5 June 2005
Hot Hot Hot Bullshit Hot Hot Hot
[ Wait, time to interrupt my post to inform you that Dan Fogler just won a Tony! Oh it's so
adorable! He's the boy from the Spelling Bee musical who spells with his foot! And is
adorable. And he has surprise-surprise-won! What a delight! OH his speech is so CUTE
Where was I? Right. It is hot, and that is bullshit. Fortunately we spent yesterday and
overnight in New Jersey, helping Emily dog-sit for her barrelly black dog Zach (Zack?),
which mostly meant helping her feed him treats and bits of cookies and other forbidden
foods. He thanked us with silent emissions of noxious gas, and unbounded cuteness.
[ Oh my god, there is the most insane dance number from La Cage Aux Folles going on right
now on my television... these men in fancy dresses and scary spiked heels are doing the
most improbable acrobatics, and not falling down, and it is boggling my mind... ]
So: New Jersey, the mall, the other mall, getting lost, getting unlost and finding the
Mongolian grill place where you buffet-line select ingredients and noodles and sauces and
then they sizzle it up on a big, flat, round grill for you. MMM.
However, leaving New
Jersey this afternoon also meant abandoning the glorious central air conditioning of
suburbia for the oppressive heat of Manhattan. GROSS. It did not help that a giant parade
was occupying all of Fifth Avenue and backing traffic up all over the place, so we waited
forty minutes for a bus that never came, spent seven dollars on a cab that took us nowhere,
and ultimately had to walk way across the park in the hot and run across the street in
between parading people to get home. But we did! The end!
And now it's cooling down ever so slightly, the cats are laying like puddles on the floor,
and Tiffany is watching the Tonys. Not so bad at all.