Well, the non-denominational shin was fun, apparently. I liked it. Kim the DJ could have stuck around another hour, but, it still went well. I behaved myself and only had twelve whiskey sours later at Patrick's ( Read more... )

... which has felt more like time off in a long long time. Even though yesterday I spent a chunk of two hours making phone calls prepping for the party and still I must go to Kinko's. And make some more decorations. I'm going to officially request that Clegger make many many origami sculptures that we may put on tables, on the bar, for people to ( Read more... )

well... and they are ( Read more... )

Tonight I stayed too long after I was supposed to leave, at work. Things kept being busy and Meg kept needing me. I like that Meg needed me, so it's OK ( Read more... )

.... well ( Read more... )

Well, today was fantastic until Jared Leto came in the store. It always brings me down when some celebrity comes in the store and takes all the focus away from me. He didn't even come to the Holiday Table and try some curried cashews. We'll see if I go to see whatever overrated film he's in next ( Read more... )

Today, work was alright until Jon Smith came in. I am so torn about Jon Smith. Part of me (the overwhelming majority) just wants to kidnap him. I'd hide with him in the closet in the wine shop and we would tell funny stories to each other until we pass out (from wine, or laughter). And then there's that maniacal unfair side of me that is always ( Read more... )

Another day off. I don't know how any bills are going to get paid if I keep getting all of these days off. And if I keep dragging M all around the city to see bands and drink endless martinis. But, the show was terrific last night. The absolute highlight of the evening was finally getting to meet the Man Behind the Scent- Jim Lingo. What an ( Read more... )

Today was a great day. M and I slept late. We took our red 1990 Toyota Corolla to Mark's shop. We drove to Shali and had the buffet and I had two cups of masala tea. Chicken curry, baingan aloo (hey-if it makes aloo feel better...), saag, daal, gobi pakoras... we made it to the car and then drove to Bernheim forest. M picked up his paintings. Saw ( Read more... )

I just arrived home from attending an intimate and unhearable conversation with M. Coma and Christina... at the Monkey Wrench. I had never been there before. A reminder of the Red Lounge, but with more straight people (or perhaps fewer flamboyantly gay people) and much better, though still loud, music. I announced to Christina and Coma about my ( Read more... )