Queer Eye encounters

I posted a version of this to a list a number of my LJ buddies are on; apologies to those for whom this is a duplication (This one's revised and ever-so-slightly wittier, fwiw.) For those who haven't met him, imagine M.'s dialogue in a London accent:

I dropped by to see M. at Evil Chain Restaurant yesterday afternoon, since he was going to be closing at work (getting out after 2 am), and I was passing by on my way between work and my next errand.

When he got in last night, I woke up as, alas, I always do, and he said, "I forgot to tell you, but the young guy from Queer Eye was there when you stopped in yesterday."

"Uh, the young guy?" 'Cause none of them are *ancient* exactly.

"You know. The culture guy. He was sitting right behind you."

"*Jai* was in the restaurant and you didn't tell me? *Bad* M.!"

"Sorry -- you popped in so quickly; I didn't think 'til you'd gone."

*pause*

"Wait. Jai -- the Culture Guy -- was in . . . the Olive Garden." (So now you know Evil Chain Restaurant's secret identity.)

"Yeah."

"That is just *sooo* wrong."

"Innit, though?"

I mean, yeah, it's Chelsea, NYC's hot gay neighborhood (half the places they go shopping on the show are mere blocks our apartment), but . . . Jai. Mister Culture. In the Olive Frickin' Garden, the ultimate in suburban mall restaurants.

As long as Ted the Food Guy never shows up.

I really, really don't hate my neighborhood

On the way home from yoga class, I stumbled onto a Man Ray/Duchamp exhibit at one of the galleries.

It *so* doesn't suck to live here.