merry christm ass...

first some major news from my wonderful friend on the lane g front.... who just got engaged this weekend...




congrats lane and tsahai! this one was a looong time comin' for my buddy lane g. love you and everything that you've done for everyone in your life.

also mus pay repects to soul brother numba one.... there will never be anutha...

i'm at the sfo airport awaiting my plane to buenos aires via DC. trip home was good. didn't get too wasted although i am a bit sick right now. actually a lot a bit sick. butt it was good coming home to the family and seeing people. beaver patrol, ooo, and antony also got to see paul gallo, krissy, honey and lucey which was wonderful. being sober in san francisco is actually a good thing. this could be the start of something new. i didn't get anything speshul for xmas. just a shirt and a sweatshirt. ummm

well. i would write more, butt i gotta go poo before i board my plane. in total a 16 hour flight and i'm sick as fuck.

oh well..

more lates.

poo!

a drama queen's mid-life crisis....

first off- i need to update me shit more because i'm inspired by the likes of my eternally #1 crush in manhattan- she like just picked up and left for mexico drifted around and now is residing in los angels and is just having fun living life like the carefree monkey that she is. not only that butt this gorgeous multi-faceted diamond of a hussy just recently got engaged to some guy that totally gets my seal of approval. i actually didn't get to exchange words or bodily fluids with this guy, butt she is destined for greatness and i know if she is making a decision for her life this long, that he's gotta be stellar. in another life though, i do plan to fuck the shit of her...

holy shit! i just looked at her flickr shit! not only is she good about updating her blog, she tags every pic on flickr! shit is one!

anushow, about my mid life crisis...

i'm in san francisco now. home. feels good to be home. i was doing pretty good until i got buttcrack in the tl last night. along the way some homeless homo started saying how pretty i was and then got pretty aggressive. it was kinda weird and at one point i had to get defensive. the guy who helped me out was some weird black dude that was wearing a lime green neon shirt who lives in vallejo and said that the salad days in san francisco are over.

then i talked to antony about my mlc. he's like the 22nd person i been talking to about this so it's pretty well rehearsed. butt since out of anyone in my life i take his advice most to heart it was interesting and somewhat revealing.

basically it's this.

i'm all like 34 now. my job had offered me a director position which i turned down. this in itself made me wonder- why when everyone else my age and not even my age wants to ascend up the corporate ladder do i not want to? when am i going to be the one that accepts responsibility and wants to be the one in charge? i pondered this and then interviewed all these people to be my boss. some older some younger, butt many in the field for as long ass me, around 10 years. and they were SO smart. then it's like- if i been doing something for like 10 years, shouldn't i have a certain level of pride in me to want to do it well? so what if i'm not that into technology any more... 40 hours a week for ten years has been THE majority of my life. shouldn't i be a badass at it?

okay... i love evey juan. i really do. butt of course i look at people and think that guy/girl is a dumbass and sux my dick. butt then i look at some of these people and it's like what they have done and they have done amazing things with their life! these people that i always had an arrogant attitude towards that i was always a bit superior and more special, these people have accomplished much greater things than I! these average joes that i chide for being average are indeed more special than i. this is kinda weird. you see... i always thought that i had this kind of fire hankerin' down in my heart. a light that i needed to share with this here world and that i can accomplish great things. and i still feel it. butt in reality, i got nothing to prove it except for a few good nights of fun which really prove nothing. as far back as 5th grade, i could always remember i associated with the freaks, i wanted to distance myself from the status quo and hang out with the freaks who were destined for greatness. i still do, but the average joes are supersceding me and i am the one that is being left in this cloud of mediocrity.

women- at 25 i wasn't ready to settle down. fair enough. at 30 i think i met one or two people that i could've (in retrospect) spent my life with butt thought i wasn't ready. now at 34 i don't think i am either. dude. when am i going to be ready and want to grow up. what is this holden caulfield, peter pan shit?

the other day i got an email to audition for a staged reading at the apollo theater and i was recommended by fred ho for a collaboration he is working with ruth margraff. I'm like who are these people and how'd they get my name? and then i looked em up and they're pretty serious heads- how'd they get my name? why did he recommend my ass? anushow i'm scared to do it because it sounds so great...

