September 2006

And then a snake dropped out of the ceiling.

by zora on September 30, 2006

It was shaping up to be a really less-than-action-packed trip, but then, on the last day, the snake thing happened. I’d actually gotten done with my planned itinerary early. This absolutely never happens, which makes me wonder if I totally overlooked a page in the atlas. Beverly and I were a full day ahead of [...]

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“They’re very artistic.”

by zora on September 29, 2006

I’m so afraid: the butt-ugly Eagle Electric apartments are going on sale, and the developers say they’re “artistic.” Judging from the exterior–and every other heinous Pistilli project in Astoria–I can’t imagine what that could possibly mean. Except perhaps a lot of mirrors? Maybe Peter and Ali will do an encore of their gay-couple-from-Jackson-Heights act, and [...]

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Clayton, I’m so sorry.

by zora on September 23, 2006

I take it all back. Any snippiness about cowtowns and slow Friday nights–forget I ever said it. Now I’m in Raton, NM, and it’s a Saturday night, and there’s not even a movie like Step Up to go see. Because the goddamn movie theater is closed. Beverly and I were barely able to get dinner. [...]

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The day before

by zora on September 23, 2006

Like I said, it wasn’t so thrilling. In fact, I wrote about it last night, then I lost interest, so I saved the post…or so I thought. The only two moments I want to recreate are: 1) The super-intense (and very knowledgeable) woman at the tourist office in Las Vegas telling me that she’s a [...]

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