LAST NIGHT'S PARTY: THE FINAL BABEL

Thursday, May 31 Nifty street "art."

Evidence of the splasher?

Hmmm.

Woa...a photo of a photo. Did your brain just explode?

Lea loves them street art.

And then we went to Don Hill's.

Gin and Tonic and Gin and Rummy.

One of these glasses costs 14 dollars and the other 200.

You never know when you need tanning 'accelerator.'

And then we went to Anchor Bar (ssshh don't tell people about it).

This photo is evidence of Lea's poor sport at getting her arse kicked by yours truly at gin.

Her ass was on fire, eg. burned from staying a bit too long in the tanning booth.

At the bar, some group was having a random pizza party. Of course Lea and I REALLY wanted some pizza at this point.

Success! (I apologize about the gross chewed up food in my mouth.)

You probably didn't know this but Tasti D Lite is the spot to hang out.

Lea, that isn't real! It's plastic!

It's a good night when you have a party wristband by 8 pm. I headed over to the third bar for the night: Babel. Because Cyrus was leaving to embark on the next leg of his life journey (two month layover in Boston, final destination Detroit), this was the final session of Thursday night Babel.

Peter and Cristina!

Florian, Peter and Henry enjoying the last free hookah...

Beth!

Jeff!

Middle finger!

Chloe!

Henry pulling a rare Blue Steel.

Cyrus himself!

Monica (and friend)!

VIV!!!!!!!!

Jeff and his ladies.

Mid party munchies to be fulfilled by the take out Chinese joint.

Mmmm.

And that is the last of the Thursday Night Babel Promotion by DJ Cyrus Cesa.

For all the photos from these parties, they are all collected here:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/83466411@N00/sets/72157594373017602/

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY (5/17/07)

I'm a couple weeks behind on these segments. But better late than never. Cue some jackass saying, "That's what she said!" Obligatory jump photo on my way to Cy's rapidly ending Thursday night party. Note the matching hoodie with baby blue socks. Totally unintentional.

"And this is how Mario jumped."

Yes, Kenny was there which always means one thing--nutty dancing.

These two demonstrate how to make the switch from corporate office wear to party wear: unbutton the collar shirt. And roll up the sleeves.

Monica!

Hookah technicians at work. "Must. Fix. Machine. Must. Get. Smoke."

Henry and Heidi accompany the DJ.

Hookah, vodka cranberry, sound making sticks (not sure what they are called...) = Fun.

Henry also busted out this musical monstrosity from his ever present bookbag o' music.

Haha.

I always knew Monica was a raver at heart. Haha.

Monica's friend getting down to the music.

Who can resist these things??

I love Henry's look in this photo. He's like "Of course I carry these things with me everywhere. Don't you?"

Heidi is going fierce with this thing.

This is one of the greatest, most hilarious things I've seen--it was like something straight out of those teen-movies from the late 90s and early 00s that always featured some synchronized dance sequence. That's what happened here. Kenny and Henry began the electric slide...and Cy and some of his other friends joined in...

That night, some random guy completely unconnected to us was having a rather large birthday party there. They saw this dance going on and one by one joined in as well (you can see them in the back in this photo).

The birthday boy in the blue suit and his friends are LOVIN the electricity of the slide.

It's tough to tell from the photos, but nearly the entire bar was in on it at this point.

Heidi is giving it her ALL. Look at that shoulder dip in!

Ooooh, that's some look she's giving Cy. haha.

And then Henry got a little side tracked.

Don't stop git it, git it.

Kenny is the master of the electric slide. Bow to the master.

AK-Bootie 7 getting tag teamed on the dance floor.

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

Just a few pictures from last week's Babel session. Annie brought some mangos for the family. How thoughtful.

Cyrus roared in laughter with a bone chilling edge, his head tilting back, mouth stretched as evil in its organic essence flowed out from within. People stopped mid-movement frozen with terror. "Finally!" he roared. "Millennia of planning, eons of plotting, and pulling strings," he said, "At last! Success is mine." Somewhere from the crowd, a single shriek of dismay and complete surrender escaped, like that of a balloon suddenly pierced, at Cyrus' declaration. No one turned to see who had cried out because each individual believed that they were the culprit. The surrender was total. At this, Cyrus said with a smirk, "I AM NOW YOUR DJ."

