friday my sister and r2 and yellow surpirsied me at work and i ran away early. chilled uptown for a while before i had a date. turned out to be the Worst. Date. Ever.™
we met in the lobby of the hudson hotel, so we could go around the corner to st. paul the apostle church for a friday night fight. it was the golden gloves quarter finals or something, i didn't even care, i just like boxing. and the friday night fights are cool because there's a DJ and beer and hotdogs and a general energetic atmosphere. plus: hot, sweaty half naked guys. you can't really go wrong. unless, of course, you're on the Worst. Date. Ever.™ he showed up drunk and yelled inappropriate things at the boxers and the ring girl. woe is me.
saturday i trekked uptown to get my hair cut by the gorgeous nunzio at rita hazan. then back downtown to eat at rialto and wander around soho, the west village and the meat packing district. fell in love with a scarf in alexander mcqueen but resisted.
saturday night there was a dinner party in brooklyn. the food was delicious, we were boozy and post-tequila shots, some of us posed for this picture. thanks, guys.
after that, i met my sister at misshapes where we watched underaged boys dance and i met some danish cuties named anders.
sunday was a day of rest, mostly.
here's some stuff to check out:
that's all for now. more later.
1 comment:
those stickers of gary are funny. . . especially his "disguise" (glasses).
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