Benny Burritos Puts The Knife In
I already complained to Benny's Burritos of Greenwich Ave by phone this evening about the slop they delivered to me which was supposed to be a Grilled Chicken Salad. Then I noticed all these knife punctures in one side of the tortilla. It's as if they were fkg around with my food before it got delivered.
So even the waiters are looking now. The waiters who fifteen minutes earlier were singing happy birthday out of tune are now looking over at the Lady signing the words of a song she's trying to recollect. It's odd to see waiters in suits and ties. Cheap suits, big shoulders, twitching at the Lady's flat notes.
Even the big chubby guy in the corner with the dark bandana who's been speaking as if he's just left Don Hills at 3am to his banker friend has shut up.
"Do you know the one?" she asks. I don't but I say I do to stop the flat notes sailing from her lungs. "Ok... the next one:" she says looking down a list of 80s and 90s classics.
Only 86 more songs to go before I can suggest the Rolling Stones.
Around 9pm, we leave an empty Jack's Oyster bar to go to the Underbar at the W in Union Square. I've never been to the Underbar before and I wonder as I descend why I've never been before. When I ascend later, I realise why.
While I'm there I meet DJ Dasani - liquid joy for your ears. Or something like that. Not hard to miss. Among the shirts and slacks and the tight dresses and heals sits a kid in vans, jeans, white t and topped with a bright blond crop of curly but receding hair. He peers through a pair of those ovesize glasses that the cooll kids are wearing - but by the size of his eyes. It looks like he needs them for real.
DJ Dasani is our DJ for our wedding. He's very nice. Can't pronounce my name and thinks Iran is somewhere near Korea. We wave the Persian songs in front of him. Just put on this 12 in this order and the crowd will be happy. Then we go Western.
The Lady brings out the paper with 100 songs that a friend of hers gave her. My god, he used to be a wedding DJ too. Didn't everybody. DJ Dasani responds to each one with a thumbs up or a shake of the hand.
When the Lady gets to a song she doesn't know she asks him how it sounds. At this point he unzips his bag and pulls out a mini keyboard. Mini-mini keyboard. So small that we have to draw near to hear the sound as he plays the notes badly.
Do you know that one?
The Lady is confused.
Dasani launches into the chorus. Oh yeah. She says and then her eyes grow wide.
The Lady belts out the chorus alongside the beeps and tweaks.
Somewhere a tree falls but no-one hears it. Meanwhile, the vibrations of that fall are travelling up and down my spine as I try to contain myself.
I love her so. But maybe she needs a couple of dozen singing lessons. Maybe a dozen down.
DJ Dasani is off on that beep-beep-bop-bop-op bit that that comes after "Sometimes I..." in the Moby/Seal track.
She looks me in the eyes. She's enjoying this. Going through the music for her big day. I smile back with all the genuineness I can muster.
"Ok... the next one:" she says. Only 86 more songs to go before I get DJ Dasani to murder the Rolling Stones.
Where's Guy Been?
I got engaged.
Yep. So there's been nothing to write about for the 8.5 month period since I proposed and since this day.
I get married in 21 days.
I therefore have a lot to write about.
Finally a story this Friday to pep me up a little: Thrillist gives us the nod about Monday night partying in New York - in the dark. A bunch of bars are switching off their lights, cutting their prices to commemorate the third anniversary of Ye Old New York Black Out. Thillist says:
Participating bars throughout Downtown will slash drink prices and, for historical accuracy, douse their electric lights. To keep you from tripping over a chair and suing, the bars will provide luminescence with candles, flashlights, and rags dipped in whale tallow. As for your booze savings, you can use it to replace the food that's been rotting in your refrigerator since August 14, 2003.
Levis iPod Jeans - Photos
Terence Nunn has been taking photographs of London and around the world for over 60 years. Many of his pictures are now in the collection of the Museum of London.
Terence Nunn Photography:
Canon's 1080 HDV Camcorder
Canon’s HV10 HD Camcorder – that’s what! It’s a 500g camcorder capable of 1080 HD (high definition) video and it’s roughly the size of a cigarette packet at 56x104x106mm. The HV10 HDV includes 10x optical zoom, Super Range Optical Image Stabilization, the DIGIC DV II image processor, and a Full HD resolution (1920x1080 video) CMOS sensor, similar to those found in Canon's Digital SLR cameras. Additionally, new "Instant AF" auto-focus technology, and the ability to take 3.1 megapixel photos, makes this one powerful device that fits comfortably in the palm of the hand. Scheduled to land in stores in September, the Canon HV10 HDV camcorder is a veritable "Best of" compilation of Canon technologies, and will sell for an estimated US$1299
gizmag Article: The world's smallest and lightest 1080 HDV Camcorder:
Wed Aug 2 : Curfew
Fk. Got in at 2am and tha Lady has told me that I'm not allowed to go out later than 11.30pm ever again. Maybe I shouldn't have text her at 11pm that I was coming home in a minute. She calls me at 12 and I say "Hi - Dave's just turned up!". Line goes dead.