2004-05-29 - 2:36 a.m.

tonight, the california mafia convened around j, who is in town for the long weekend. after a series of frustratingly mislaid plans and a series of apologetic cellphone calls, the meeting was finally narrowed to a central location. a mafiosa i had never met (but who attended high school with a) has a mindblowing apartment on st. marks place. thai food was ordered, wine was fetched, and i stood on the fire escape smoking with bj, whom i haven't seen face to face in more than two years. he has some of the most beautiful tattoos i've ever seen. no wonder a is cultivating a thing with him.

various post-prandial plans were floated and rejected. i was feeling a bit crabby and heard myself poo-pooing every other suggestion. but when the roulette wheel of plans came back around to 'bollywood disco' at blur, i knew i had hit the jackpot. you haven't lived until you've heard a hindi cover of 'video killed the radio star'. a willowy young indian princess stood on a banquette and fluttered her wrists and hips to the filmi music. i fell in and out of love with her several times.

i had been painting all day and by 2a i was bushed. and not in a good way. i strolled back to the subway and listened to a voice message from cb. he happened to be in my neighborhood earlier, and wanted to see if i was around. i poked my head into the lounge before coming home, but decided i was too tired for techno.