welcome to the bungle

tuesday - pizza at lombardi's, drinks at shebeen, etc. later i ended up at some baile funk party @ apt, shimmying to booty bass with portuguese lyrics.

wednesday i had a lovely farewell dinner with the lovejones at matsuri, fantastic sushi, tempura eel and a some sort of lethal momo-tini peachy cocktail with what i thought were olives on a toothpick immersed inside - they turned out to be lychees, yum!







thursday i went to what i thought was going to be a small photography exhibit - turned out that it was held in grand central station and the pictures were of the race for governor, so spitzer and a gang of political types were there. let's just say i felt a teeny conspicuous. i texted a friend:
i love being the leopard print girl in a room full of navy suits.











post-photo show i crashed a party in the west village and dragged people to workhorse's to play with his wii. i have seen the future and it's so so fun!

on my way home i stopped for papaya juice. they're open 24 hours and it aids digestion, you know.





friday i stayed in and watched degrassi. i can't believe craig is on coke, such good TV!

saturday i had a million errands to run and then went uptown to see the fam - and then downtown again, then because of some mix up, drank alone @ the brass monkey while people around me were watching football, then met up with people at automatic slim's, then my friend km texted to say she was going to esquina with a friend who was maybe bringing axl rose.

i thought she was joking so i texted back:
welcome to the jungle baby, you're gonna die!

but of course when i got to esquina, axl rose was actually there. with sebastian bach. and at another table? moby. random. i had my own celebrity posse: workhorse and poogene. they're real rock stars!

later km and i hit 151 and st. jerome where we met a cute tattooed bartender named zack who forced us to do shots with him, sigh. like my girl jaimes says, the good times are killing me.