Friday, February 11, 2005

Valentine's Day, cynically speaking.

Let the other morons feed each other candy out of heart-shaped boxes
while wearing silk undies and quoting Elizabeth Barrett Browning -- you and I remember all the shitty, lonely and/or humiliating Feb 14ths that have come and gone in these, our decidedly non-Hallmarkian real lives. Whether you're truly an anti-romantic or just having a bad day, the good news is that you don't have to sulk and scowl in your filthy apartment this year. Leave your heroin-addict boyfriend at home (but hide your ATM card) and come out to Cafe Du Nord, where, "pumped on sex-hormones and black coffee, drunk with the horny mating rituals of the urban damned," Lydia Lunch, Cara Bruce, Thomas Roche and Blag Dahlia will tell it like it is. As the devil-dressed-as-Cupid on your other shoulder says: "Sex ain't pretty, and neither are you."

-- Jan Richman


City Doll said...

Where's Cafe du Nord?

Check it out!!!

jm said...

CC: wowsers, a jan richman fan? yikes, who'da thunk it?
citydoll: cafe du nord is a funky little gem of a live music bar, underground, in a neighborhood bordering the castro in The City. (if ya are outside ca - The City is SF).
used to serve great basque food.

CC said...

From CC:

Um ... before we all get carried away making reservations at Cafe du Nord, this posting is from my archives, so it's at least a few years old. I just liked the tone. It was so ... so ... me. :-)