Sunday, July 18, 2004 funnel, funner, funnest
I sure hope it stops raining, because I want to go back to Artscape, which is a party BaltiMore throws for itself. BaltiMore throws it on the median of a big road and closes off a lot of roads around it. Oh, BaltiMore, you are such a prankster! At the party, there is funnel cake, crazy crap for sale (it turns out this is "Art", and I was like, "You made that up!" when they told me that, but nope.) It's like King's Dominion with no rides, because there is fried food enough to kill you in one night if you are determined, and no dress code. If you would like to go to Artscape in your muumuu and curlers, because you are saving your prettiest hairstyle for a more special occasion, that would be fine. You don't have to clear it with anybody. (There was a makeover trailer available, but it was not mandatory.)
One thing that King's Dominion lacks and Artscape doesn't is a dunking booth where a young lady dressed in a two-piece tries to get you to throw softballs to dip her into a vat of milk. What swell, swell visuals those were. Let's play hangman. I will give you a head start. The word I am thinking of is "b-----" and comes to us all the way from Asia. (Note: Let's not play hangman, really.)
The night before last some accomplices and I went to a midnight screening of The Warriors a film about costumed gang warfare. It was Friday night, and the mood was right for drinkin' and yellin' stuff, the crowd decided. In the first minutes of the film, on the screen a massive rally of all the gangs in New York takes place, where a charismatic speaker moves the crowd to a wild time of yelling and fist shaking and foot stomping. It's my understanding that this doesn't happen all the time, but at the Charles last Friday, in the first few minutes of the film, off the screen, a non-charismatic speaker moves the crowd to a wild time of yelling "Man, what did you say?" and breaking a bottle over the speaker's head. At that time on the screen, the charismatic speaker is shot and chaos breaks out.
So really, you can look at the screen or at the audience, and you see people running and yelling and hitting, and it is so surreal you can get dizzy, if you want. What a great movie. What a great town.
As a postscript I'd like to add this: One of my accomplice's co-workers was at The Warriors that night also, and we gave her a ride home. I said something like, "Jesus, they broke a bottle on that guy's head!"
She said, "Yeah, well, it's that kind of town. I mean, sometimes you just get bottles broken on your head. Hell, I got a bottle over the head last month. Did you know that if you wash off the blood, the E.R. won't give you painkillers?"
This is The Greatest City in America, suckas. Can you dig it?
posted by Frenz | 7/18/2004 09:22:00 AM
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