2003-07-18

Stuff

Time zips along. Mikey's memorial was this past Monday. A group of us sang "Because/Golden Slumbers" (from Abbey Road) at the memorial, and it was really all I could do to keep from just losing my shit up there on the altar when Chris Mascara came in on the "once there was a way to get back homeward" part. But the Dee always said, "do it for the show," and so we did, and people really appreciated hearing us sing.

After the service, we had a New Orleans-style procession up Commonwealth Avenue, led by the Revolutionary Snake Ensemble, to the Paradise, where everyone was treated to Mikey's favorite BBQ from Redbones.

A backline had been arranged on the stage, so folks could come up and play music and share stories. Curious Ritual reunited and played a couple of songs, Kay Hanley sang with The Pills, and the whole energy there through the whole night was really incredible. I think a lot of people really were able to come to peace with everything that had happened over the past 3 1/2 years, and we all felt that Mikey was there with us, finally free after having been a prisoner in his own body for so long. It was at turns joyful and moving.

The night before, the houseboy and I kept hearing this little mewing sound outside the living room window. It was a kitten. A very scared and dirty little kitten.

We coaxed her out with some milk and managed to get her inside the house, where we brushed the burrs and twigs out of her fur. She was stunned -- and probably weak -- enough to let us.

In the last couple of days, she's just blossomed into such a nice little cat. She's a little unclear on the concept of the litter box, and she seems to think that my feet are the best toys ever, particularly at around 5:30 in the morning, but she's also, in the words of my dear friend the Marquis: SEWWW KEEWWWWT. She drapes herself along the top of the sofa and watches the television.

Unfortunately, we can't keep her. Whitey B. was sort of "grandfathered," in terms of our lease, and we can't have another pet. But we've found a home for her, with a coworker of the houseboy's, who'll be moving to Brooklyn in August. She can't take her right now, because her present living situation includes a dog, so we are, in essence, raising a "foster kitty" for the next couple of weeks.

I am trying very, very hard not to fall in love.

lisamcc at 9:13 p.m.

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