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2005-06-22 - 5:52 p.m. East Village Orgy in the Dark My sister and I talked yesterday, and I admitted I have limited patience for extended voicemail messages left on my cellphone. I'm sure this is related to the imperatives my mom insisted, that I call her every day as soon as I arrived home, so she'd know I was OK: ye-ow! I was like going on 50 years old?!? Anyway, next Bad Citigrrrl entry: After a night out at Max's Kansas City in downtown New York - Andy Warhol and his friends at an adjoining table - we headed to someone's apartment nearby where the power had been shut off - likely for non-payment - and the entire place was eerily lit by candles wax-fused to furniture, and gas burners insanely tall-burning, fired up on the kitchen stove. We had to be careful not to trip over shadows cuddled on the floor in the dark: silouettes flickered across the open stove flames, a quietly dramatic image hard to forget.