can't deny me, why would you want to?

Oh, here is the thing. I went and had two strawberry mojitos (like a total girl, I know, but fresh strawberries are totally what have been missing from my two previous mojito disasters) at this bar, this bar I am now sure I want to have my party at. Oh, it is great. And the area? Great. And the deal? Great. I love it. Also, what is good and bad? Is that the WHOLE PLACE will have to listen to whatever music I pick, not just my party. Suck it, bitches.

THEN! I got off the bus and I got it on. That one is going out to all the "Sooner or Later" fans out there. I did not get off the bus and get it on. Instead, because I had two strawberry mojitos, I got off the bus and walked myself into the local bar that just happens to be right where the bus lets off. I had two beers, beat three high scores on Megatouch and learned a new joke. No, you can't hear it. I'm saving it for the party.

PS This has been such an awful (I was going to write week, but aside from a few saving graces like a brunch here and there and a baseball game, let's be honest -- MONTH, or maybe even summer) and it is going to be an awful weekend -- but be sure to tune in to the MTV Video Music Awards. Don't miss the Pre-Show By the Shore, which kicks things off at 6PM (I'm not kidding, that will probably rule -- and so I am so glad that tonight was good and fine. I even heard "Juicy" AND "I Just Wanna Love U (Give It to Me)." Life is good.

be careful what you do and what you don't

I was supposed to go to bed early tonight. That didn't quite work out.

Met game tomorrow. Excited. They are playing the Nationals, who I have never ever seen.

A lot has been happening, hasn't it. Yes. Yes, it has. Mostly work, though, so that's no fun to write about.

Go here to hear Lux Luther. Oh oh oh. "Tailspin," that's the stuff.

Got my first Save the Date response. "No way. I thought you'd be turning 21 soon." Cute. And from a rock star too. Naturally.

I can turn it off or on

Me and You and Everyone We Know
This was excellent. I only got to see it because we'd headed downtown to see "The Conformist" but it was sold out. The allure of air conditioning compelled us to try again, and though Dollie had already seen this one, she didn't mind seeing it some more. There was one scene that was so funny that I cried laughing. Then I sobbed crying. A laugh sob? How often does that happen? For me, never. A+ Also, the bar at the IFC/Waverly/whatever, that is nice. I had the best Stoli Oranj and cranberry of my whole life. How do you make one better than another? Beats me. Ask Latisha (I just noticed her name on my receipt). She's the lovely who hooked us up. She also gets an A+.

Broken Flowers
Meh.

Hard Candy Featuring The Lollipop Girls In 3D
Beyond awful. Only "Lies" could make sex more boring and unappealing. You will honestly think of all the starving children who could have been fed (in 1976) with the money it took to make this. When have I ever said (of a porno) "Oh, Taylor, too much plot?" I love porn plot. Well I did, until I saw this. Disgraceful.

Jeez, what else? It has been so long, there must be more. More later, as they say. I will try to see "The Conformist" again this evening. Wish me luck!

On my way to work this morning, someone jumped in front of a train.

At least I think that's what happened. All I know is that when I transfered from the L to the N/R/Q/Whatever at Union Square there was a train sitting in the station full of people with the doors shut and tons of cops firmly directing all those who weren't witnesses to either get on the incoming Q on the opposite track or go back up the stairs and get gone. I assumed their was an investigation of some kind, a robbery on the train or something. Maybe, horribly, someone hurt someone in one of the cars.

Then when I got on the Q and we took off, all the men around me started talking to each other, the way people who have nothing to do with one another do when something horrible or amazing or amazingly horrible happens.

"That really woke me up." one man said.

"That's just sad. Nothing in life is that bad that you have to go that route," another man said.

"I saw the whole thing," a third said. And then he said something about there being nothing left but a watch.

I don't know what the heck happened, but I feel like I need to know. It may not even get reported anywhere, unless the man — was it even a man? Why do I think it was a man? — ended up being pushed or jumped down to retrieve something (a lesson to be learned) or magically survived (everyone loves a survival story.) And it happened at 5:30 in the morning, so there isn't a lot of buzz about it as there would be if it happened at 8:30. Someone just died on that same station, that same line on July 22, I found when I was looking for news on this. How strange. How terrible.

It's at least my third subway death — I've been on two trains that hit people that I know of, which seems disproportionately awful given my age — and I don't know a thing about any one of them. I don't know that knowing would make me feel any better, and I suppose it makes me sound morbid and odd, but I want to know something. There's something unfinished and disrespectful about not knowing, in my mind. I can't explain it, but it's just not right.