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Friday, October 04, 2002 MONDAY SEPT. 23 -i shopped all day in soho and the west village. i bought a shitload of fake louis vuitton on canal street, where they’re very secretive about there vuitton stock. when cops are in the area, they shut their iron gates or cover the merchandise with a black cloth. TUESDAY SEPT. 24 - after lunch with my ex-boyfriend steven, i finally broke down and bought a pack of VIRGINIA SLIMS LIGHTS. it couldn't be helped, everybody fucking smokes in new york. i had been smoke free for 11 months and on october 4th it would have been one year since my last ciggie. i can’t tell you how good that first puff tasted to me. i was in heaven / hell. he and i decided to walk over to all the ritzy new shops on west 14 st, when we found ourselves in front of 5 ninth ave. this was the three story, federal style town house in the meat packing district that was my homebase for several years. the construction workers, who had been obviously renovating it, were taking a break on the front steps when we approached. a woman there seemed to be in charge, so i said hi and told her that i used to live here. she said “oh my God ! you’re rupaul ! everybody tells me the stories about you living here with larry tee, lahoma and lady bunny ! would you like to come in and take a look around ?” i said “sure ! you bet !” i couldn’t believe my luck. i hadn’t stepped foot through that door since sept. 3, 1991 . then she asked if it would be alright if she videotaped my homecoming. i said “sure, be my guest” and i proceeded to tell her all the stories connected to the house. i told her that the house belonged to nelson sullivan, the childhood friend of my atlanta mentor dick richards. and that i first started crashing here back in 1984, when i moved to new york the first time with f11oyd and lady bunny. i showed her where nelson’s bed was when he died of a heart attack at age 41 in 1989. i went on and on. so many memories. she told me that the place will become a day spa when completed and that she would love to name a treatment after me ! i think a shock treatment would suit my namesake. later that night, as me and my friend tennessee strolled around the west village, we came to what used to be known as TWO POTATO (a black tranny bar on the corner of greenwich st. and christopher). in the display window outside the club was a bulletin board with flyers announcing upcoming performers. one flyer in particular caught our eyes and entertained us for the rest of the evening. it read “don’t get it twisted productions presents miss harmonica sunbeam ...one night only” so for the rest of the night, every time one of us would put on our best radio announcer voice and say “don’t get it twisted productions presents...” we would just crack up laughing. i guess you’d kinda had to have been there to really get it. WEDNESDAY SEPT. 25TH - i met my friend alison for lunch at a place called BREAD in “nolita” (it means north of little italy). i didn’t even recognize the area, it’s changed so much. it’s like what “soho” (south of houston) used to be. after lunch we both had manicures and pedicures, and then we did some shopping. that night i caught broadway’s biggest and longest running show at THE GAIETY MALE BURLESQUE REVUE. dear lord, i am so grateful that guliani didn’t close that down. after that, i was off to alphabet city for pizza, ice cream and cigarettes with pj. . | Permalink 2009 RuCo, Inc.—All Rights Reserved |
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