The week-end turned out to be a lot of fun. Friday night I worked, feh. On Saturday I went to a gathering of people in honor of a writers' birthday at Niagra. I really like that bar, mostly because Jesse Malin is part owner and I am a sucker for Jesse Malin. (There's some random Pauline trivia for you.)
Sunday I thought I was going over to Linda's brunch in Queens, but then La Madre showed up and was like, "All right! We're goig to the cat show!" I was overwhelmed with guilt, since all she wanted was to go to the cat show. So I put on some clothes and headed over to Madison Square Garden.
Anyway, the cat show was fun. Cat people are really serious about their animals. You can't touch their fluffy creatures or ask silly questions. I am a big fan of Russian Blues and Abyssinians. I also got lots of cat food samples for La Madre to take home to Pookie the Fearless, who is still in Connecticut.
The rest of Sunday was spent napping, trying to get through the New York Times and having impromptu Pauline Dance Parties. Tonight I am going to see Brandi Carlile at the Mercury Lounge. So should you.
By the way, I'm really getting into that new Kanye West song, "Gold Digger." That stuff is hi-larious.