therein lies the answer- i think i am clouded with fear. i don't know how i got to this point butt it's a bit terrifying. the good thing is that i recognize this. the bad is that i can see myself needing to change butt not doing anything about it butt worry about how to change it for the next 10 years. something needs to happen and it ain't gunna happen by me just pondering and playing all day. i know what it takes to master things and it takes dedication and work.

i ain't lazy and i am hyperactive and involved in a lot. in fact if i were to sit and realize that i bought a house, performed and toured in over 15 countries, got written up in the times and the new yorker, well loved by friends and co-workers, excercise religously- that's all cool. if it it weren't for this arrogant belief that i was always destined for greatness, then i would be okay... problem is, is that i am just that. content. butt i want to go back to being elated- ebulliant.

i don't know. i am blessed in my life to be surrounded by the freaks in my life that are special. antony, ooo, daddy, pleasurable side, beaver patrol, girlhattan, crist renee, one-half, workhorse, three elephants, mon ange, g-meister, purist- they are all in their own way extremely inspring and some of these people are fearless. everyone is scared and full of fear. i'm scared that if i try something and fail it will be humiliating. dunno where this low self-esteem is coming from. the fact is, is that if i fall and fail which many are saying is a necessary step to success. mainly failures will ultimately lead to it so expect it. and the times i have fallen, it wasn't humiliating- the people i love will always love me.

i also think i forgot how to work hard. i used to know how to do this. butt if i go to the library with a pen and paper to write. i pretty much write down- i am an idiot why can't i write about anything.

the older you get the more anchors your lay down and the harder it is to leave what's comfortable. these are all excuses. as the ancient spanish proverb made famous in strictly ballroom- a life lived in fear is a life half lived.

better to fail than be scared.

life for me has always been a party. and if i go this new route and chase dreams and pursue new ones


i know i got a light inside of me that i need to share with the world. 2007 is the year to emit this.

just gotta figure out how. butt dude- not to be cliche butt you only live once and that life goes by so fast.

figure it out dude and stop messing around and conquer my fears.

that is the heed for the oh seven.

watch out world because something might not happen. butt i hope it will.

please.

i love you....

update me please...

garsh,

don't even know where i left off...

well. since i last updated, gabe had his store opening. pics here it was real nice, buncha my friends showed up and the event was fun. i spent all week kinda helping him out. i didn't really do much though, butt i just wanted to support him because he has always been a bad ass i thought. plus he's hella goofy and fun. one of my oldest and closest friends in new york. met him through cara. weird.











had to cut out kinda early since coop, one of my oldest new york friends who is now in going to dominate the world had his rock star debut. his parents were there and i went with nicki and it was a nice event. pics here man, the crowd and the buzz of it all. i certainly do miss college. could never imagin going to college in a place like new york... but it seemed like it was fun. these were his colombia business school cohorts. he was drunk and doing well. i think he can be in a better band. he used to sing to nicki and i on street corners and we would love it because his voice was so dope. bravo johnny bravo!



then i don't remember what else i did. i shot a doritos commercial which you should check out and put a heart in and leave a comment at. it's really more amazing than the video itself. roman and i (dream team) were thinking up idears on saturday night and then we thought we were lame. finally sunday morning, he calls and says we should write a song. i get to his apt in williamsburg. we pick out a tune that doritos already allowed, and then we penned lyrics. unfortunately, roman was measuring in measures not seconds. so after 5 hours we had 57 seconds of song instead of 30. we had to edit in half and the song was perfect. we finally chose our cuts, shot the video. we went to the park, roman made a dorito out of foam bedding and orange paint and then we shot in the park, and then the 9th floor of my work. we lined a conference room with aluminum foil. then we went to go edit in i-movie and finally we finished at 4am and i had to be at work the next day at 9:30. we got 2500 views and 65 hearts.

