Sozzled in Soho
Hung out with DM last night in the Phoenix Theatre Bar on Charing Cross Road. A said he didn't think straight people met up in Soho: I'm disturbed that the Phoenix is a cool, atrmospheric underground bar on the edge of soho/theatreland/covent garden, but the only online reference I can find is that it's a regular meeting place for the London Vampire Group. Not that we saw any there - or any famous people; last time, D saw Ricky Gervaise.
Talked about Pi and Aronofsky's obsession with obsession, and that's not the perfume. I should definitely get Requiem for a Dream on video, sometime, apparently. Although we had quite a lot of vodka, so I can't remember the end of the conversation. And never have Redbull with your vodka - or at all. D pointed out that it says "not suitable for diabetics" on the can, and you just know that's code for "so much sugar you'll fly." Of course I'm a straight vodka girl: he's the mixer meister.
Had a rather surreal experience walking through Soho: ran into an old friend I used to live next door to when I first moved to London. He was sitting outside Bar Italia or some such cruise-hole, with a mate, and I saw him, and thought "Simon!" So I stopped and said hi, introduced D, (although S rudely did introduce his friend). Here's the science:
Me: Simon!
Him: oh, yeah! Hi! I can't remember your name. How are you?!
Me: (uspet he couldn't remember my name) I'm good, it's been a long time. Nice to see you.
Him: Shit (clutching head - he smoked a lot of dope in the late eighties), I can't believe I can't remember your name, remind me?
Me: Well, I changed my name. So don't worry about remembering my old one. I'm Sasha
Him: Yeah? Me too. I mean, I changed my name, too. I'm XXX now (somewhere on the sanyasin-born-again-jew continuum)
Me: Cool, nice name (I mean, what else do you say?) What are you doing now (clearly run out of conversation)
D: (wittier than the two of us) I still have the one name
Him: We both changed our name! How cool. (boring stuff about what he does, finding himself, traveling)
Me: (aware that we only have enough conversation to last till we run into each in another ten years' time) Well, better run, really good to see you. Have fun on your trip
I like to think that people never forget me. Just shows. Anyway, enough about me, what do you think about me?
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