Cy playing the tunes.

Chris is a fan.

Chris ruining a perfectly nice photo with bunny ears. Yup, bunny ears.

No more of the Goose...

But that doesn't stop the dance! The DANCEEEE!

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

Cyrus sent out a party rallying call on Tuesday (Who goes out on Tuesday anyway?) for an open bar thing at Gallery Bar for URB Magazine. And did you know that the DJ is DJ KENNY PARKER??? KRS-One's younger bro? (Thanks Annie, er, Wikipedia.)

Annie reading up on the vodka sponsor while Chris does what he does best: texting away on his phone from the future.

Jeff!! Haha, clearly arriving right after getting off work. A suit in a sea of flashy sneakers and BAPE hoodies. LOVE this kid.

Am I just really that tan or is Jeff really that pale? I can't tell. Either way we're both keeping it real.

Annie! She was dropping all this knowledge earlier in the night about the DJ and the whole time I was thinking "Damn, I know a little bit about the hip hop, but she's making me feel mad ignorant." Turns out, she just wikipedia'd the shit. Can't hate on the researching tho.

Me with Annie and Erika!

Apparently something in the ceiling was very captivating to us.

The Lord of Babel enjoying his cold vodka cran.

Hahaha.

Texting away.

Chris and Jeff discussing maybe the next karaoke night. Or the hot tattooed girl. Both fun topics.

Erika and Cy!

Heh. Checking out the runway it seems.

Ah, the ever necessary appropriate hoodie for the hipster party.

A not so successful jump...

Success!

WEEKEND UPDATE

Pictures speak louder than words, some say.  I hate "some" but some speaks the truf "sometimes." So here's my weekend in a nutshell:

WEEKEND UPDATE AND (!!) LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

Yes, people. You read that headline correctly. In this entry you are getting a double header, a two-fer, a two for the price of one special: I'm posting a Weekend Update entry AND a classic Last Night's Party entry. On Thursday afternoon, I get a message from my buddy Clay in DC asking me to call him back ASAP. Not "asap." But ASAP--in caps. "Yo, I got tickets to the Red Sox/Yankees--I'm coming to New York!" This is his buddy Ben. He and I chilled out in the bleachers with the rest of the hoi poloi while Clay sat elsewhere.

We were seriously surrounded by douchebags. Peanut throwing, "faggot" yelling, and cursing at old men qualifies them as douches in my book. The kid sitting next to us actually got kicked out by the cops.

The game was entertaining otherwise. I was bummed the Sox lost, but it was still an enjoyable game.

I was worried earlier in the day because of the threat of rain, but the night turned out to have really great weather.  Look at that blue sky bitches!!  Perfect baseball weather.

Afterwards, we kicked it back in Park Slope style at Cherry Tree for some beahs and pizza. Clay rocking out.

Ben is pensive.

Check out Ben's hat. I think it belonged to his grandfather. That is some quality baseball hat gunk. They had to head back to DC that night. Although they had an interesting drive back.

At midnight Chris and I motivated ourselves to go to a party in freakin' Williamsburg (place is FAR from Park Slope ya'll) at Chris's friend's apartment. Here's the decidedly unhipster-like host surrounded by his lady friends.

On the rooftop, it's Tze the adorable partier extraordinaire, Jeff the fun loving party guy, and Nate the good guy who'll dance with any girl to make them happy.

Hey, it's Cyrus and his tie dye Africa shirt! "It's not tie dye dammit!"

Finding the roof a bit chilly, we headed to the party downstairs and sat down in the living room to find that our minority presence...

...cleared the dance floor. *Insert crickets chirping.*

I need another drink. My plastic cup (classy) is empty, ya'll.

Chris concurs. "Yea, you need another drink bro...and get a classy one like mine."

What's a night with a jump I ask? NOTHING!

So we went back upstairs and helped ourselves to a couple bottles of wine.

Cy and Chris are talking, talking, talking. Talk talk talk. "Yea, I need to do some laundry. I could use some quarters--oh wait. GOT IT."

