current selection | rob d – clubbed to death (first mix)
feelin’ | party pooped

throwing a house party is fun. crazy tiring, but fun. fridays party was originally a house-warming party (5 months past the fact…fuck you)…but after i found out the fonz was going to be in atlantic city for the weekend, it became just a party. then when we found out that liz was going to be leaving for hong kong permanently, it became a going-away party for the liz-meister. if shes going to be leaving our country…she’ll be leaving it drunk! or something…no wait. whatever.

i ran directly home after work on friday to pick up the beer shipment from the doorman before he left for the day. i carted up 2 boxes full of beer cases to my apt (word up betty and liz!) and stuffed my fridge full of beer and beer. after prepping the apt with pretty lights, mixes01+02, and stereo future projected on the wall, i sat around and did absolutely nothing. an hour later…i did more nothing. waiting for a party to start really sucks. i suppose it wasnt all bad. the townhouse across the street from my building was having some kind of party also…so i watched as 20 or so taxis pulled up consecutively and people poured into the townhouse one after another. i have to say…i was a bit jealous. liz and her crew showed up around 11:00…and shortly afterwards waves of people just poured in. partys started i think…woo! the apt filled to capacity with hordes of people…the majority i knew, some semi-familiar faces, and some i wondered whether they didnt just wander in. hmm. the party rocked so hard it hurt. stereo future was replaced with fawlty towers briefly, at the request of aarij. and one cd was swapped for esthero halfway thru also. its odd having to actually play music from a cd…i couldnt run wires far enough from my computer to the living room stereo. pooey. people kept showing up well into the party…never knew my apt could hold so many people.

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its always fun when you plan for nothing and get a buttload of fun instead. b/c i didnt have a costume for halloween, my original plan was as follows: eat, watch movie. it was succinct and thoroughly well planned. at the last second tho, i decided that i did in fact really want to get wasted, and would make one last effort to find a costume. i ran to andy’s (not-so) chee-pees and found a black blazer. then i ran to rickys to look for a black mask. i didnt find one, so i got a red mask instead…and bought some black markers while i was at it. that, combined with my swishy tie, black pants, and my black bokken, makes for a rockin’ crazy 88. woo! so me and fonz met up with my friend min and her friend toshiko (sheriff and bjork) and we headed out to the middle of nowhere greenpoint to her co-workers party. it was a pretty coo house party…not crowded, but coo costumes. i mistook this one guy (who was walter from the big lebowski) for george lucas. i think he wanted to hurt me. we stayed til 11:30, then left to hit up an arch party in chelsea. thanks to the G train that eats much ass, and the L which was even worse, we didnt get to chelsea til an hour later. when we did get there, the party was already crazy rockin’. the apt was a swish duplex with speakers from the 2nd floor mezzanine blasting music down to the first floor area. very coo. when i got there, there was already one other crazy 88 and two go go yubaris. and when marisol and paulie showed up later, we got another go go and a wolverine with dinner knives for claws. we were hoping that the go go‘s would have some kind of battle royale (seemed fitting), but no such luck.

i made my way over to the greenwich st. project saturday afternoon to take some updated photos for my company. i took about 20 photos from as many unoriginal perspectives as i could, and then shot up to columbus circle to meet up with dora, sally, anna, and sean. we were planning on chilling in central park, so we made our way to memorial field (?) and laid out on the grass. dora was clipping coupons while the rest of us just laid around people watching. we also watched as the sun just completely dropped away in a matter of minutes, and by 4:30pm it was already dusk. damn the earth and its stupid sun-angle rotations. we sat around in the pitch black til park attendants chased us away in their golf-carts-of-doom (damn youz!) we then went back to anna and sally’s for a bit to chill. after sally left to go work at alice’s, the four of us made our way to k-town for some ox-tail soup luvin’ at gam mee ok. we wanted after-din coffee too, so we trekked down to 71 irving place, where i got a root beer float…yum. 71 irving was very coo…it reminded me alot of the coffee shop i used to frequent at school…and might just become my coffee shop-of-choice when me and fish are needing a coffee-and-chess place. after finishing our drinks, we headed to the west village to meet up with a large crew of people at cafe noir for drinky drinks. people came and went, and our group at one point swelled to 15 or so people…wow. after some vicious mojitos and capirinhas (no taste, all cachaca) and people heading off, five of us went to go get more drinky drinks (and a side of sushi) at swim. mmm…spicy yellowtail. and after even more drinking and munching (and the fact that swim closed), we (re)met up with liz and kevin and went to kush for some hookah. so the end of the night came down to us watching two japanese girls across from us dancing middle-eastern style in some odd trance while their boyfriends watched (one of them was video recording), us contemplating (not so) quietly about how they get their kicks (pop in vol.3 baby while we shag!), and the conversation degrading to what the definition of “bukkake” was. excellent…

