1 month ago
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Et la nuit continuait
Briullov made me a mixtape.
We listened to said mixtape last night, the last night before he had to go back to New York, and drank manhattans. Many Maraschino cherries died.
Mika came on, and Briullov started to laugh. He said, "I love this music video. Half-man, half-woman."
I said, "What?"
He said, "YOU'VE NEVER WATCHED IT?!"
We watched it. He said, "Mika really doesn't know how to dance, does he?"
He said, "He just kind of...makes weird poses. But he rocks it, so it seems like he's dancing."
We looked at each other for a moment, the lamplight reflected in ice and liquor refractions. We turned the song on again.
We made weird poses, and we rocked them.