>Rammstein - Engel
>Monster Magnet - Space Lord
>Marilyn Manson - New Model, No. 15
>Animotion - Obsession
>Nine Inch Nails - The Perfect Drug (Video)
>Rammstein - Ich Will (Video)
>Garbage - Cerry Lips (Video)
Continuing my narrative about my trip to Manhattan on Friday, we’d just gotten off the boat at Wall Street. We walked up towards the Exchange, and finally got there. We were a half hour early, so we decided to walk over to Ground Zero. We got there, and there were a bunch of people loitering around looking at this thing that looked like (it was, in reality) a construction site, as if God was shining down at them and whispering ‘you are my most beautiful creation’. Excuse me while I vomit. Anyway, while we walked back to the Stock Exchange Gail and I carried on something of a debate about 9/11 stuff, we really didn’t get anywhere. We waited outside the Exchange for a long time, finally Gary came out. We walked towards Chinatown, and dined at this Thai restaurant, it was so delicious, Gail got duck in this yummy sauce, Gary got beef in peanut sauce, and I got this thing called Pad Thai, which I always got when I went to the Thai restaurant in Crescent City. We all sampled each others’ dishes, everything was singularly delicious. After dinner, we journeyed through Chinatown, Little Italy (emphasis on little, it’s getting smaller and smaller), passed near SoHo, and made it to the Village. We approached Astor Place from the south, and walked through it. Gary said that this was the heart of the Village, though it just looked like an anonymous reincarnation of Times square, but without all the famous ads and tall buildings. We journeyed on towards St. Mark’s place, where I hoped to find somewhere that resembled my imagination’s vision of Greenwich Village. We entered St. Mark’s, and already I began to see changes. One of the traffic signal posts had a mosiaic on it. We walked further, and I spotted Religious Sex. We were to go to Trash & Vaudeville first, so we continued on until we saw the facade of that store I’d lusted after for so long. We went into the top store, Vaudeville, and I immediately uttered “heaven”. It was the size of three of the Sunrise Mall Hot Topic, but crammed with ten times more stuff. It was amazing. The clothes were Hot Topic prices though, this one trenchcoat was $200. Nonplussed, I ventured down to Trash, and found the most amazing spectacle my eyes had yet to behold, the most gothic/industrial/punk/fetish boots I’d ever seen in one place. Gail and Gary moved toward the front of the store (which was the same size as Vaudeville), while I tried to decide. I’d been used to too little to choose from, but this was literally overwhelming. After a while, I decided on one, and I asked the guy if they had it in my size. He said no. I chose three more, and they still didn’t have them in an 11. Finally, they had one. I tried it on, it had too big of a platform. Then I spotted this knee-high creation with buckles down the back and those things you just wrap the laces around instead of putting them through holes. They had it in my size, it fit perfectly, and I was in love. If I had a digital camera, I’d take a million pics of them and put them on my website, but I don’t even have a normal camera. But I have a DVD player! Gosh, I’ve got to reexamine my priorities. Anyway, these boots were really expensive, but they were real black leather, and from England (i.e. uber-stylish) so I had to get them. I really didn’t have enough money, but Gary was so nice, he paid the tax and a little extra, which was a lot, they were about $250 when all was said and done. I paid $200. Well, after the lengthy boot escapade, I wore them out, and we continued toward the box office for Stomp. We were lucky, we got some of the last tickets, we sat in the last row, but it was a small theater, so it was just possible to decipher the actors’ facial expressions. But it wasn’t really a play, so the facial expressions didn’t really matter. It was this show where these people make music out of ordinary objects like brooms and trash cans. It was quite cool, although the trash can lid cymbals did get a little loud. After the show, we took a cab to the nearest PATH train station and rode the subway to Hoboken. We walked to the garage where Gail had parked the car, and waited like five minutes for the elevator. It finally arrived, and there was a liquid on half of the floor. We crowded into the non-liquified part. Halfway up Gary commented that it wasn’t water. I wish he wouldn’t have said that, I mean it’s fine to ride in an elevator that might contain bum urine, but like not one that has been unequivocally decided to have bum piss in it. We got in the car, and rode home with the windows down. I had to sleep in the living room without a pillow after I explained to my mom how cool my boots were and that I was in love with them. The sleeping on the floor thing got old, so I went downstairs and tried to sleep on the horribly uncomfortable couch downstairs. It’s not even a couch, it’s couch cushions on a frame of wooden dowels. Where do people buy stuff like that? Anyway, that’s about it.
