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Sunday, May 08, 2005

THE WEST VILLAGE PEOPLE

oh mercy, mercy me! tonight, i went to dinner with MICHAEL ROURKE in the WEST VILLAGE and afterward we walked down to the piers. well, a gang of pier children with a flair for "vogue-ing" caught our eye, and we became entranced. so much so that we followed them from THE HUDSON RIVER to 6th AVE and back again for almost 2 hours.

their ages ranged from 14 to 19, and we imagined that they all came from BROOKLYN or HARLEM. we even gave them names: "green shirt", "pink pants", "ponytail trannie", "shopping bag" and "hold on", just to name a few. our favorite was "granny glasses". she was a lesbian in a pair of 5 inch cork heels and parachute pants who ordered all her cronies around like a drill sergeant. at one point she hollered "which one of you motherfuckers is gonna buy me a gold chain!?"

they were all so fascinating! the things they said, the way they moved... without a warning they would just breakout into "vogue" moves. they had to have known we were following them, i mean come on, 2 hours. when someone yelled "fight!" we all took off running down CHRISTOPHER STREET. there had to have been a hundred kids running toward the action... oh, and 2 older gentleman (in their forties) following them.

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Posted by Ru on Sunday, May 08, 2005 at Sunday, May 08, 2005 | Permalink



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