then i went to cr 30th birthday celebration at mangia. saw katie and fun hanging out with her and then i test drove my mariachi outfit that i just got that day for mark's wedding. CR looked absolutely stunning as usual and it was good to see the usual cast of characters that were all in town. i asked noelle to take the pic that you see here. just met her and she's kind of amazing. just saw what building she lived in and asked her what she wanted from mexico, i couldn't understand her butt i think she wanted a virgin guadalupe arm patch. anyhow, i promised i would come back, instead i went to jonny con carne's and got some money and evil and then ended up packing all night and spanking twice. sorry CR. i took the car service to LGA at 4:00am and off to mexico i went.

slept on the plane which was great...

shit. it's late and i promised i would get good sleep. more later.

Jimmy Kim come home...

please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please. please.

new york, san francisco, oregon, and the world wants you home now.

hurry up man.

mosquito bites!

i swear to god they are!

i have three things on my forehead, one thing on my sidehead, and right underneath my nose (well, a little to the right) i have these bumps that looks like zits, butt they are mosquito bites! why do zits have such a bad rap?!?! whenever i had a zit on my nose or forehead, i tried to lie and tell people, "no, it's just an ingrown hair" and for some reason i'd be less ashamed...

now that my mid-life crisis is coming to an end, i feel even more lost. i ain't down really anymo' butt nothing has changed... it's like i'm destined to feel weird about this in the futura 2000 unless i do something about it now...

dg is finally single butt she lives like around the globe. i called her today and she was less than -

oops!

that's hollipops at the door!

gotta go!

hmm... addendum

hey. i don't think it's a bad thing. i think it's a good thing that i'm thinking so much. for the first time in my life i'm thinking. when do people have mid-life crisis'?

hmmm

not to undermine thanksgiving and the lott. i have tons to be thankful for and i realize that when the cowboys and the eskimo's decided to come together and have a huge meal that was really great. great holiday. i had a great weekend.

i don't mean to be a bummer.

i have to tell a big lie very soon. it may require like a death in the family. and there was a death in the family and other bad shit, so i'd be going to like the really bad part of hell.
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i sawr a buncha movees. last king of scotland. forest whitaker is ridiculous in that! so yeah. lots of codenames in here because i'm a shady lady.

so the first thing i need is a tortilla steamer. rule #1 for the best burritos on the planet.

i saw avocado on the street and that was really nice.

i have a lot of trips going on and today a friend called me and asked if i could fly to israel next week for three days for a commercial.

that sound's glorious to me...

poo!

hmmm.

why yes, it's been a very contemplative week.

first off. i need to update this more or at least take notes of things.... umm other than that i've decided that i need to something about my life. just not quite sure how-

butt i'm totally cool... i think it's good that i'm being so pensive, the next steps are actions.

breakdown, i saw the d which was cool. expected a bit more for a movie i been waiting 6 years for. came home and cooked for until 5am . next day onia came over and we did very loopy stuff and finished cooking. went to one half and sands house for thanksgiving which was a totes blast.

i been helping purist get ready for his store opening on thursday. should be really great for him. he's big about to get bigger.

had a great scene for a movie, butt now i forget it.... umm saw a coupla films. saw some dude fall asleep on the urinal. shortcut to nirvana is to drink a bucket of diet coke during a gripping 2 hour + movie. hold it the whole time and then at the end of the movie, when you pee it feels so good you have hallucinations of the divine...

had lunch with erika which was nice. looking desperately for a mariachi costume. (anyone?) freaking about about my money and my trips i'm about to take, butt it's all good. bad news from home.


just saw the last king of scotland with stan bull. dunno.... i am doing everything in my power not to kiss the bull. i can't kiss the bull. do the right thing. there is no point. i need to make my burrito. i need to be able to make a san francisco burrito in my kitchen.

that's it for now.

great...

hang in there...

franks giving...

umm...

all pics taken courtesy of girlhattan who is much better at this kinda thing...

you'd be better off not reading this entry everybody.

sorry i haven't updated this in a week peepee. (does anyone else even read this?)

been a bit nuts. nothing very funny to write about, butt i'll get that spark back soon. promise. but here is minor midlife crisis...

