Long friggin’ day. Like, really.

Theresa and Kofi picked me up and we went into NYC for the day. First, we spent some time at the studio where Kofi’s band rehearses.

Then we walked downtown and picked up our tickets for the Buffy Sing-Along from the IFC Center. We walked around some more, had some tea, had some dinner, checked out a few stores and I actually found several that I’ve heard of or walked by many times before but hadn’t ever visited.

There was Shoegasm (where I found several pairs of GREAT shoes by Irregular Choice, a UK shoe designer - maybe I’ll get a pair in a few months) and MXYPLYZYK (where I got a really great mechanical pencil and some hilarious birthday cards) and then the Tea Spot (where I had some great Moroccan Mint tea) and then I broke and got a Moleskine notepad at Barnes and Noble since the paper was just so nice and it was the flip-top reporter style which I totally love for taking notes on the run — much easier than a notebook with a left- or right-side binding.

We bummed around for a few more hours, sat in Washington Square Park for a while checking out various buskers and folks “performing” in the area. Kofi took some pictures of rats in the trashcans. Then we made our way over to the theatre. It was 10:00.

After standing there for a while, Kofi asked the IFC staff where they were going to start the line and when, and the guys there gave him the details. When they put up the stansions to mark the beginning of the line, we were the second people in line. After us was a pretty entertaining group of theatre folks who we chatted and laughed with.. .and totally indulged in our geekiness.

One of the gay men in the theatre-folk group told us about a game he likes to play while in NYC. There are actually two versions of the game; one is “Fag or EuroTrash?” and the other is “Hipster or Retard?” The whole explanation was pretty hilarious and included a segment on how the only people in this world who wear tight-fitting button-fly jeans are either gay men or Europeans.

After waiting in line for 90 minutes, we were allowed into the theatre. Before they played the episode of Buffy, they handed out directions on how to participate and were selling goodie bags with the objects needed to interact.

Without giving everything away, one of the fun “actions” required was to scream, “DAWN SHUT UP!” everytime the character of Buffy’s little sister, Dawn, appeared in a scene. There was also throwing of streamers and popping of corks and finger puppet stuff. However, even prior to the rolling of the scene, they did Buffy-oke (like karaoke, but Buffy related) where they selected people out of the audience to re-enact a scene from an episode of Buffy along with the scene projected on the movie screen and the subtitles. Some of the people who “performed” were really great and they won prizes accordingly. There was also trivia and just lots of hilarious conversation and quipping by our emcee…

Then the musical episode, “Once More With Feeling,” started to play. It was fun-tastic and I was laughing and singing and yelling along with Theresa and 198 other crazed people. After the episode, we got to watch the original pilot episode that Joss Whedon created when he was trying to sell the series to the different stations. It was awful in some respects and great in others. In general, though, it was a really interesting “text” in the history of Buffy.

We got out of the theatre at about 1:50 in the morning and walked up to the PATH station to get back to Hoboken and drive home. The PATH was running its overnight/weekend schedule and the stations were filled with drunken folk heading back to NJ. I asked Kofi and Theresa if they wanted to play a game called, “Count the Drunken People.” However, they were hard to spot (since lots of people were just sitting on the PATH train with their eyes closed) but we sure could smell them.

There was a woman on the train with a tank top that said, “BORN TO WED” who was obsessively twirling her engagement ring the whole time she was standing there. I felt rather sorry for her.

Once we got back to Hoboken, we ran into the usual Saturday night suspects; drunken former frat boys who think it’s the mark of a distinguished social life to spend Friday and Saturday night in Hoboken bars, getting drunk and then yelling to anyone on the street who’ll listen. As we walked by one pack of these types, the guys started yelling to some women on the other side of an intersection, “Hey, mediocre looking girls! I’ve got a guy here who wants some. Can you help him?”

I was just disgusted.

Anyway, we got home, I’ve cleaned up the laundry I left on my bed and I’m getting the hell to sleep because I’m mad tired.