leftovers

i'm just going to warm up some stuff from earlier in the week.



monday i had a hot ticket: entry to a press screening of pirates of the caribbean: at world's end.
it was super fun... non-stop action. if you think the second one sucked, you're right. but this was better.
about halfway through it goes all psychotic and psychadelic and you join johnny depp as he trips out of his mind. so much awesome.



tuesday i was walking home through soho minding my own business when richard famous called me.
"what are you doing?" he asked.
"i'm on my way home," i said.
"come to the rogan party," he said. "tsuyoshi is here."
"i dunno, i'm tired," i said.
he handed the phone to tsuyoshi.
"you have to come, there are so many hot guys here," tsuyoshi said. "get in a cab right now."
i got in a cab.
it was a hybrid!
i was already having fun.





















"i thought rogan made jeans. why are there only surfboards in this store?" i asked.
no one answered. we drank free booze. we hung out on the sidewalk in the mild may air. we played ping pong in front of the store. we ate stupendously delicious appetizers at south's. we wandered the streets of tribeca and hit the afterparty at smith & mills.










yesterday was richard famous' birthday. drinks on the patio @ b bar and then much-needed sleep.

it was also a celeb-studded day.
last night i saw fred armisen on the F train platform at west 4th street.

later i saw alan cumming on ludlow street, considering entering paladar and then reconsidering.

then latenight i saw rashida jones on houston and essex, looking every bit as beautiful as she does in pictures.


looking ahead:

- it's fleet week! there are sailors everywhere.
- my attorney is coming to town again!
- it's almost my birthday. i hate aging but i love celebrating.