on the 6

so, my quasi-date thing with the subway boy got moved up a couple of days...to last night, actually. the reason being that the mtv video music awards are this thursday. which means that wednesday is bad. why? because apparently david blaine (weird magician guy, froze himself in a block of ice not long ago)will be making an appearance, or something.

and why, i hear you ask, does this affect subway boy?

it's very simple. subway boy apparently moonlights as david blaine's assistant.

yeah.

only in new york.

so anyway. we go out last night. there is libation to be had. there is much nice conversation. it was fun. homeboy's got a brain on him. and some proper southern manners. and boy, can he kiss. wow.

so why am i feeling so verily neutral about it? could it be that i cauterized the wounds self-inflicted through the englishman, the wounds accumulated through the string of fuckwits past, that my scar tissue is impenetrable (shh, you and your dirty minds)? it's kind of upsetting. there's not a single reason that i shouldn't be nuts about this guy. so i don't really understand why i'm not. at least not yet. but isn't the weird crazy lust thing supposed to come first, not be something that you hope develops?

anyway. we shall see. i shan't nip this in the bud before it's had a chance to unfurl its true colors.

in other news... guess which spectre stepped out of the past last night? if you guessed the bass player, you'd be right! swing around to go and collect your $200.