work-

so at the age of 34 it is a bit difficult to come to terms with work. last week i was interviewing this guy to be a peer or superior or whatever. within minutes i could see that this guy was like 10x the guy that i am. now i've been doing what i've been doing for like 10 years now... even if i'm not that passionate about it, one should have a certain sense of pride to want to do their job and do it well. and again, even though i'm not passionate about it- 10 years dude. if i wasn't learning all i could then it equates to a waste of time and it very bad to look back and think you've wasted 10 years of a precious life.

it has been the vehicle for money and i have been performing quite regularly and so that's all good, butt i don't wanna be just that normal guy. also the company i work for has some of the most beautiful people i have ever met in my life and in the 6 years i been with them they have been so good to me and been a family. you would think that i would've tried a lot harder for people that i say i love and care about.

women-

erilistoelpollo the beautiful spirit and i are no longer an hot ticket because i am too picky and can't compromise for anyone for shit. not too worried but getting a little scared now that no one seems to be holding my interest for more than a week. am i too picky? am i too jaded? am i too arrogant to not comproise and inch? who am i to expect everyone to conform to me?

crazy drama last saturday maybe it's fiction.


started out with a very pleasant brunch with girlhattan of eggs hussard at mcnally's spot in the LES. looked like eggs benedict with syrup so i got it. it was actually mushroom sawce...

then the crazy drama

so bambi and i are shopping resumes after we agreed not to see each other, but he really wanted to see me for 5 minutes and i agreed. we're in one of my friend's restaurants where we are shopping around her resume and then all of a sudden grizzly comes in disheveled about how empty she has been feeling. i run out to console her and tell her to calm down and go to her room and i'll be there in 20 minutes. i tell bambi that i can help her bring her resumes to two more places butt then i gotta go comfort my friend. he gets all upset and says you're gunna leave me for him? i thought you said you were busy this weekend!??! i said, dude! did you see her? she's beside herself and i need to see what's wrong with my friend's when they're in trouble. if a friend is crying i will always follow up! then bambi ran off and said, okay look! look! i'm crying now, you gunna comfort me or him?!?! dude! i'm the drama queen... i want to be the one that's crying!

just kidding...

dude..

i had just spent two months with pollo and it was really nice. super fun and sweet and gorgeous, butt it didn't feel right. i was chasing her thinking... if i let him go it will really be over. this is not how it should end and she deserves better, but i can't just continue to see her and be friends because well... you know. it's difficult.

later that day irish and leaves for good failure. brazil and eleven failure...

the whole day was a failure. sorry i have to be cryptic butt i guess it's necessary. i just want to look back for me and i'll know what they mean.

that night workhorse and girlhattan and i met at BLT Fish and had the tower of power platter which was like 115 dollars of raw bar and it was very delicious. some lady asked me for a light before dinner and then after dinner i was outside and she said where are you going and they followed us to speakeasy. i really don't know how to read things, butt i think if i wanted i may have been able to have my first one night stand with a woman that was kinda on my tip that night. butt alas, of course i didn't because i'm a loser and because i was just feeling kinda shitty that day and that whole week.


my mom came home from korea to report that her eldest brother and my uncle had passed away. then there is another brother "fart" uncle that is in very bad shape and won't be with us much longer as well...

this is horrible.

i am not taking classes.

sunday i slept in until 2 because i was a little down, butt then i went to meet jenk and we saw the borat and that really cheered me up. borat and jenk. jenk is really adorable and fun and wonderful and thanks for cheering me up. butt she had to go to dinner. i met up with momocito and he cooked me dinner being the beautiful man that he is. it was his birthday on monday. i love you momocito. he went to canada to celebrate.

then i went home and was still a bit down. until istanbul gave me a call and came over.... we talked about where we both are in life and it was sad to realize how comforting it was to see another person down in the doldrums as well. she left at around 1am and it was hmm... i dunno... butt i did see her off.

monday i went to my first NBA game and saw 5'9" nate block yao ming in these 250 dollar seats. thanks axiom for that again... then i went to see how gabe was doing with his shop that is going to take over the world.

tuesday i went to afdy for the first time in forever and couldn't get in the circle. met up with gae again, then went to nicky's.

went boxing this morning with alec hella early and today i'm eating lunch togo. scary. i will always be attracted to 20year olds. it is time i stopped doing something about it. right?

right.

shit.

very contemplative week. a semi mid life? that's exciting...

time to cooking...

happy thanksgiving peoples

all hail the queen...

