once again in westchester. once again with ben. once again so many things. i left my dearest dog in the care of ms. lana, cuz my mom and brothers escaped to the beach for the weekend. i arrived here yesterday and was met by ms. becca. she took me to a nifty dessert place where we proceded to share my lunch, and then i met ben and his mother for dinner at angelica's [no-animal-products, trendy-decor, our-mission-statement's-nearly-as-long-as-the-menu, earth-friendly, leftist, modern, drag-queen-as-host(ess?) but at least the food tastes good] kitchen.
today we returned to the city, wandered around in the sweltering while i wondered why i alone in this city of millions looked over-cooked, and watched a movie at the angelika as the one we wanted to see -- and just arrived in time for -- and the film forum was sold out. no problem: mostly martha, our consolation prize, was a sweet german comedy about northern europe's guilty fantasy of wanting to be italy.

we dashed home at my behest to catch sex in the city, which was subpar (grrr). i just finished my screenplay. 96 pages, but i'm sure i'll give and take a few. the important thing is draft 1 is done. tomorrow, ben's birthday, is all planned, and it involves various performances and art things as well as alcohol -- a crucial element in any turning 21. we crash in the city at a friend's place and rise early to zoom off to the cape. net access might be sketchy so brace yourselves for a possible three-day babblebook brownout. as though everyone else hasn't already taken one.