not much to report today.

my feet are cold.

we left everything on the dancefloor

drinks on the 25th floor of the waldorf-astoria.








a crazy cabride.



getting down and dirty at dirty down.
















a lovely dinner in brooklyn - two nights in a row.

a geography lesson.

seth meyers on snl.

look closely and you'll see - southeast asia, thailand, indonesia and the phillipines on the left... and across the ocean on the right? portugal, spain, some of france.

no magic wand jokes.

so i rented the covenant the very first day it was out on DVD, which was tuesday. let's just be clear: the movie is completely mediocre. but renny harlin and the producers were extremely specific with the marketing of this film, which was basically: what if abercrombie models had powers?

kidding. but unfortunately, a movie that asks this question is a film i need to see.

and so the "sons of ipswich" are basically witches, wizards, warlocks, whatever you want to call them. they're rich new england chiseled-jawed boys who reference harry potter and one dude threatens to make another dude his "weeatch." terrible, laughable, and sort of weirdly enjoyable. but honestly? rent it for the special effects... see it again for the swim team scenes.








sweet pieces of man candy.
when, in your life, have you ever seen high school boys like that?
or uniforms like that?

believe it or not, there's gay subtext.

i was sort of expecting them to start making out with each other.





i mean, they seem like they want to, am i right?
let me mention that there are girls in swimsuits at in this scene, but none of the guys notice them.



listen, i know i could just go get gay porn, but would it be directed by renny harlin? would friday night lights' taylor kitsch be in it? would it be titillating but still PG-13?

and so, i mindlessly await the covenant 2: butterfly stroke boogaloo.
or whatever.

goodbye sucky oh six, hello two double oh seven

so yeah. like the gogos said. vacation, all i ever wanted.

all the stuff i did is a blur. saw dreamgirls, went to a threeasfour party, saw a "family" screening of night at the museum, went to miami, came back, drinks at chinatown brasserie (hot bartender!),








party at the newly fancy gramercy park hotel,








saw a movie with hot hot hot vaguely psuedo-indigenous boys in loincloths (my favorite genre?), tim arrived from hong kong,



dinner at lil frankies (delicious!),





dancing at lit (yay dirty down!),







woke up, brunch at b bar, shopping at odin, across the brooklyn bridge to the museum to see the annie leibovitz and creepy cool ron mueck,



oysters and champagne shark bites at blt fish (again),









followed by drinks at the gramercy park hotel bar, and dancing with korean alvin ailey dancers at apt, saw leonardo and djimon make movie MAGIC then hosted new year's eve tiki stylee -















started out slow and anxiety-riddled, turned out awesome, got kissed by the asian mario lopez. and that's about it. the holidays are over. i spent too much money, ate too much, drank too much, stayed out too late, laughed too loudly and burned the candle at both ends. you call it overindulgent, the french call it joie de vivre. live the life you love and love the life you live.

happy new year!

updates possibly forthcoming. new year new you.