February 20, 2003 -

birthday wishes from fischerspooner brought us to the carson daly show two days ago.. into this state of emergency letting classes be canceled for a second day.. late trains and tight jeans are all we needed to make it into rockafeller center, more precisely nbc studios.. up the stairs through some metal detectors where remy willingly took off his belt and talking with larry tee and melissa from w.i.t. was cheesy altogether.. phil donahue was carson's interview guest and boy was he speaking my language.. pro-peace, protests, feminism, gay rights has to win you over... fischerspooner takes the stage minus the fifteen backup dancers.. we get emerge via sexy man in a white cut up suit and five gorgeous ladies in black panties... feels good too... hypermediocrity put aside they put on a performance good enough for carson to call them weird.. casey shouted out 'hey we/re on national television! if i stage dive will you catch me' of course we cought him and danced the pain away... fireworks explode and confetti emerges from the ceiling.. and its done in megadramatic fashion addict overload..

on a high and snapping pictures left and right the three wild kids scoot downtown in search of a warm dinner.. yaffa cafe takes us in john waters style feeding us curry and tuna and some white wine.. a last stop at the rickys liquidation store gives remy and marta hair products galore for half price.. and we out..

day two, classes are on and we still trek back to the slushie city of snow mountains.. this time in the name of ladytron who give us some old tunes and newer mellow stuff that makes us shake what out mammas gave us all hipster-like.. playgirl, the way that i found you, he took her to a movie, seventeen, blue jeans, cracked lcd, flicking yr switch, black plastic, evil, cease2exist and some more i cant remember cause the pair of lead singers kept my gaze fastened.. the most beautiful bulgarians who found their way to liverpool of all places and formed a perfect pop band... this is our sound..

busted out of the club full of energy and misplaced bearings cause we got on the wrong subway headings over the williamsburg bridge and into brooklyn we went, further complicating the latness factor and missing our train back to joisey.. my mates hit up grey papaya for 75 cent hot dogs and then its the path to hoboken, a town i miss dearly without suds watching the skyline with me.. but she was there in the form of candy! the newsstand outside the path station sold loads of british choc - picnics, aero mint flavour, wispa, malteasers, snowflakes, cadburys milk bars, turkish delights, but no JELLYTOTS!!! i bought eight bars of choc, a pack of munchos, and some smart vitamin water invoking the hello kitty in all of us..