On Tuesday, I attended an industry event at the Trump Towers--the interior reminds me of what a 'classy' strip club would look like if it was designed by Tony Montana. I'm sure some people were there to network, but it was really all about the open bar and hor'dourves. Recap? Lets just say that you can drink a lot in two hours--and consume quite a bit of steak, especially if it is free. Also, based on that event's attendance, I'm convinced that the ratio of males to females in PR and marketing is probably 1 dude for every 45 chicks. After finagling a couple more free drinks from the Rosie Perez (from 20 years ago) lookalike bartender despite the open bar being closed, we headed downtown for a couple more drinks at a bar where my friend's friend was bartending. And then I was home, passed out by 11 PM.
Wednesday night, I went to Cyrus's weekly shindig at the hookah joint downtown.
Puff the magic dragonnnn, live by the sea...
And frolicked in the autumn mist called hookah-lee.
I have no idea who this is...
I call this photo: "Dog in Bar."
So that was Wednesday.
Friday, I saw Jackass 2. Hilarious--but I seriously nearly threw up in the movie theater during the scene involving the horse. I really did want to hurl and still felt ill a few hours after the movie had ended.
Saturday, I chatted briefly with Bryan Singer. Who dat? Oh, he directed a couple indie hits like, The Usual Suspects, X Men 1 & 2, and the recent Superman.
Another week down, another one to go. BRING IT ON (easily)!