Ingredients for a solid Saturday night.

Me and my new friend.

Yea!

Getting my dance on.

She thought she was getting a nice smiling photo but instead it's just me and Chris ruining yet another nice moment. Party on, Wayne.

Chris and Jeff discussing duck genitalia.

HAHA. Chris, Jeff, and Nate showing the camera love.

This guy (Rob?) was INSISTING that Jeff punch him in the face.

"PUNCH ME!" I'm sure he's a nice kid...but I kinda wanted to see Jeff or someone or ANYONE smack this guy only because he was so freakin' insisting about it.

"We do need some paper towels..."

And then people just started jumping everywhere. Jumpfest 2007.

Cy gets in on it.

Jump jump!

Haha. This photo will make Jeff so happy.

While waiting for Chris as he talked to his friend...

Cy and I took photos in the hallway.

HIHIHIHIHIHI

Sunday morning, er late morning, er early afternoon, I met up with Cy for our weekly brunch strategizing session. Henry was there along with his old cell phone.

The latest in cell phone technology, ya'll.

After food and five cups of coffee, we brought the party to the steps in Union Square.

Henry and his ever present hat.

The pain on Cy's face is the inevitability of the fact he has to go into work on Sunday.

Monday, on my way home after hitting the gym I receive a text from Chris asking me how I felt about going to a party in LES with him and Jeff because of the nice weather. I responded that I felt good about it. We got there and it was literally a party of three. So instead we headed over to the ol' standby, Pianos. I was expecting a relatively low key night. Little did I know.

And we found ourselves in the early stages of a karaoke party there that night. Chris and Jeff seem initially skeptical.

I mean, they were REALLY gawd awful sounding. REALLY AWFUL. But what turned us from haters to...karaoke lovers?

Total Eclipse of the Heart! Jeff is LOVING it. LOVING the Total Eclipse of the Heart.

Wow. Chris is pulling "raising the glass" move early...

THIS photo would go into the Last Night's Party Hall of Fame. Haha. Jeff is studiously examining the Good Book of Songs for song options while Chris looks at him like an insistent wife. "Jeff, we're going with Sinead O'Connor."

Hmmmm. So many options!

And then things really got hot with "Intergalactic...planetary..." (say it out loud like a robot).

Here's a no-surprise: This 'stached guy sang Johnny Cash.

We're lovin' it! (No--no one did Justin Timberlake.)

YEA!

This girl was the star of the night. 1) She was the nuttiest dancer on the floor highlighted by the fact she was practically 7 feet tall, so she kinda stood out to say the least. 2) When she went on stage and looked kind of nervous and suddenly sober, Chris or Jeff said "this is either going to be REALLY amazing or REALLY terrible." If you're wondering what the result was, just look at the picture. LOOK at the mother fucking picture! It was AMAZINGGGG. Possibly one of the greatest thing I've ever seen--along with a guy singing word for word "Gasolina."

The switch to the bottle beer which lessens the spillage possibilities on the dance floor.

If you want to catch the next karaoke session, check it out at karaoke killed the cat.

LAST WEEKEND'S PARTY

So here are some PG photos to accompany this previous entry about the bachelor party I attended last weekend in Chicago. The man of the hour...er...weekend. Some of us flew in on Friday night and had a low key night of some deep dish pizza, beers at the apartment and then went out for a few more beers and nachos.

Nachos!

Jump!

Allan is a flying jumping monkey on our way to the Cubs game.

The best man and the groom show off their flighty coordination.

Jesse and friends. Go red sox!

Stan reppin his hometown Mets.

The game day weather started off nice, with a slight chill...

But before long, it became cold and...windy, as the city is known for.

Nonetheless, Allan still manages to pull of a Blue Steel.

Me and Mike. I think I'm pulling an aborted Blue Steel.

Jesse pulls out his ear muffs. It's okay though, because it's his weekend and it's his party and he can wear ear muffs if he wants to.

This is funny to me because Mark looks like a little person. Mark done shrunk himself!

And it's amazing to see Allan jump so high when he....has no lower legs.

