Monthly Archives: August 2004

Memories

From the latest issue of Maisonneuve magazine, a story by Stephen Elliott, author of Happy Baby.

“Stop walking into me,” I say. We’re on Sixteenth Street and Bosco keeps brushing agaisnt me and I keep moving further away until I am against the buildings.
“I’m not. You’re walking into me.”
“From now on I’m going to call you Underfoot,” I say. “You see these lines on the sidewalk? Stay on your side of the line.”
“You stay on your side of the line.”
The streets are crowded and the fruit vendors are out. so it’s hard for either of us to stick to our grids. We pass the Victoria Theatre where Hedwig and the Angry Inch in in its final week.

This reminds me of visiting my sister years ago. She moved to NYC soon after graduating college (we went to the same school) and we did not see each other as often. She was in the I’m-out-of-college-and-trying-to-be-grown-up stage and I was in the I’m-out-of-high-school-and-trying-to-be-grown-up stage. It’s funny how just being in certain periods of your life can make talking to a sibling change so much.

I’d like to give a shout out to my girl Maddy.

I am still alive everyone. Been a strange week or two. Last week was the DNC here in Boston as everyone knows. I posted about attending a great event and Bunkosquad more eloquently discussed it here and V-Bunny talks about it here. Except for the television coverage, you would not have know it were taking place in Cambridge. However, I did have one cool incident. My friends and I know a bartender who works at Noir in the Charles Hotel. Now, the Clintons and other big names were staying there last week and several people I know spotted them around. We went there on Tuesday night hoping to see someone. I mean, its a sad state of affairs when not only political celebrities but movie and telelvision celebrities are swarming the city and you see nothing. Well, here we are drinking martini’s at this bar and the Clintons and entourage swarm in the place. Awesome. Our first celebrity siting. Bill was not around, but Hilary and Chelsea looked great. There were lots of young people in suits and stuff trying to look suitably impressive as well. I guess it was one of Chelsea’s friend’s birthday because they wheeled in this giant chocolate cake topped with some sort of chocolate sculpture and everyone broke into song. And then Madeleine Albright and two aides swept in as well. Now I admit, I was starstruck. Here was a woman who achieved a level of power and respect few of us can even imagine. So I went and talked to her (I was on my third martini). We chatted. I held her drink as she signed autographs and then she was gone. And that is my big DNC story. I saw no one else. No Affleck. No Cynthia Nixon. But I did get to meet one of the most powerful women around.