The two weeks preceding the Kentucky Derby in Louisville offer a host of traditions to partake in. Since I missed the steam boat race on Wednesday, once night fell I anticipated a visit to a local bar, Seidenfadens, where Kentuckians and implants alike imbibe and croon every year on the Wednesday before Derby. Aside from singing backup once on a Pat Benetar song in a dark room on a late night in New York City, I never actually sang karaoke until convinced by a man named Barry to join him and share our rendition of “Don’t Go Breakin’ My Heart” (he said he had only known of one Kiki and that I had to sing her song). I dedicated my karaoke virginity to Pilgrim and after singing made a public service announcement, reminding everyone present to check their fire extinguishers and, if they did not have them, to go get one and avoid the devastation and disconnect I have experienced in the wake of the disastrous fire which took Pilgrim’s life on Tuesday, April 22nd, 2008.
Rest in Peace, DJ Pilgrim. You are missed.
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Stella // May 3, 2008 at 6:17 pm
Happy Belated Birthday you rascal.
The expression in fig. 3 is simply priceless.
x
Gina // May 5, 2008 at 2:12 pm
I didn’t know you Pilgrim, but an old friend of mine went missing about a year ago. He is black with a white bowtie patch under his chin and another white patch where his underpants go. If you see him in kitty heaven will you tell him I miss him? He’s very playful and I bet you two will be great friends!
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