Jesse attempting to take a photo of his junk with Allan's cell phone. That is brotherly love, kids.

Post steak dinner. Guess how many people at this table are NOT doctors? Here's a freebie hint: I'm not one.

After dinner, we went to Hogs and Honeys which should be renamed Bachelorette Parties R Us. I sort of stopped taking photos around this point. Thanks to Mike for taking over camera duties...

[PHOTOS CENSORED]

Justin wins a bar contest where he had to take off the girls bra through her shirt and then put it on himself. Yay.

Just a really hot girl riding the bull...

Hours later back at the apartment. Jesse and his new shirt.

W = WINER.

Congrats again Jesse--See you in a few weeks in Tucson. I think there's still time to convince Steph about tuxedo t-shirts.

WEEKEND UPDATE

No photos from Thursday night, but lets just say I ended the night passing out on a couch while wearing a freakin' sweet kimono. Friday night (No work that day thanks to Good Friday), I went to Rififi's to see my friend Dan, from high school perform stand-up. Unfortunately, I got there right after he had finished his set and I was pissed I missed it because putting aside my obvious partiality, I do find his stand up quite hilarious (mmm, jokes about rape, the Holocaust, and abortion). Check out this clip of him from Comedy Central:

[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gS95kFwgEIs]

Go check out his snazzy new website and friend him on Myspace.

Anyway, check it out: THREE, yes, THREE Alaskans in New York City at the same location and time. Me, Dan, and Dave. Little did the patrons in the bar know that they were in the presence of basically...a lot of Alaskans. If they had, their brains might have exploded. That's why we had to leave the bar--for the welfare of the people inside.

Dan lives out in LA and didn't bring a jacket to NYC. At his meeting at Comedy Central this week, I guess they felt bad that he didn't have a jacket so they gave him this vest from the Comedy Central roasting of William Shatner (heh, Shat. Insert Beavis and Butthead laugh here.).

Afterwards, Cy and I went to S'Mac, a mac and cheese restaurant in East Village. Dang, I'm hungry just looking at this picture.

It was so good, we each got another plate. Haha. I got the 4 cheese and the Cajun one.

On Thursday night, someone said to me "Who throws themselves two birthday parties, anyway??" Cy does. Saturday night, he had his second birthday party at Kush.

Chris's dope gigantic beer (Only four dolla too!) and his uh, 69 coat check ticket. Heh.

Beth and her partner-in-crime from college days. When we first arrived and sat down, Beth asked "Is there dancing that goes on around here? We might have to go somewhere with dancing." Oh, what a prophetic question...

Dang, those "reserved" signs are so tempting to steal, er, borrow. I'm not saying I was in any way involved, but the following have been borrowed by some people from bars and clubs: Reserved sign; Salt and Pepper shaker; Books; Pillow; And a chair.

Rupa and her friend (again, I'm terrible with names!).

Annie and Chris. The party poses started early!

Yea, so this is the GOOD profile side of my face. From the other side, I'm just a hot mess.

Birthday boy, Chloe and her British friends. They left for England on Sunday. How do I know this? Because Chloe reminded me about 8 times that they were leaving for England the day after. Haha.

Rupa is checking to see if her friend bathed.

Yup!

I'm trying to think of the last time I went to a party that wasn't a hookah joint. Hmmm. I can't remember...but hookah is just so...good.

Regarding hookah being good, Reena is thinking, "YEA IT IS!"

"Birthday boy wants some god damn hookah, Reena! I WANT IT."

Beth is clearly amusing me here.

SMOKE.

MUNIBHEN! (And her friend--I seriously need to take one of those memory classes so I can remember people's names better.)

Haha. Beth looks...dirty here. Not dirt dirty obviously, but like...Spice Channel dirty here. Damn!

2/3s of the Dugger clan, not that you can see the resemblance or anything. Haha.

"Ahh, no more photos!"

Chloe and her friend.

Ooooh: A photo OF a photo being taken. How post-something.

Oh my god, law school's killed Kenny! A rare night away from the law library for this kid.

And it's Monica! Aka Monkiwi!

