April 17, 2005
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It seems like Saturday Birthday Double Bookings are now a Norm…
A day that begins with a fake-nipple tweaking session can only go up.
After poker I went to party One, but caught the crazy sculpturist Damon Hamm in a sketchy middle of 14th street snap.
So I go to The Central Bar on 9th for Mallika’s birthday, only to find 40 people in line trying to get past the Cerberus English prick bouncers with lists and eyes only for girls.
Had to call Mallika, tell her to come down, cause there was no way im getting past the line.
Happy Birthday!
That fucking English prick almost didn’t let Mallika back in because she tried to sneak me passed.
So off to Matt Sam’s shindig.
Happy Birthday!
Peeps showed up en force.
Bringing out devious looks.
Bored facets (sp!).
And hip kids on the go.
What did you call me?
Althea didn’t like my devilish goatee points, but I did not support her arresting adventures.
Carla stepped into the scene (al, put that tongue away).
With her snazzy coat.
Joey had me reshoot so he could get the angle in.
But I like the straight on better. What do you think?
This couple would not stop making out.
Oooooh Snapped.
A toast for 26! (Flipped bird and all).
The end of the mid twenties.
Ha, we’re not there yet.
Well, some of us are.
Coarly’s got overcooked, so we moved it to Lucy’s, to face our demon.
The Lord of the Rings Pinball. Again. (life is cycles).
A different scene. Random Snapfest oh five.
Profiles.
Flowers.
Happiness.
Love.
Then sinem pulled the smooth line.
I shot this as a random, and as she left she handed me her card “so we could maybe lose the random.” Damn. That’s not smooth, that’s fucking smoof.
I am the king of the cab shot.
26 years and nine months ago, two people made some sweet sweet love, and today we celebrate the repercussion.
