Saturday, February 24, 2007

Ah Youth

C and I stepped out of Great Jones and into an astonishment of warm sunlight that feels a month early. We have just had eggs and cornbread and bloodies with Joe, Eddie and David who is now kissing us all good-bye and is rushing off to Boston to visit his boyfriend. (He is radiant with romance.) We other four head uptown and west on foot and come upon an annual event in Union Square: The Pillow Fight.

Feathers flew and shirts were damned. Pink haired goth girls sat on curbing like stoned Helens of Troy, tipping their ashes dangerously into the white stuffing that swirled aound their little black boots, while the boys mounted each other and rode into the fray with delirious battle cries.

ah youth


Blogger tornwordo said...

It's a little cold to be doffing shirts, no? I'm looking forward to May at the Hudson hotel....Hope you guys'll be around!

7:08 AM  
Blogger Bruce said...

Venice and Paris are wonderful. But sometimes I really miss New York.

9:26 AM  
Blogger Atari_Age said...

I'm completely clueless as to the context. Googleing Great Jones brings up a spa...

But what the heck were they all doing - or why were they doing it?

Regardless, I'd totally like to fuck around with the two-pillowed "A Horse!" dude! (Was that what he was yelling?)

11:41 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

as the shirtless rider with the bullets I say cold be damned!

12:02 PM  
Blogger TigerYogi said...

Where does this tradition come from?

6:20 PM  
Blogger David said...

Well, I don't regret heading up to Boston, but it would have been fun to have caught the pillow fight with you guys.

3:30 PM  
Blogger David said...

And I am radiant with romance, aren't I!

4:40 PM  

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