I think I was saying something like, "ARARHHHHGGGHH" here. And that means "Happy Birthday."

BAM! There it is. Blue Steel bitches!

Night started getting a little hazy here after these two shots of whiskey for me and Chris. And my peeps know I don't do whiskey. Ever.

Remember that question Beth asked earlier? "Is there any dancing?" Sheeeeit. It's not all just photo taking and drinking with us.

And here's Beth doing her part on the dance floor. And look at how HAPPY the guy in the background is that she's doing her thing. Her thing being dropping it low to the ground.

He's like "Yessss. That is wifey right there."

Kenny capturing the moment so he'll never forget when he is locked back up in the law school dungeon.

Me, Chloe and Chris.

Yup.

I like how Beth and Kenny are doing the sexy thing and me and Chris are just acting like dang fools.

Dance, dance, dance. Speaking of, I think SexyBack should be retired from all DJ set lists. It's that time.

Again, soles of the shoes be insulting you.

Reena is really enjoying wearing my manly scarf and and Chris's hat.

I think the whiskey shot I had started to kick in around this point...

Wow. In all the four years or whatever that I've been blogging and taking photos, I've NEVER had a photo like this. "Save to back-up server."

What is going on here? I know two out of four people here read my blog so hopefully one of them can enlighten me on what occurred at this moment.

Group shot!

"ARRRRGHHGHHH," says Matt while Cyrus is heard in the background. "What? Obama, let me call you back tomorrow. I'm out at a club right now. Call you back. What? I'll CALL YOU TOMORROW. Right. Exactly. Peace in the middle east."

I assumed that we left Kush around 2ish, but the text I sent at 5 am from the pizza joint suggests otherwise. Here's Cy looking exhausted after drinking from basically 9 pm to last call.

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

Usual Thursday Babelness (But many of the photos were taken by people other than yours truly): The shirt theme for the night was apparently the color, gray.

The lawyer-cum-"party advocate" with Chloe and Cristina.

I call these next series of photos: "Henry with Cristina."

Henry with Cristina.

Henry with Cristina.

Henry with Cristina.

Cristina giving the camera the ol' hands to the paparazzi face style.

I don't think Cristina enjoyed dancing with this guy--even though he's the fat guy from Lost. I'm a big fan of the middle finger photo sabotaging going on here.

Doppelganger, no?

Haha.

Erica returns from Lebanon.

Chloe hiding from something behind me.

In some cultures, showing the sole of your shoes is considered an affront and insult. So basically, we're insulting you right now.

Forgot their names! Sorry!!

Chris using his new snazzy phone.

Rupa and Chloe.

Haha. I look so ridiculous in the background.

Peaceeee.

This is my favorite picture from the night I think. Very...party apropos. I think I'm going to wear ties more often when I go out JUST so I can take it off. Do chicks dig that?

Doing the two-step.

A little dance circle, er, triangle...

The hat style at work here.

Trying to hide my face. "It's hideous! Hideous I tell you!"

I just feel dirty looking at this.

Ha ha ha.

WEEKEND UPDATE

Saturday brunch at the nearby diner. This might've been my fourth cup of coffee. I'm amazed that by this point I could keep the camera steady enough to take this photo.

Saturday night was library action.

Psyche! Bar action!

The natural way to keep a beer chill.

I heard that Bozo the Clown wears the same pair of boots.

Of course Chris ruined what was a perfect symmetry of crappy beers by buying a bottle of fancy. Fancypants.

Along with darts, balancing a beer can is one of my formidable bar skills.

Ta-da!

Also: if Texas Girl, Lauren sees this entry randomly, please send me that photo you took with us (and sorry we didn't have the ganja for you). And good luck when you move back to New York City to start your magazine career at High Times.

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

Thursday was--no big surprise here--Babel. It IS really tough to turn down a free bottle of Goose and hookah action especially after a brutal week.

Chloe trying to convince her BFF Cristina to inhale. "Everyone's doing it."

Take two. What's with girls insisting on editorial control with deletion powers over photographs taken?

Chris agrees: "Yea, what's up wit' dat?"

Belly dancer appearance. Cue rhythmic clapping.

I applaud her balancing ability.

