a merry old soul...

the evening started at the king cole bar in the st. regis hotel. the bloody mary was invented there.



i had one single solitary gin and tonic in the warm, wood-paneled lounge. on my way to the loo, i thought to myself, i love hotels. i want to live in a hotel. i want to get a small dog and live in a hotel. then i realized that i've wanted those things since i was five years old and read eloise. some desires never change.



we went to the bowery ballroom to see younglove, my new favorite. the crowd was energetic, dan keyes sounded great and we danced, danced, danced. he is so so dreamy. with his dance moves, and his floppy hair. i think i've posted it before, but please watch his video here. the whole CD is great, by the way.



did i mention he is super CUTE???

some of us took his posters off of the walls.

post-younglove cocktails at sweet & vicious.





i was home by midnight, i swear.

VIP - drinks on me

things started out so innocently.

yes, it was hot. unprecedented heat.

but i was wearing shorts and red heels and i'd just come from the apple store, where a cute smarty-pants at the genius bar replaced my brain-damaged iPod.

so i went to dinner at employees only and the gentleman with the twisty mustache winked at me and complimented my shoes.

and i had a couple of fraise sauvages, and my ladies met me after dinner and we had a few more drinks, then ended up at the cowgirl hall of fame and someone ordered corn dogs, then we somehow ended up at brite bar where a dude wanted to check our IDs.

ms. h said, "don't you think we're over 21?" and he replied "i don't give a shit." RUDE RUDE RUDE RUDE.

we turned around and walked out and hit glass, and i was glad because the music was better, the people were nicer, i saw my friend casimir, and we danced to the new justin timbaland single. i'll let you whip me if i misbehave, indeed.

and so more champagne, and more dancing, and then over to stereo for the aNYthing party... the DJ dropped OPP and the crowd went wild.

i got home after 2am.

and today?

my head hurts, my feet hurt and my pedicure is ruined.

happy thursday.

sham pain, the epic

if you play your cards right, your weekend can start on thursday.

i had a meeting in the am and then went to visit my friend cornelius in the garment district. he's beautiful, he can sing, i love his band and he also designs dresses! i was hooked up with a brand new wrap dress.



please excuse the horrifying shiny chin. hot in the city.

anyway. when you have a good meeting and a new dress, you have to go out. those are the rules.


so i met my friend T for dinner, and it quickly turned into oysters and champagne...









after dinner we picked up more champagne and headed to workhorse's, where there was an impromptu pedi competition.

you may or may not believe this, but some of these feet belong to straight men.



i was declared the winner of the pedi contest, but when straight guys are involved, is it really a victory to savor?

here's my pedi secret: i bring my own polish to the pedi place. that way, when (not if) the polish chips, i can touch it up myself.








we ended the night in the back patio of crudo.

friday i did stuff like go to the bookstore, drink a smoothie, drop off laundry, etc.

saturday i traveled to fort greene, brooklyn - beautiful scenic setting for a summer picnic...

sitting under a tree eating KFC is one of life's small pleasures.

plus my ipod was hooked up to my monster speakers...


















sunday afternoon was the fun indoor/outdoor gay party @ opus 22 - starring candis cayne. she performed a few numbers and even ran out onto the west side highway during "love is a battlefield."

may i be honest? your weekend is lacking if you don't see a tranny run to an island by the west side highway and dance like pat benatar.







please note how my cocktail just about matches my shirt. MANGO MADNESS!








afterward we ate dinner @ highline and then had more drinks at apt.

we met a nice architect from east berlin, but by that time it was late on a school night and time to go home....








more later...