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lots of birthdays this time of year. tonight was ami's at lit, a new bar on 2nd avenue that hasn't been citysearched or newyorktodayed yet. cibo matto was reportedly spinning downstairs, but the lights were on—not very barlike, and a girl with henna-ed hair kept on urging/forcing us to go downstairs by saying how rad it was. she said rad, like, nine times.
i watched suburbia three nights ago and tonight i watch urbania.
anna and étienne sit down at the table and order two more of the cloudy drinks. it is anna's first pernod: with the ghostly licorice taste in her mouth she feels as if she were living in the pages of her sixth-grade french textbook, where monsieur lebrun meets monsieur leblanc pour l'aperitif. étienne acts satisyingly infatuated, and keeps staring at her, playing with her hands, praising the way she looks in his jeans. the lake is red in the glow from behind the mountains, and elegant people are walking by and sitting around them. anna spots a tall woman with gold hair piled in a rigid construction of knobs on the back of her head, and a pink suit trimmed in white leather. the woman is intensely beautiful in an adult way that anna has never seen back home, and anna announces that she wants to look like that when she's older.posted May 16, 2002 in print. 20052004
- andrea lee, "the prior's room," the new yorker may 6, 2002