After my wild morning facilitating a writing class in cyberspace, I needed to relax. After a lunch appointment with Victoria in Clifton, I thought I’d call Sue who I was already three weeks overdue contacting.
She forgave me right away and consented to go to Sitwell’s Coffeehouse with me. If you haven’t been there, get thyself to Ludlow Avenue and order a cappuccino shake. It is so addictive that I only allow myself to order one seasonally. It wasn’t until today, however, that I got out of denial about the ingredients.
Double shot of expresso with vanilla ice cream. I would be willing to say that on my death bed — should I have the opportunity — I would order one of these as my final meal. Sue and I sat at a little table near the front window and people watched. It was very relaxing and I felt I’d gotten my Clifton fix.
As some of you know, the Esquire Theatre is next door. The next showing of “Bruno” was so convenient that we decided to be spontaneous and go see it. Sacha Baron Cohen, of “Borat” fame, is the star. He is a flamboyant Austrian fashionista. I mean, I’ve been out since the 70’s and am used to gay guys but Bruno is over the top. Bruno is trashy, unbelievable, smutty — and hilarious. You will laugh and you will gasp with disbelief. By the time I staggered out of the movie theatre, I felt stoned and disoriented. Strains of disco played in my head. Images of dancing penises (peni?) gagged this innocent lesbian.
Already this is too much information. Sacha Baron Cohen has a strong sense of ego. Nothing is daunting for him. All I can say is I hope I can sleep tonight.