Brooklyn Lament

A journal entry that I recently found in one of my old sketchbooks, dated October 15th, 2007 (transcribed here with minor edits): Second night at Excelsior Bar. I love my grandmother, but it is hard to travel with her. We're probably going to the Monster on Wednesday. Wish I lived here in Brooklyn. Loving the music that they're playing. David Bowie. A song called "Jump." Went to Times Square earlier with my mom. Looked around in Macy's. Didn't think much of it. Going to see Die Mommie Die tomorrow. I want to stop by Ty's before we leave.

Wish Uncle Jimmie was here. Light crowd. Need to do more writing. How is Jimmie feeling about John? Ready for Halloween. I'd like to see the Halloween Parade here on Christopher Street. Should I do the book club with Bill? Hopefully Daniel can see Rupaul.

The guy sitting next to me–is he talking to himself? No. Okay. He seems nice. Yeah, actually he is talking to himself. I'm liking these bourbons! Feeling fuzzy. No pain.

I hope Cowboy Jim and Mike can come along to the restaurant on Wednesday. Like them both... but I see how Mike can get on your nerves.

Songs that just played:

Hole– "Celebrity Skin" New Order– "Bizarre Love Triangle"

No Doubt– "Ex-Girlfiend"

Melissa Etheridge– "Come to My Window"

New Order– "Temptation"

There was a moment, when I was talking to AJ in the bar. I forgot about having to go home to Georgia. I just love being here in Brooklyn. Liked that guy. Now I'm sitting alone on a church stoop across from Key Foods. Sigh! Woe is me.