memories of a memorable memorial day

as far as i am concerned, my memorial day started thursday. after-work cocktails on the roof of the met.


when i got there these kids were skateboarding and sort of nonchalantly bleeding from scrapes, so cute.




we were ostensibly celebrating frank stella's huge metal sculptures.









the light was heavenly.




ditto the desserts.


the moon made an appearance.


friday: highlights @ julien farel, bergdorf goodman, fao schwartz, central park, tacos on the upper west side. later: stopped by freeman's but ended up @ barmarché.




carefully avoided the italian sausage fest or whatever.


had some post-prandial cocktails at the urge where a drag queen who was probably a hot guy lip-synced joan jett's cover of gary glitter's "do you wanna touch me."



my attorney arrived from l.a. dressed to kill. or maim.




he bought a new ring - the indian head. sort of jealous. i could have bought one too, but it's called restraint, hello. i also saw a bird skull ring that sort of matches my necklace except you can open up the cranium and store a tiny stash where the brains would be.



my attorney purchased shoes and hats.







later we partied in room 314 at the bowery hotel. highly recommended. we brought our own champagne and workhorse provided the ceviche.
















gotta love that view.


when we ran out of champagne in room 314 we headed to freeman's for another bottle.


then i ran into some guy with a delorean, which is my second favorite car after the karmann-ghia.


what?


we went to the cock and danced and did whatever you do at the cock.
then i went home while others partied more.


i nursed my hangover with vh1 classic. hi david.


ashes to ashes, indeed.


this also helped. cherry icy from my corner, $1.00.


i wanted to buy these for poogene but they only had mediums.


nik enjoys little italy.


my attorney enjoys an afternoon cocktail.


shopping at bblessing was a psuedo-religious experience...


...in a religion where you can't afford to worship.


congee village seems to suddenly be filled with underaged drinkers. they'd better be careful or they're gonna get shut down. the quality of the underaged drinkers was extremely low, as well. like if i had to grade how much i wanted to hang with them, on a scale of one to ten - they're at less than zero.


monday i found myself going out on a limb. this involved taking a train from grand central station...


...to beautiful "wastechester" - sometimes it's good to surprise yourself.