the Undertaker, the Gay Couple, the Painting, and the Restuarant
Wednesday, August 1, 2007 at 15:54 Today I am home sick with a cold. My cat Mangus got sick last week and I have been taking care of him faithfully. Mangus was born in 1989 and he is family. He is my furry son whom I adore. Taking care of Mangus has contributed to my stress and sickness.
[I look like the nurse type in this photo]
I have become a cat nurse. I can do all sorts of tricks to make animals better thanks to Janet's teaching. Fluid under the skin, blood pressure, medicines for all types of things.
Last Saturday, I went out to visit a friend that I have known for years, who just opened a restaurant in Jersey City. Now Jersey City is nothing like Ho-Bacon. No yuppies there. Reminds me of Brooklyn. Jersey City suits me, unlike Ho-Bacon, where I feel like I am at a frat party Thursday through Sunday. No more bad mouthing Hobo because I might offend someone and it does have a certain charm or I would not be living here.
I arrived at the restaurant at about 9 P.M. Saturday night to have dinner and a drink or two and then head home.
Not a chance. I am truly beginning to think that somewhere on my face there is an invisible tattoo, that only crazy people can see, that says "Hi, I'm crazy also so stick around to see what crazy things will happen a little later." I know this tattoo is there because every time I leave my house something crazy happens.
It was late and the restaurant emptied out. It was me and a few other people. Greg and David were still there, a cool Jersey City gay couple. Greg looked like Anthony Kidis from The Chili Peppers. His boyfriend was older and much less wild. Greg had been drinking and he started every sentence with " Oh, Suki Suki." I did not know what this meant.
David told me that when Greg likes something he would say "Oh, Suki, Suki". Indeed, he said it over 100 times that night. Soon Greg stepped behind the bar and became the bartender. Jim the owner did not know what to say. He just stared in amazement. All the music was playing from Jim's iPod, which Greg found in the corner. He decided that he had to find the perfect song each time a song playing came to an end.
Suddenly, Greg started dancing. Dancing wildly like he was going to break out into a Vogue. He was good. Then his alter ego came in to play and Greg became Sha-nee-nee, a black women who was going to kick the crap out of anyone she did not like. He sounded just like her and skillfully used nasty words and plenty of hand movements. Poor Jim. He just wanted to close his up the place before sunrise, although I could tell he was having fun also. Greg decided it was time to play bartender again. He poured beers and other drinks in his drunken state. David had to tell him to calm down more than once.
I was laughing so hard my face and stomach hurt. Then, as mysteriously as he had appeared earlier in the evening, Greg vanished. Shortly after David also was missing in action. Fortunately, Greg and I had exchanged numbers and I am sure I will see him and David again.
Earlier in the evening there had been at the bar an undertaker from a funeral parlor trying to give me a painting that he found in the back of Home Depot. It looked like him with a crazy look on his painted face. This guy, Ritchie, had promised this painting to Maria who was sitting at the bar with him. Suddenly he changed his mind and tried to give it to me. It was a great painting, but quite frightening. I would have, nevertheless, taken it and hung it somewhere that would not spook me each morning and night. [Richie's painting looked something like this famous one]
Maria, however, was upset with Ritchie for giving me the painting and began yelling at him. I said just keep it if you like it. She said she did not like it, but wanted it anyway. Ritchie, by the way, drove a tank and drove it like a bat out of hell down the side streets. I know this because I saw him leave at 100 miles an hour through Jersey City's brownstone lined streets and returned at 120 miles an hour with the painting in tow. He had left several times during the evening and made round trips back to the restaurant, the last time with the mysterious painting.
I cannot guarantee that my next trip to Jersey City will rival this one, but maybe my invisible tattoo will work its magic again.
Reader Comments (4)
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Stay away from the crazy people!
Its nice to see you are still doing great with the web site. You have come a long way sence the late 1990's & you still look as good as ever. Keep up the good work. Have a great summer. Biff
Lori