pics from halloween when i get them…

current selection | television noise
feelin’ | sobered

ah…there should be a new bday celebration every weekend. marisol organized a small drinky drink last nite for my bday celebrations (you rock!). i strolled to candela on union sq, where marisol, betty, sally, alice, terence, paulie, and 2 of paulie’s friends had jus started ordering rounds. i was running on empty since i was blading with pho after work and didnt have din, so we got calamari and a spicy tuna roll along with our first rounds. liz shows up later…and after having a second round, we migrated to drinkland for some rockin’ and ass-shaking. u kno, i dont remember ever not having fun at drinkland…woo! we start with drinks of course…at the bar marisol hands me a drink…and then alice hands me a drink. uh oh. hopefully the sushi, calamari, and that mochi i had b4 leaving my apt was enuf to hold back the bad bad drunkiness. highlights of the nite include getting jiggy with the best of the 80’s, the cute dj groupie in the dj booth, and toni basil’s mickey en espanol.

met alice, terence, and betty for lunch today at kum gang san…basically pigged out on yum korean since the only reason i even got up today (groggy) was b/c my stomach was telling me to feed it. we headed north after lunch to chill in central park. we hit sheeps meadow, the great lawn, the castle, and turtle pond…very chill. we head out of central park around 6…i had to make my way back to my apt to wait for my sis and her bf to get into nyc. knowing my sis…i fig that she’d be late. she gets in around 8:30…right. we have din at yokocho’s and order 6 yakitoris, bbq grill, and spicy tuna in a bowl. damn their spicy tuna’s good. afterwards my sis wanted to still see my apt, so we grab their car and try and find parking around my apt. 15 minutes later and still no parking spot, she drops me off and heads off. *shrug*

big props to greg down in austin, texas! he got me one of the coolest bday presents ive ever received…he travelled down to my old town along the gulf coast in texas, took 2 rolls of film, had them developed, and then sent them to me in time for my birthday. you rock greg! we had actually discussed this off hand months ago, after i had seen that he took a road trip to hope, texas (from the sandra bullock movie hope floats) for a friend of his. so i mentioned off hand that itd be coo for him to trip down to my lil boonie town in the middle of calhoun county (pronounced cow~hooooon). i passed him info on what i could remember of the two towns i lived in (point comfort and port lavaca)…the addresses i thought were my old houses, some sites that i could remember, and left him to his own devices. and he came thru…even tho i got both my addresses wrong. whups. and even tho i got reminded jus how boonie my town was, i still got all teary-eyed from seeing the lil shack of a house that we called our first home in america.

01, 02 | the half moon reef lighthouse – symbol of port lavaca along the matagorda bay
03 | the old baptist church we used to attend in point comfort
04, 05 | my old elementary school in point comfort…they still have the same hexagonal merry-go-round i used to play on!
06 | the playground near the waterside at the back of point comfort
07 | my first home in america
08, 09 | our second home in port lavaca…the big tree thats been hacked apart in the front lawn? we planted that apple tree right before we moved
10, 11 | the twin dolphins theater…saw e.t. there
12 | the big h.e.b. supermarket…hey, its one of the few non-home, non-school memories i could remember
thanx a shitload greg. very coo.