tate, my deaf neighbor, and i went out to cinco de mayo's abandoned building party in LES. the building seems like it was copied off from brasilan movie, _city of god_'s slums. the interior were torn off, floors were creaking, doors were damaged, you get the picture... many people were on the top of the roof, and we were able to hop to a couple of buildings. we caught some of taggers in action and it was cool to see 'em do it. ck/jak joined us later. behind the building is a big ol' church. some people actually climbed the church's roof and went to check out a tower there. ck and i climbed up the steep roof with a peaceful ease to the tower. ck then went further by climbing up the tower's roof to sit next to the church's st. mary's statue. (or a saint?) also, we met a drunken gal named jennie and she thought that tate and i were lovers. after we told her that tate's married while i'm engaged, she still insisted that we'd be a wonderful couple... glad that we got to go through this throwback 1980s party as we had a blast there, but afterwards, tate and i took off to williamsburg to do some night photograph. tate wanted to take some pictures of me for his portfolio before i get my hair cut later today. (i plan to get a clean cut as i have had this shaggedy look for almost a year) however, during the shooting, tate's camera went into a malfunction and wasn't able to read the card. it indicated that there was no image on the card. of course, tate was going nuts and wanted to format the card... i told him not to as he should check out the card with a separate card reader once he gets back home... we had so much fun with night session until this incident happened.. so we went back home at around 4 am. now, i'm drinking a herbal tea before i hit the sack... tate had just paged me recently that he didn't lose all the pictures. he was able to get 3/4 of the pictures back!!! whew... off to catch zzzz now...
Posted by gamma888 at May 06, 2005 04:50 AMWow, as a former New Yorker, your writing brings me back a ways. Some things never change, and parties in blown out buildings is one of those things.
Living in Costa Rica is a far cry from my old street days in New York and the places you're touring. What is a tourist anymore?
Posted by: Frank in Costa Rica on May 8, 2005 09:45 AM