unprecedented heat on the F train

this morning i was running late, so my timing was off --
i was on a different train that i usually take, with a different crowd than i usually see.

and i'm here to report that there were an inordinate number of attractive young men on the subway. the troll-to-hottie ratio was way off, and it was incredibly enjoyable!

i had the pleasure of standing near a tantalizingly ethnically ambiguous twentysomething man whose skin and eyes were a honeyed golden brown. shaved head, fitted army green military-inspired jacked, yellow striped shirt, high-end jeans, low-profile dunks. gorgeous. i made valiant attempts not to stare at his chiseled cheekbones as i imagined his origins. brazil? egypt? iran? queens? there was no way of knowing. and at west 4th street i had to leave him behind.

birthday at bembe

dulce moreno shots. dancing. mango margaritas. the heat rises, the shirts come off.

for crying out loud.

what a weekend.

part 1: friday night.

drinks @ crudo, backgammon, drummers in the streets, workhorse's WW II coat, drunken dancing @ 151...



































part 2 : saturday hrh birthday madness

{TK}

hole-y crap.

moths have eaten my favorite sweater. it's just not right.

fire walk with me

i love the OC.

i love it so so so much that i watched it while taping it, went out for drinks, then came home and watched a couple of scenes again, drunk.

here's what we know for sure:

sandy cohen = superman



trey atwood = hot









marissa and ryan kissing = yay!



















flickr is awesome because it was super easy to make this kissing scene into a slideshow.

i was glad i went out for drinks, though. the flickr get togethr was at waikiki wally's. i had a mai tai in a tiki mug...




saw a glowing puffer fish....



then the bartender lit his balls on fire and started spinning 'em.









good stuff, more later.