This was from last Saturday (I think)--shit, the days run together now. A Monday is a Thursday and then becomes a Tuesday before reverting back to a Monday.
Cyrus finally had his housewarming party. Lauren here digs into the food in a hearty way.
Peter avoids the all-seeing (and incriminating) eye of the camera. Here's the scoop on Pete. Amazing singer, gifted musician, friend....who I hadn't seen, until that night at Cy's, since graduation. For the past four years or so, he's been in Cameroon doing "good work."
Rather than killing his partying ways, Africa only enhanced it! For those that want to party and wild out--Go to Africa! Like Liberia, they can form their own country. Call it Alcoholeria. Or Drunkeria.
Me and Kenny (doing his best Miami Vice impression). Pete commented to me about how surprised he was by Kenny's wardrobe choices. "The last time I remember seeing Kenny, he was sporting some baggy jeans and a baseball hat. Now look at him!" Quick, someone call the Sartorialist!
While some of us were...
smoking the hookah...
(Pass it, motherfucker!)
...some were doing shots. Anyone that knows me knows how much I hate tequila shots.
Lionel (behind mask) and his friend doing something that was hilarious at the time, but I have no recollection of exactly-what.
Kenny--no longer trapped in the closet. R.Kelly still is though.
Friends of friends and some friends of friends of friends.
Dude describing how large something is.
IN UNRELATED NEWS
I had a run in with the NYPD doing their job enforcing uh...table manners. I briefly thought about whether I could have out run them. It would have been a good foot race.
Half day tomorrow at work. I'd be stoked and looking to get hammered as quickly as possible--except I'll be spending my weekend most likely looking at apartments.
Um, I say this as heterosexually as possible: JT's SexyBack is the hotness. Actually, it's not so much his singing, but rather the beat. Christ, that is a million dollar beat.