once a year

for my birthday weekend i...









...had awesome conveyor belt sushi @ the whole foods on houston street...



...had a ghetto birthday party...







...with piñatas...







...followed by...























...fancy lunch at bg...
(even though it was fancy we still talked about tranny hookers and the darth vader piñata thief)

i'm older now, and i can safely say...

there's nothing like being surrounded by the ones you love.

my brush with the law

well i've been on jury duty for the past few days and now i am actually a JUROR. i've stopped wearing my studded belt because the metal detectors at the courthouse are kind of a bitch. unfortunately, cameras are not allowed in the building - there are amazing views of the architectural details of the courts, the woolworth building, the municipal building and so on. it's a criminal case and i heard two witnesses testify today. but the cooler part is just being downtown in this GORGEOUS weather. i've been riding my ridiculous bike to court, and when we break for lunch i do a little curated creative cuisine. monday i ate at pho pasteur; barbecued beef on rice vermicelli noodles and a coke, total price: $5.75. tuesday i had a salad with grilled chicken and goat cheese at lucky strike, and today i had steak soft tacos with lime and a grapefruit jarritos at esquina - not only did i sit outside and enjoy the sunshine, they threw in a free slice of watermelon for dessert. bring on the evidence: my verdict? so far so good!

spread the bread, pool the moola

YAWN.

dinner last night at barrio chino, one of my faves.

margaritas + huitlacoche quesadillas + postprandial cupcake @ sugar sweet sunshine = ♥

i've been listening to a lot of fucked up mashups and remixes lately, totally chaotic and intriguing, some of them make me shimmy in my seat on the A train.

here's one: starkey - touchofevilriddim

here's another: somebody told me i wear my sunglasses at night (team 9/the killers)



and here's book my good friend matt gave me:



one hen, two cocks, sigh.....

bits and pieces, mittens and valium

i've fallen behind. somewhat. but i think i can just hit the lowlights, and move on.









reebok party at culture club. hosted by downtown julie brown, whom i used to love. they'd hired breakdancers and rollerskaters, but the best was this old dude who was totally grinding on julie. i was so shocked i couldn't take a picture.

julie brown still looks pretty hot, by the way. wubba wubba wubba.






later i had drinks at milano's, i've been going there a lot lately.

workhorse brought this guy i'd been in 8th grade with but could not remember. i felt bad. i felt even worse when i found out that he's married now. damnit.



later we met up with kingtee and ayana and this somali chick from sweden and had japanese fried and grilled crap on st. mark's at like 2am.

friday i was sick and missed the last ever dirty down @ lit. shiznit.

saturday i spent all day trying on bridesmaids dresses and watching my friend try on wedding dresses. i will spare you those pictures. after about 3 hours in a bridal store you're pretty much over ever seeing a floofy white dress again. i'm convinced that if i ever get married i'll just stop in bloomingdale's or H&M on my way to the rooftop photo studio and pick up something vaguely white and super cheap. i'm just not the vera wang kind of girl. it's all about the party anyway, am i right? oh... but i would like to wear a huge feathered headdress like a carnival dancer. hmm. this plan needs work. and a fiancé.



sunday i had dinner with the fam.



this is typical behavior for my sister.

{happy belated birthday, has!!!}


she's off to peru now, i'm hoping she brings me back mittens and valium. i lost the super warm llama hair mittens i bought in peru.

i need mittens. and valium.


if i ever have a punk rock band we're totally going to be called mittens and valium.

thanks; but no thanks.

happy thanksgiving!



i made the long trip to the upper west side for t-day. we gathered a good group and ate a lot.





after dinner i suggested we play cards. my mom said, "i have cards! i got them in peru." she goes to her room and comes back with "casinos eroticos."







no one could concentrate on the game.

post thanksgiving activities included:

drinking at barrio chino





drinking at good world





getting a manicure and a blowout



drinks and oysters at blt fish (again)



and watching acrobats and trained dogs do tricks at the big apple circus.





so. it's offically the holiday season, time to indulge and overindulge. do my jeans even fit anymore?

hope on the half shell

looking back...
trying to remember where i've been, what i've done.

thursday i went to a hugh masekela show and saw harry belafonte.



friday i saw the new james bond, which was pretty good, i guess...

i mean, daniel craig is a great actor, but he's not classically handsome, and i just wasn't entirely sure he was "bond" enough... bond to me is irresistible, an all-eyes-on-me ladykiller. but on the other hand - it's an origin story, like when you read wolverine #1 or whatever. i enjoyed it, except when i didn't. there's a five minute period in the last third when i was like, GROAN. but still. thumbs up.




saturday i had brunch with poogene and later got a blowout.







my straight hair and i joined my mom for dry aged rib eye steak dinner on the upper west side and then i ate late supper - or dinner again - at blt fish's fish shack.

workhorse, poogene and i shared the raw bar seafood combo, aka the tower of power, fell in love with fanny bay oysters and ordered another half dozen of those, with six widow's holes. everything was washed down with a few large sapphire and tonics and a lot of laughing. could not stop laughing. i love those boys.










after oysters i hopped on the back of workhorse's vespa and we scooted east to have one drink at bao 111 before meeting everyone at speakeasy for more drinks and pool. i was home minutes before 4am.

sundays are for sleeping.

i should have gotten a mani/pedi - my mom magically produced two bottles of the highly elusive and much sought after chanel black satin nail polish.



well, maybe tomorrow. there's always tomorrow. you never know what could happen.