Vaudeville

Roommate and I went to Floating Vaudeville last night at Galapagos.

It was awesome. Roommate said "I love our New York life."

Some thoughts:

1. We thought the dude at the door was cute and gay when we walked in. Roommate said "What do you think?" I said "Cute but gay... too bad." On our way out, dude was totally into Roommate and not-as-elusive, which caused us to realize that he was neither cute nor gay. Apparently boys cannot be cute and straight.

2. There was a hula hoop woman. She was nuts. Extremely talented. Her face looked a bit like Parker Posey's. Her first set consisted of a striptease whilst hula hooping. In theory this should be tres sexy. The whole thing excited me at first - when she removed her gloves etc. - until she removed her top. Her body was obscenely cut. You know the type. Body-building-too-thin-chick-cut-concave-transparent-stretched-out-abs. It was actually kind of gross, and distracted from what was going on. Her second set was one where she was wearing a half shirt and started with one hula hoop which ended up being about 20. Again, she was amazing, but I couldn't stop staring at and being horrifed by her scary abs.

3. www.cornmo.com This guy is the best thing ever. Roommate has been talking about him non-stop since I met her. "You are gonna love Cornmo," she'd say or "When you see Cornmo your life will be forever changed," or "Cornmo can turn anything into happy." She was so right. He's a one-man band - plays keys or accordian while having a small drum attached to his shoe for dramatic moments - and sounds like Queen meets They Might Be Giants meets Ben Folds. Fabulous. I can't really describe him - his songs are hilarious (songs about time travel, a German lady who gave him candy when he was a little kid, a girl who wanted to hook up with him after a show but he was oblivious because it doesn't make sense thata a girl would want to hook up with someone because they play the accordian), he is sincere and deadpan, and you just want to smother him or invite him over to sing songs for you at your apartment. The wonderful thing is that he will come over and sing songs for you in your apartment, so we're thinking of inviting him to do a set at our fictional February party that we'll be hosting once we've made friends in January, which is our goal.

4.. We didn't make any friends last night, which was our goal. We were met, however, by a spastic Ohio-in-origin kid from our building named Freddie, who ran after us on the street as we left Galapagos to say "Did you guys see that girl having sex with that car over there?" He works for a company that tries to get people to "save the children" and, of course, fell in love with Roommate by the time we got back to our building. He invited us to some parties which we did not attend and also to an audio installation he's doing in Suite 317 on Wednesday, which I think I might check out if I am not too fried from Tuesday's company party. It can't be a bad idea to meet the musically-inclined in the building. They might want to come to our Cornmo party in February and pretend to be our friends.

Until tomorrow....