"ladies and gentlemen! - the queeeeeeeeen of soul!"

is how she was announced on stage and i got to see one of my lifelong heroes who has provided me with years and years of comfort with her voice and songs. the greatest female voice of all time and i got to witness her in person at hammerstein last night...

she came out with and started the night and the crowd with Respect and then she sang my favorite. well.. i have many favorites, butt my favorite ballad is ain't no way where she hits the highest note ever recorded on a song and when she hits that note... well have you ever had a doctor stick his finger up your butt and press your prostate gland and you bust nut whether or not you want to? aretha hits that note and she hits some emotional prostate gland and it forces you to cry. not too many singers can make me cry on demand, butt she, joni mitchell, mary j., stevie, al green, sly, and mick certainly can.

well she couldn't quite hit the high notes any more, and mama is big now... but she still is one of the most beautiful creatures in this world. nicki said she's a diva and that no matter who she is, she shouldn't treat people like that. i don't think nicki knows her. plus, my god- she is lady soul and 60 something. she deserves to get away with a lot. my favorite fast song was not played, butt she did sing my one of my favorite opera songs from turandot.

holy shit. i just looked up the lyrics for nessun dorma and i saw this video with the beautiful girl.

look.

as an aside. i need to just stop with this 22 yr old bullshit. yes, they are pretty looking and oooooh ooh ooh so delicious butt c'mon poogene. i'm always going to be attracted to them. problem with having a penis. from the ages of 8-80 the girls of playboy never age. i will always be attracted to the youth, i jjust have to realize that i won't always be compatible with them. shit.

peter pan.

anyhow. she sang that song and that catchy song that sinatra sings about sailing and maggie's back in town and all that which babs didn't really like or didn't understand... but babs loved it. areeta brought the house down. i'm never going to not see her again. still kills me that i missed her already legendary performance at the apollo theater earlier this year.

best song of last night was probably never loved a man... shit was dope. she's beautiful and my eyes welled up numerous times and i couldn't believe i was in her prescence.

so good to see so many pay tribute and you could tell the people that absolutely loved her (like i do) who were just amazed by watching the woman who has helped them through so many moments of heartbreak, who sang to us as we first discovered how good soul music could be, who made us learn to dance to a a voice so powerful that you are sure you are listening to a conduit to the heavens. thanks for everything you've ever done for me lady soul... i owe you soooo much and you have earned the title of a poogene hero

is not at the cafe today. very cryptic here...

went home last night. put the final coat of poly on my floor at midnight, then went to jcc's to get the loopies and then deliever them to nix. pretty busy for a school night.

umm...

okay bye.

first class sphincter juice...

dude...

i am a total first class sphincter juice... bad bad me. i deserve some sorta penance. i'm a little scared now that whoever ends up being a girlfriend of mine, i will inevitably hurt or be somewhat of a dick to. i guess it's natural to take things out on those closest to you. butt i dunno... nicki is right. what i'm doing, taking things out on someone because i'm not sure if want to be in the situation... blech- do you understand? basically- she's saying i'm not a man and am just a child. and she's totes correcto.

i am so sorry. it's become such a pattern of treating them badly that it's beginning to get scary. i so do not want to turn out to be that guy who is a creep to women. obviously nothing physically, but things like getting mad at people for the kind of shirt they have on. basically it's me getting mad at myself for not having being man enough having enough ballsacks to end things with someone, so instead i get mad at them because i feel like i'm trapped in this situation that i don't wanna be in and thus i treat them like shit as a passive way to make them like me less.

hate it. real nice. and i'm super sorry...

ugh.

