Kinkle in Williamsburg says...

I started the weekend early on Thursday when I met someone I used to work with at this nutty plus size women's magazine, at his friend's place in Carnegie Hall. The friend's nickname is, in fact, the DUCHESS of Carnegie Hall and she is 95 years old. She took a bunch of pics of celebs back in the day and supported her family of five kids shooting the stars. She gave me a book of photos of her shot in period garb by NY Times shutterbug Bill Cunningham and then we all went to the Russian Tea Room and had some drinky winks. I love old people, especially if they are interesting. Her (50something) son picked up the tab and I caught up with my former colleague who is as eccentric as ever. I left and went back to my ol' stomping ground 2A from my single days and met up with a friend who recently moved from Australia and also ran into someone I used to work with in Dallas with who now does PR for Sonia Rykiel. It's all about the fashion gals. I stayed til the rather late hour of 2am then dragged my ass home.
On Friday my husband was coming back from a week of rehearsing a band he's working with in Canada, and the offspring was at his grandparent's in New Hampshire. They picked me up after getting back to NYC and I was bowled over when my baby ran up to me and kept hugging me furiously. He had missed me a lot and it was really cute. Unfortunately I made plans to go out that night before I realized it was the night everyone came back, but since I will have baby duty most evenings until mid-June I'm glad I got the opportunity to do what I did. I went with Miss Nicole (the editor) and my friend Sara to see "Brand Upon The Brain," a live performance of a soundtrack for a film by Canadian director Guy Maddin. If you haven't ever seen his films, you should check them out because they are way trippy. This particular performance had Crispin Glover narrating live, a group of foley artists making sound effects, a small orchestra and a castrato singing (which had to be seen to be believed): all backing up a silent film. I won't say anymore than that but if you missed it you missed something truly special. Afterwards we were waiting to get Crispin Glover to sign one of his books but he ended up deciding not to come out and face the public (he's kind of a weird dude). I had a short chat with Guy Maddin himself who seemed surprisingly normal and friendly, and I also congratulated the castrato who only nodded his acknowledgement (damn!).We went on to K&M bar in my hood and met up with some other fun NYC ladies and listed to my hubby's best friend Mike Williams spin then I went home and woke my poor hubby up to gush about the experience.
Saturday the hubby had to get up and hit the studio so I hung out with my baby who is going through a very funny stage at the moment. He was doing pratfalls on the bathroom floor over and over to make himself laugh. I watched bad movies by myself Saturday night and then the documentary "That Man: Peter Berlin" which is about the Greta Garbo of gay porn. As you can see I have some weird interests. My husband came home and I kept him up talking about THAT for a while then we went to bed.
Sunday I got to sleep in as much as one can in a big open loft since it was Mother's Day. My husband made me a card with the baby's artistic input (he refuses to purchase greetings, they must all be personalized) and gave me this really cool gunmetal necklace from my fave jewelry store Catbird in Willyburg. It's a deer head with a full set of horns held up by a chain. Some girls get diamonds, I get gunmetal deer and I like it like that. It's funny because the NY Times recently had an article on how antlers are the new skulls which he didn't read, but he's good at picking up on the cultural zeitgeist nontheless. We went to brunch at Relish where the freaking hipster wait staff were their usual pain in the ass. ("No, you can't sit in the back room even though it's empty you have to sit outside where it is breezy and cold. Yes that other couple can move to a table in the sunlight but you can't because we can't be moving everyone. Yes you can order more bloody marys but I won't bring them to you.") They are such a pain in the ass if the food wasn't good and it wasn't a block away I would just boycott the place. Hubby went to work at the studio and I took the baby to the playground where some jerky undisciplined kid KICKED MY BACK when i was going down the slide with the baby, reminding me why I can't stand other people's kids or playgrounds in general.
I then returned home where we ate and then I watched the Sopranos & Entourage before going to bed. The End.