this is the remix, you didn’t have to wait that long Julie, Lani & Straight A, remix of So Gone, and my love of the game is so strong, i can’t hold on, so you can tell me what’s goin on BGA c’mon:
Silly ol me, devoted so much time, to find you’re movin out girl, I nearly lost my mind, I visit you page every night, to read you testimonials, wondering what they had on me, to make you break my heart.
you make me feel, so gone.
bga
I spent thursday in New York. My aunt who work with an airline that shall for this blog remain nameless, offered me a day trip to Neuvo York like two years ago and between the two of us this was the first time we managed to co-ordinate time off and bust a jump and rail.
We woke up at ten to five am and booked to the airport (Pierre Eliot Trudeau) checked in and went to the exclusive MEMBERS LOUNGE , where I took a stack of fashion magazines, a latte, a croissant and a seat (in an Italian designer mordern leather chair no less,) until they called for VIP’s to board the aircraft, at which point we were escorted to our seats in First Class (the only class if you ask me.) I settled into my seat and sipped on my complementary mimossa when three of my bosses boarded the plane. They were strapped up with carry-on bags and flanked by a mini dog and a crying baby. The Shock in their faces at seeing me on the plane, and in a giant cushy couch of a chair enjoying the finner things in life, thwarted any guilt i was feeling over seeing them hobble to the BACK ROW and pile into their miniature seats, I just kept repeating in my mind: "If you’re lookin for Sympathy, you’ll find it between Shit & Syphilis, in the dictionary." and then i sent the first class stuard to the back to "shut that baby up!"
We landed in a sunny New York or Queens to be precise, on a day that rivaled the nicest we’ve had here in Montreal so far, and shuttled to Manhatten, or what will henceforth be reffered to as my new home. I got a Latte at starbucks, Which funily enough had a completely different name than here in montreal… like starbucks doesnt already have the most complicated names for a fucking cup of coffee to begin with. I ended up resorting to what i considered a charming sign language rendition of "middle size"between big and massive no foam half esspresso and half hot milk, the wall streeters in line behind me were not so enthusiastic about my ability to surmount the cultural devide.
Next stop was Chelsea for a well planned gallery tour where we saw amoung other Justine Cooper’s Natural History Museum residency photos, Ian Cooper’s horror film inspired instillation, which was kinda weak, Gregory Crewgson’s massive staged existential crisis in suburbia photos where shock is a given and incongruities are a must, and my absolute favorite of the day: Sophie Calle. Her’s was an older instillation about suffering, and a really bad breakup, it was great, totally indulgent & sentimental and funded entirely by the government.
We had an elegant lunch in the atrium of some fancy place where at the begining of our meal we were surrounded by ladies who lunch (primarily of the jewish persuation) and when we finished we were surrounded by men only business lunches.. P.S you cannot swing a dead cat in Chelsea (or soho, or midtown….) without hitting hot hot hot men, mmmmmm jean claude van DAMN!
After our delicious meal we were off to Soho for some more galleries and a bit of shopping. In Soho we saw a Channel retrospective, illustrated by Karl Lagerfeld and an impressive Barry McGee deicht project instillation, and enough wicked shops to bring a regular person to their knees. speaking of regular people…
On our way back up town , my aunt and i walked up Park avenue, stopping occasionaly for a clever shop or to peep a gothic building, i was thinking about how much fun i had had, but how i was a little dissapointed not to have met one of the olsen twin (preferably Mary-kate) when out of the corner of my eye i saw Tocarra (of americas next top model fame) talkin on a cell phone. 
I turned to my aunt and said "I think thats Tocarra" and indeed Tocarra turned her head hearing me say this. I squeeled in glee and told her I though she was beautiful and that Jondis Dickenson was such a bisnatchass cunt face, Tocarra concurred, and i told her i was egar to see her on the billboards (ok so I’m a bit of a kiss ass, but sincerely she had been, aside from eva, my favorite on the show, and she really is gorgeous in real life). She hugged me and then my confused aunt, thanked us for our support and we walked away. As we resumed our passage my aunt asked if Tocarra was a friend of mine from university, bless her heart. She probably would not have behaved so farmiliarly with a random person she had only ever seen on T.V., but to be fair it was T. who hugged us, i just gushed a bit.
So having met at least one celebrity or semi-famous person i felt complete and was ready to go to the nat sherman store to pick up some fantasias. my aunt and i proceeded to lounge about what she described as a very civilized park in front of the New York Library, and sip oj in the setting sun.
As we boarde the bus back to Laguardia I caught sight of a rather chunky Michael Kors hailling a cab, and remarked on the irony of Tocarra’s elimination fromLast years A.N.T.M competition. T was constantly being told the designer whose clothes all the girls would be wearing, did not make her size. Having met her in the flesh i can say, she’s a big girl, huge tits, nice big bum, but she aint no obese fatty, she’s just a thick hourglass, and tall. but like Michael Kors was obviously fat, like chunky monkey fo sho, and yet he wont design clothes for his own kind, he’s a self hating fatso!
anyways it was back to the members lounge and first class. by the time we landed i was drunk from all the wine the stuard kept pouring me (i wanted to put my number in his pocket but seeing as how my aunt was very alert and he was at least her age, i felt it would be inapropriate)
I was in such a good mood that not even the fact that i got on the bus in the wrong direction and took a 55 minute detour could bring me down. I got home and bragged to julie then went to bed.
BGA
