field trip to soho last night for neighbor judd's first gig with his new band. urban legend confirmed: there's a huge black woman trapped behind his rib cage. she was in fine form. i'd like to see him tour with the gossip, but that has more to do with the world's collective need to see him dance in his knickers. a worthy thing, mind you.
sister 2 arrives from los angeles tonight, sister 1 from belgium tomorrow. two days of demonstrating to friends that i was justified in bragging about them, then my father's wedding on sunday. this is another of those times when i feel i've been miscast - i suppose it's odd to say here that i dislike negotiating personal relationships around strangers, but empirically, come on. the occasion is deeply weird. an appropriate, neutral descriptor - weird.
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