Henry helps the dancer.

"Come closer."

Cy looks so happy to be in the middle of this sandwich.

"ARRRGHHHHH!!!!"

"Why Chloe? Why?"

Two thumbs up for Babel thursdays!

Beautiful girls make Chris act the foolishness.

Couple of Henry's friends (forgot your names though: sorry!!).

"It's okay, Matt."

White smoke of the legal variety. Stay clean, kids.

"Hmmm."

Getting their their dance on.

I kind of like this photo, because of its uh, composition.

"Gimme your money BITCH!" Haha.

More foolishness. Haha.

Friday night was 'stay in and drink wine with roommates' night.

Chris entertaining us with some sweet depressing music.

Kristin avoiding the paparazzi style.

Luca thinks he's a cat. He loves sitting on laps.

I am Korean after all...although the Mexican in me would wrap him up in a tortilla.

Collectively can we all say, "awwww."

Saturday, we went to Cherry Tree on Bergen and 4th Ave. Cool place.

Grrrr.

"It's the hat, dude. Chicks DIG the hat."

Chris ruining a perfectly nice moment with a bit of vulgarity. (High five, bro!)

Condoms!

I've never seen Chris so happy!

An effective way of letting the bartender know that you aren't finished with your drink. OH, speaking of: The bartenders at Cherry Tree kept taking my beer and throwing it out before I had finished it. It happened twice. Fucking pissed me off.

The Roommates of President Street. This time it's my turn to ruin a photo. "ARRRRGHHHH!"

Haha. Ass cleavage!

My favorite thing about the bar was BUCK HUNTERRRRR:

GANGSTA.

I call this the "Dick Cheney." BAM! BUCK SHOT TO YO FACE, PUNK!

GANGSTA.

Yea, you.

Hmmm, some unknown klepto of the bunch with the strainer...

Haha. This is a brilliant jumping photo.

The wind up...

Unsuccessful take two.

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

Don't have many photos for this one on account of the camera battery (and sometimes it's good to just put the camera down). Saturday morning, got up and met up with the Cy for brunch at B and 12th Street.  I got out of Union Square to find myself in the midst of a massive pillow fight taking place there.

Cy solemnly awaiting his 10 dollar plate of eggs, toast, potatoes, coffee, and mimosa. (Seriously, the best brunch deal I've come across in the City.)

Right, so on top of the brunch being tasty and easy on the wallet, there were these two smoking hot lesbians all over one another who were sitting directly next to us. It was very welcoming-ly distracting.

So after we finished our food, drinks, and lesbian making out gazing, we decided to leave. Outside the restaurant, I noticed it had a street placard advertising 2 for 1 drinks from 4 to 8 pm. I took out my cell phone and checked the time (I don't wear a watch) and turned to Cy. "It's 4:18 right now. Should we...?" When we went back in, the couple saw us and laughed. We explained the happy hour special to them.

Party picture taken at....

4:34 pm! Haha.

MY FRIENDS ARE ENTRE-PORN-ENEURS

Did C-Low and friend really tell these two girls that they ran a porn website?

Yes, yes they did.

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

UPDATE: Find Waldo us on the party page of GBH. How obnoxious. Now back to your regularly scheduled programming:

I need to empty my recycle basket. Don't you think?

I like to think that this could be "art" that speaks to the lack of a creative and critical discourse in the modern office in today's capitalist milieu, where paper, which permeates all offices, and it's incredibly discursive quality is minimalized in order to maximize and propogate profit. The physical tabula rasa is used to print rote correspondence seeped in a facade of familiar salutations and amity that only serve to mask the dog-eat-dog nature of business. What I've done here is to crudely equate the perverted symbolism of paper with trash, however by utilizing a recycle basket I'm bluntly screaming that there is no hope. It remains a forever viciously recycled business of corporate robots and soulless peons.

Oh, by and by: I'm selling a limited edition reproduction of this photo for 900 dollars each. And the actual item can be yours for 10,000 dollars.

Speaking of art, on Thursday Carly and I went to an art exhibit in the LES aka an exucuse to drink at the open bar, which was spilling over with uber-hipsters, and three girls who accidentally wandered in ask us what was happening there. So we told them about the exhibit. They looked around and asked us, "Where is The Art?"

