November 8, 2004

  • People be fucking in January…

    Three parties, four (a set of twins) Scorpio girls born on November the 6th, three evite invitations, three bars near each other in the east village. Too many coincidences. 9 months and 24 years ago some whoopee got made. I couldn’t go to all three because I forgot the address of the last, but here are the birthday girls, all taken from an arm’s length away:

    Aren’t they all gorgeous? I thought so. And what a night it was. Some blasts from the past appeared. Look at gabe and todd. They don’t know each other, they weren’t even at the same party, but here they stand side by side like the great friends they could be.

    Mallika and I competed to see who had better cleavage, and she thinks she won, but I beg to differ. Here, you can chose too:

    I told you mine looked better.

    And i created the drink of the fall: grey goose and coke. You can go ahead and start the trend.

    I caught up with Gregory Barlow, which had not occurred in a long many moons.

    Flirting drinking and many other gerunds ensued. God bless scorpios. God bless nov. 6. And god bless 9 months and 24 years ago.

    Oh, and i almost forgot. i couldn't decide what to wear, so i went cher (from cluless) style and took pictures:

    Did i make the right choice with white? i think so.