An article about a party I was at! On the internet no less!
This kind of thing has got to stop tickling me as much as it does. But I guess my whole take on this is, there was so much food it was kind of offensive, and the entire place felt like a Medieval dungeon/banquet hall, so I bunkered into a Cask of Amontillado nook and gorged on eggy asparagus and dollops of bleu cheese until I was one of ten people left.
I am absolutely one thousand per cent sure that the following has been written about before. However, this only came to my attention through a serendipitous ipod shuffle this morning:
Come on, this industry. This is kind of ridiculous. And while neither of these artists particularly strike my fancy, I'm gonna side with the older track/cuter lady and tell Ke$ha to go s some d's.
Just to be clear, it was here, in Manhattan, arguably the home of the economic crisis, in a state with a 9% unemployment rate as of October 2009, that two people literally chased me down the street offering me a job.
And they were Dutch.
Now for this:
December 04, 2009
It is really REALLY weird getting hit on in the West Village. One moment I'm content and warm in my gay, occasionally British bubble and the next thing I know Johnny Cargopants wants to know if I like to party. It's like when your mom shows up at school in the middle of the day, or you get dead-legged at Sunday brunch weeks after you forgot it had been issued. It's always gonna be super unpleasant and/or awkward but adding that element of surprise just makes you that much more of a bag of d's.