4th July & Gay Pride all rolled into one.

East River Fireworks: good, not great.. the guy announced that we were about to see the best fireworks display in the country. He lied. They have a better one every night in Disneyland, FL. We queued over an hour for a pizza while my roommmate catherine queued an hour to use the restroom. i rode the bathroom queue for just 20 minutes to get in. much of the banter between the people waiting was fun for me to hear.. and seeing women enter the mens room to use private cubicle was the icing on the cake.

then we set off to see my first penthouse in new york. 19th floor, actually quite near to where we are living. the view from the roof allows you to see empire state and the financial distict all at the same time. it was perfect. a friend of a friend is renting there... we all know someone who knows someone who's doing this... and this one was being rented by, yes, a gay male. for the first time in my life, i got an awkward look from a guy for not kissing him on the cheek when i greeted him and when i said goodbye... i need to figure these guys out more since they seem to populate most of the area around where i'm living... they're guys but they're not guys. they like girls but they prefer guys who think they're girls.. i pretty much knew all this before living among so many of them.. where do they go in London? why aren't there that many in tokyo?? standing in their apartment with 15 foot ceilings the friendly tenant shows us the latest edition of something magazine showing all the famous people living in the building next door.. calvin klein, someone else, martha stewert...! he was so proud of his apartment that it was all he talked about. shame, he must have a lot more he could have discussed with such emotion.. couldn't he?