I'm going to New York City! Yes, I have won an all (okay, a few) expenses paid trip to Nooooo. . .Yawk. . . City!!!! Or rather, I've picked up a courier gig for the art museum that my friend D didn't want. I get to drive up to NY on Monday with F the curator, a long long drive, and then be in NY on Tuesday and Wednesday and drive back on Thursday. I am actually incredibly excited and have, in fact, done the dance of joy around the kitchen and also been to Sally Beauty Supply and thence had A dye my hair several different shades of red and purple and a kind of indescribable orange that wasn't intended but unfortunately emerged. It's okay. I now have the coolest hair in New York circa 1988. I am so psyched to be the most gorgeous weirdo out of town 42 year old heavily tattooed sort of fat all black wearing chick in the East Village that ever was!
Actually, I really am looking forward to this. There are shows (art, art, it's all art) I want to see and the new MOMA and back to DIA and oh, lord, a lot of places that aren't all initials. For the NY interested, I am going to Max Fish on Wednesday at 6ish to meet some internet people, so show up. Buy me beer. Buy me shoes, because I haven't any that will live up to New York standards.
Yeah. This is going to be serious fun.