The official results of my Hatred Poll's results are in. I am loved, not hated. Well, for the most part. A third of people hated me.
It was a pretty tight race. For a while, with 3 people out of 7 going for hatred, I thought I'd have to rule on general apathy. But then, out of nowhere yesterday, another 2 people voted, and they did not hate me. It was love!
And another thing: The weekend was pretty good. Friday sucked, but Saturday was awesome.
I woke up at 7 am, went the park twice, then to Staples and Target, bought Jumbling Tower (the generic Jenga), a printer and a microphone.
Then I spent the rest of the afternoon researching Exchange Place online and getting a loose script together to shoot the Jersey City Pride Festival for one of my new video projects. It's a series of fake Jersey City travel guides called, "Hey! It's Jersey City." My boyfriend helped me by testing out the microphone and making a press sleeve for it. That way, people took us seriously. When people saw us shooting, they looked at the microphone and said, "Oh, it's 'Hey! It's Jersey City'." He also shot the entire thing, which was very nice of him.
I've never been to a Pride Festival, but this was the best one I'd ever seen. We had a lot of fun.
We got so many great interviews with big Jersey City people like Christine Goodman, Norm Francoeur, Beth Occhendsasd (from JCLGO I'll get spell her name right in the video I can't find it now) and the two hosts, Ben Lerman and Jackie Monahan, among others. I didn't get interviews with Napoleon Paul Mendoza and Miguel Cardena because they were too busy working on the festival. We also got some dick shots from the dancing crowd.
Then we stopped by the after party at Hard Grove Cafe. But we couldn't shoot too much of that because it got dark and we got drunk.
After going over ReOdorent Joe's house for a bit, we went up to the warehouse party. We took a cab up there because it's in such a shitty part of town. There were like 500 hipsters in the parking lot. A lot of people I know were exiting because of the heat inside and they'd ran out of beer. It wasn't even one in the morning. That means they ran out of beer in about 2 and a half hours! We were there for about 30 minutes or so, but I hate dancing so we left. Then we walked back downtown because we didn't want to pay for another cab. It took like 45 minutes, but no one tried to mug us (unlike the last time I walked up Grand Street).
We were hungry, so we stopped at the only place still open, the fried chicken place. There were some people there from Pride and one guy told me not to waste time on my boyfriend because he was a closet gay. What a dick.
We went to Lucky 7, but it was already last call, and we were drunk enough. We went home, gobbled our fried chicken down, got stomach aches and went to sleep.
Then Sunday, we were only a little hungover. We got brunch and played fake Jenga. I won.
What a great weekend. I'll start editing the video today and hopefully have it up online this week.
I think that in general in Jersey City, things are getting bigger and more legitimate and even sponsored and force politicians to endorse it. I'm so glad we have such a great scene of people who are artsy and like to party and make sure that the local government knows it and makes it part of its agenda.