still owe you a blog about san francisco, butt i don't quite know how to make entries where things are so scandalous. is it okay to publicly write about things like 3am walks in the tenderloin joining a session with a crackhead discussing things like gregory abbot?

umm... elections. that's really super and stuff.

tonight i am seeing one of my heroes, aretha franklin. show actually starts in 83 minutes.

work is getting extremely more jobby job.

i am staining my floors and probably not doing it the correct way.

what else.

my only crush right now is really on L

umm..

i think i should stop chasing women under 26-27.

this is difficult for me to even write this. butt i think it's for the best.

i want to go to a nice thanksgiving party.

i wanna cook a lot.

oh yeah. some heavy shit went down in san francisco. my eldest uncle past away. a general, head of the korean CIA, eldest boy in my mom's family and then another uncle is in stable condition. my mom had to fly to korea when i was out there. other shit went down too... can't even talk about it. haven't even told anyone except for maybe antony...

okay then everyone.

off to see aretha, then i gotta put the second coat of poly on my floors.

i hope i don't turn all scummy and am an eternal mean boyfriend.

i need to grow up a little. maybe a lot.

poo!

i know, i know...

i haven't updated in a while because i've been fucking wasted. san francisco is isnance. more lates...


for now though, ass i was roaming around different friends blogs... romo, girlhattan, porkchop's, you click on other links before finishing your indended story and then you click on some pictures and then you find out some other lynx on that page that distract you away from the original page. ultimately you get all tangled up in this world wide web and you have no idear how you got to where you are.
it's a crazy game for ADD people. in my 11 years of working in technology and surfing the web, i never really thought about why it's called the web. what a perfect word for it... isn't it funny that whenever you type www before something- although nobody really types that anusmore, it stands for world wide web. wow. the information superhighway. i s'pose i need to vote today. i just got back from california where they got like 300 propositions to vote on. that would be nuts! i need to find some guideline before i cast my shit.

umm. so yes. i like writing about nothing more than about my life. i think it's more interesting to people too... generally if i just write about randomness it's better. butt. i mean. really- who reads this. also i like to write openly about everything in my life, but it's already got me into some trubs.

hmm... more on this and san francisco which was a crazy trip. good to be back in new york though... yesterday was a waste of a day butt i think i finally got my shit together around 3pm at work. energy was back enough to go to the gym where i ran into chino loco and then went and crashed out at nicki's who just ran two marathons in three weeks.. where i dumped the stash to recognize.

this morn i woke up at 6:40am to go to a boxing class with the founder of my worknards...

more soon!

poo!

oooooooooh LA! LA!

friday i wokeup in los angeles and mike and whit left. i woke up and met dodai , hewley, and jaime... for breakfast at my favorite breakfast spot in LA, the griddle... super beautiful people abound whilst eating egg whites and pumpkin pancakes and a debate on whether i was better looking than valderamma. after that we drove down sunset blvd all the way to the ocean to santa monica, where we took naps and watched the waves come in. they took off and i bronzed some more looking at the waves wishing i could surf 'em. i tried my 10x zoom camera pics of some girl a ways off. yes... kinda creepy i know. but her boobs did look nice and her boyfriend looked okay butt kinda dweebish. actually she didn't look that pretty either. i would post the pic, butt i think that's not right.

after that i went to melrose ave and shopped for some t-shirts and a vest was sooooo vikings ... hat night mike, whit, & i went to dinner at some mexican restaurant, the spanish kitchen where mike and i spotted for the first time ever a butt crack two digit cover by the bartender i had a crush on (crush #187 in the world poogene crush rankings) noah met up with us after and we hit the cvs where i first started practing my pirhouette and then we watched battlestar galactica where i kept on asking questions about bsg and mike kept on having to rewind his dvr because i kept on asking annoying questions. it was much fun...

saturday, we woke up and grabbed coffee and smoothies. we were gunna lie down at whit's pool where mrs. furst gave us chocolates who informed me that she is 92 and still dancing. i went to go get the chocolate bars whereupon i was hit with this stench that eroded layers of my epidermis. the chocolate became immediately unedible... then we went to adorable's dope ass house with new pool and stuff and took a dip whereupon al came by from san francisco. whit left the stenchy chocolates in adora's beautiful house in the like 87 degree weather.

