Living proof

As a single girl, I find these Imette St. Guillen articles seriously freaky, but tonight I decided to take a break from work and go see Say Hi To Your Mom at Rothko. Unlike that girl Imette, I would never be stupid enough to stay out till 4 a.m. at a bar on the Lower East Side with a total stranger. Oh, wait… I did. And we talked about geeky environmental stuff all night, and he didn’t kill me or duct tape me or wrap me in a blanket.

After a week of watching way too much CSI, I’d like to thank this lovely city for reminding me that not every stranger wants me dead. On a brighter note, here’s a blurry photo from the show. I like that it says “Hi” in sparkly letters on the drum:


2 Comments so far

  1. stella (unregistered) on March 9th, 2006 @ 3:53 pm

    sounds like you had a good night out! i’m glad it was fun!! ;)

  2. dhaval (unregistered) on March 9th, 2006 @ 11:15 pm

    The Forest Scares the Hell outta me (great song by “Say hi to your mom”). I’m glad you’re not dead Lisa!

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