my d. Nonetheless, it was fun, and if I ever need an excessive amount of owl jewelry, I know where to go. Before we were about to leave, I went up to the bar to get myself an iced tea, and I didn't realize that the dude had to actually brew a cup of tea and stick ice in it (it sounds horrible but it was actually good!) Anyway, it took a while, and while I was waiting for it, a semi-balding, be-glassed guy came up to me.
"I like your pants."
"Oh uh thanks." I assumed he was also going to get a drink and was just making small talk in line behind me.
"Do you have myspace?" Oh.
"Uh yeah."
"Ok,
here is my myspace." He took out a pad of paper and he wrote it down. "What's your name?"
"Mary."
"Hi, Mary, I'm Chris, nice to meet you." Then he walked away.
I couldn't really blame him, though, because no other girl was dressed like a hobo who had shoplifted from a circus clown supplier and I was rocking some really attractive pit stains from spending too much time in that hipster death oven.
We met up with Emily and Dan and had dinner at Emily's extremely charming new apartment. We had iced chai tea and listened to Andrew Bird and it was QUITE IDEAL.
I went back to the Punk Rock Flea Market with Emily yesterday. When I was trying to goad the horror movie guys into getting into a conversation about Lucio Fulci, my NEW FRIEND Chris came up behind me and said, "I like your dress". I kept almost running into him but Emily kept an eye out for me, thankfully. We had some of the aforementioned vegan baked goods but then she had to roll, so I texted my twin cousins Mary Ellen and Liz. While I waited at Market East for them, a Michael Jackson impersonator set up shop and entertained the biggest crowd I've ever seen a busker amass in Philadelphia-- which isn't really saying much, but everyone was really into it.
I decided to join them on a trip to Wilmington to see my cousin Jessy and her daughters, and we took a big walk around the Brandywine River and picked tons of wineberries. I had no idea you could eat them-- I saw my little cousins picking them and I freaked out-- "HEY DON'T EAT THINGS OFF OF BUSHES". I then learned the truth and we subsequently gorged ourselves on them.
PRETTY NICE, I'D SAY. I figured I'd only post my absolute favorite pictures from all the ones I have since I've taken so many since I last made an LJ post.
( fakeal jackson would want you to click )
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