we then picked up baby babs and went to los feliz for lunch at home. people say that i would live in los feliz if i lived in los angeles because i was complaining that the women of la are beautiful butt not my type, butt i love them. they said they had tattoo's and were more my type in los feliz, butt after being corrupted by west hollywood women... i dunno. god bless plastic surgery i guess.

then i had to run off to nancy's wedding at the american foreign legion. carson daly was there, jimmy kimmel was there, sarah silverman was there- i didn't recognize any of them but was informed later it was them.... in retrospect i thought sarah silverman was actually jamie gertz.




butt more importantly all these peoples from high school that i haven't seen in a lawng ass time were there and it was really really nice to see katie, catherine, mac, naomi, cindy, monica. took some genie juice and got all loopy... it was super fun talking to mr. dillon who went to the bar with me and asked me what my poison was. i said i still don't drink and then he looked at my green genie juice and said "what's that?" i just smiled and said "nothing".... ate dinner at the wedding and the food could have been the best wedding food i've ever had in my life. funny ass speeches. and then sitting down next to jeffrey bissell was a damn fun hoot. funny guy and we had fun smoking candy cigs at the table. he was really funny.

and it was really really great to see


nancy really really happy marrying rob. they seem wonderful for each other and you can just tell by looking at them that



they are going to last and last and last forever. rob seems great in every way and i am sooo happy for them. i'll even forgive her for not telling me she left new york already.

then i left with antony and olivia with gary to go to the the house party in the palisades which was a plan b to the viking bus which broke down on the previous day....

got to the party and was feeling hella frisky and fun. which was fortunate because earlier in the night i was getting tired and was feeling almost a bit too loopy to drive out there... saw mike and whit, noah, jen, roman, and sandy. super fun turning out the dance floor. one half, baby babs, whit, sandy, and i had so much fun on the dance floor while mike provided the music. epic dance floor moves including a new move where everybody slithers on the dance floor during vincent price's monologue in thriller. dream? dude- i can't believe how much we superabound.

dope party. we ended the night with sky playing guitar singing in some language and babs looking for three hours for her friend while her husband fell down about three times and then looked closely on the ground to see if he could see his wife.

got home at 5:30/4:30 because of the daylight savings and whit and i were making monster noises to the cab driver and then switched back to normal voice while giving directions. some girl was MIA for like 3 hours... call me if you need me to edit the public pics tobes.



super fun crowd just laughing awlll night long.



got home and crashed. woke up and had breakfast at basix... al and whit bolth toad me that during the night i was laughing in my sleep and in return i ate their breakfast... i loooove that! dodai stopped with jeffrey unannounced which was perfect so i could say goodbye to them. then dream and sandy stopped by. we then went to baby babs pool and lied out where roman and sandy stopped by to say bye. then whit, baby babs, and i laughed about everything. about something the way babs and tobes' mom annunciates a word, about my small penis, about hips don't lie, about everyting just laughing.

From halloween los...

next up was gary's bbq, where i was so tired butt practiced my pirohuettes, got loopy said by to antony and olivia and bye to gary. left with baby babs and said good bye to a really good times girl. went to mike and whit's where i packed and we watched something on tv.

fell asleep. i switched my empty oatmeal face wash with whit's full one that i left there last year from kiehl's.

woke up and drove my jennifer convertibles sebring back to lax with al and arrived in san francisco on monday and had to head straight to work..

tired and just need to lay down the facts tonight butt dude. 84 degrees at the beach in los angeles for an epic action slacks packed filled weekend in los angeles. thanks so much to nancy, rob, mike, whitney, baby babs, adora, dodai, hewley, jaime, sandy, al, gary, katie, olivia, antony, jeffrey, and roman for making it a super duper hella fun la weekend.

super super fun times every juan

i loved it out there. so much.

god dammit

so much fun dude.

thanks!

full set of my pics are here: mine, tobesters, slimko's