brunch with jami at cafe habana yesterday; as always, we have plenty of serious and fru-fru conversation spilling out as soon as we see each other. the restaurant, whenever i walk by, has a kind of wallpaper motif going: beautiful, sweaty people eating cuban food (tailored for nolita) in a slummin' cafe that still says "italian pastries" on the tin awning outside. the service is sexy and terrible, and the food is delicious and overpriced. two cute boys are facing us as we walk in, but it's not until i've made eyes at them, tried to smile shyly, and settled into my seat do i turn around and see that they're eating with a friend/colleague of mine. this city is too goddamn small.
jami walked by cafe colonial and saw				eating there. then after we ate and i was in
the bathroom,		walked by and i missed her again. this was clearly unacceptable, so
we very coolly (we're still new yorkers, no matter how famous and neat she is) chased her down prince street until i (jami was slowing and snickering at me by this point) caught up, calmly
walked by, stuttered "excuse me," and passed				. she was wearing an emerald green
leather dress and outlandish shoes that she probably made; people who didn't know who she was were making fun of her outfit, and i briefly debated picking a fight in defense of her honor [not really].
oh my gawd, we saw fuckin'				walking down prince street!
oh my gawd, was i drunk last night. went to two parties and saw some people that were really nice to see -- classmates from college who are doing amazing things, like a dancer and artist-in-residence at a public school in brooklyn. everyone asked me about my job, it's fine, talked about the recent breakup instead, until i had thoroughly bored everyone. then went to next party, red square, penthouse, fancy, nice and cool outside, charming aussies to tell my celebrity-sighting story too. it was one of those nights when i had one, and only one, interesting thing to say, and i said it to everyone i ran into. we compared celebrity sightings and smiled at their eclecticism; for example, mine:
gilbert gotfried (for non-americans, the host of usa's up all night)		tony bennett (chinese new year in chinatown)		milla jovovich (toweling off her hair outside a west village boutique)

and now, björk.
when i get back from the grocery store, i have to sneak a taste of half the stuff i bought. weird. even vitamins, i have to take them immediately. what do you do when a friend starts a weblog, and it not only sucks, but is kind of scary? smile politely? change the subject? stop returning emails? is this a taboo subject?