so yeah. like the gogos said. vacation, all i ever wanted.
all the stuff i did is a blur. saw dreamgirls, went to a threeasfour party, saw a "family" screening of night at the museum, went to miami, came back, drinks at chinatown brasserie (hot bartender!),
party at the newly fancy gramercy park hotel,
saw a movie with hot hot hot vaguely psuedo-indigenous boys in loincloths (my favorite genre?), tim arrived from hong kong,
dinner at lil frankies (delicious!),
dancing at lit (yay dirty down!),
woke up, brunch at b bar, shopping at odin, across the brooklyn bridge to the museum to see the annie leibovitz and creepy cool ron mueck,
oysters and champagne shark bites at blt fish (again),
followed by drinks at the gramercy park hotel bar, and dancing with korean alvin ailey dancers at apt, saw leonardo and djimon make movie MAGIC then hosted new year's eve tiki stylee -
started out slow and anxiety-riddled, turned out awesome, got kissed by the asian mario lopez. and that's about it. the holidays are over. i spent too much money, ate too much, drank too much, stayed out too late, laughed too loudly and burned the candle at both ends. you call it overindulgent, the french call it joie de vivre. live the life you love and love the life you live.