We took Kitty with us to Ace Bar last night. We were worried it would freak her out: the loud music, the many people, etc. We needn't have. After an hour, she was having a great time.

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The other night we drank a 1/4 liter bottle of Tobala Mezcal (Waiter: “Rawr!”) with dinner and that night I woke up at 3AM with my mind racing. First I stressed about the NYU student who's been converting some videotape to DVDs and who recently told me he's done and could I pick up my stuff 'cause he's leaving the country in two days? Jerk. But ( Read more... )

We hosted a SGNY party on Saturday. Okay, the official start time of the party was 9:00. At 6:30, this guy, Ricky, shows up for the party. He's not even a member; his girlfriend is. My most meaningful interaction with him can be found here: he's the guy who almost punched me. So this was all very bizarre, and just a little uncomfortable. We talk a ( Read more... )

Went to NYE party last night. It was full of very hot indian girls. I didn't know many people. Leah & a friend did vodka shots and danced in a somewht dirty manner. Captain Jack Sparrow hit on her, but he was pretentious. We were cabbing downtown to the Pussycat Lounge around 1am when Leah started to feel catastrophic. Aw. So we cut short and went

That was quite the party.

• Spent much of the evening without my pants
• Got my mistletoe on (though received bruises)
• nearly got punched for taking a picture
• Lost my camera (since been found)
• Remember little else

Last night my woman was working nights, so I slept alone. I think I must've slept about, maybe, twenty minutes before something woke me up; it couldn't have been too long because the dishwasher was still going. Standing next to my bed was a hooded shriveled evil gnome. It was staring at me. I stared back until I decided he/she was just some ( Read more... )

I spent Saturday morning working on a craigslist project. An "ad spec", which is, as far as I can tell, a very basic mock-up of an ad to show off. The product promoted is a party game called The Big O Game. It's a CD full of people moaning, and the game is to guess which groans are actually someone being gratified. Saucy ( Read more... )

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The 86 Rules of Boozing70. The patrons at your local bar are your extended family, your fathers and mothers, your brothers and sisters. Except you get to sleep with these sisters. And if you're really drunk, the mothers.
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The Very Special Lady-Friend and I saw a quartet of short plays that were playing nearby. It was $5 per ticket - very inexpensive entertainment, really - so I didn't have very high expectations. But they were very good: Well, one was not good, and one ended before I could get an impression of it, but the other two were great. The both dealt with ( Read more... )