Exactly, where IS the art? Hmmm. Deep thoughts. Think about it.

Ms. Thang.

Carly and me with my sweet 3-D glasses I found around the office. The place was so jam packed, that she and I ended up chilling out by sitting on the cabinets, quite literally.

Classy plastic cup.

Mmm, open bar! (But look at all those barely touched wasted drinks!!! Travesty!)

Carly's magazine friend Andrew. Thanks dude for hooking us up with free drinks even after the bar 'closed.'

Andrew (look at his "been frequenting the open bar for quite awhile" eyes...haha) and his super cool friend who is starting her own jewelry company.

Happy people.

Afterwards, we bounced over to Hiro for Cheeky Bastard partay.

Haha! This might be the most brilliant photo of Sam. Sam and Nick run a art community website called Heelpress. Go check it out, sign up and join, and upload all your creative efforts.

Nick--the other half of Heelpress (which later that night as he was talking to a couple girls became a porn site). I think I'm going to bring more prop items out with me. Everyone wanted a turn with those glasses.

The K to the S doing her best Stevie Wonder impression.

Pure foolishness.

A two drink minimum?

Haha.

LeVar Burton was also there. He kept trying to read us shit from Reading Rainbow, and I was like, "Dude, stop. We're trying to dance!"

Sweater over shoulder? Yes!

Haha. As this photo was being taken, Chris--who at the time was flirting with the bartender or something--saw this and thought "I NEED TO BE IN THESE PHOTOS" and he SPRINTED over...just in time to make the next photo:

Chris literally came to one of those cartoon skidding stops just as the flash went off. Result? Brilliant photo.

Hot sweaty dance floor mess.

"And the midget was THIS tall bro! Someone THIS tall can't be calling herself a midget! She was hot though."

"And this was a tough move, but those How-To Riverdance videos really paid off!"

Mikey (He can dance better than you) backs up his trunk...and Carly kinda likes it.

And of course, the night ends with a jump!

Final thoughts: Did I really dance on stage? Did I really see Chris wheelbarreling a girl on the dance floor? Was there really a 50 dollar minimum? Did someone really text message...basically, Pol Pot? And lastly, one thing one should never throw down the gauntlet and call me a pussy.

WEEKEND UPDATE

First, a few photos kindly sent to me (Thanks Lauren!) from an open bar outing a few weeks ago. I kind of love this photo.

This might be one of my favorite photos ever from my party photo set.

Anyway, fast forward to the present. Saturday night was an interesting night...unfortunately the camera was left at home. Played wingman to a friend at his ex's going-away send off party. After Saturday, my friend and I are now even for when I dragged him to play wingman at a terrible club on the west side that played only Oldies music all night long.

On Saturday, my friend Jesus's band Zenen performed at the Delancey to help kick off a new monthly music and art event, Tripnotica.

Some artist was painting on the main floor of the three level bar.

Jesus and the White Jackets!

Industrial rocking it!

Then I met up with Cy and we went to Faluka for some silly hookahing, drinking, and dancing. Some photos...

Woa.

SOCIAL LIFE RECAP

Just a mixmash of randomness... Some flashing action. WOOHOO.

"Hark, I see a party, yonder!"

But first, a jump, natch.

I have to give C Low a 10 on this jump, if anything for effort because afterwards, he came a-crashing to the ground.

C is actually 10 feet tall, evidently.

C and Jamarah look incredibly bored (or hipper than thou arrogance?) at Marquee.

Ah yea, now it's a partyyyy.

Take 1: I didn't get the no-smile memo.

Take 2: Now we're on the same page. I'm going to steal this joke from Chris: Two Alaskans walked into a bar.

C attempting the sensitive, yet manly tears. Or he was constipated. Not sure which.

I'm going for the pound while H is going for the five.

H's mouth is radioactive.

As my friend Jenn would say, ROAR.

Haha.

I'm a modest guy...but I have to say, I think this just may be the hottest picture I've ever had of myself. I'm sorry, I just look GOOD:

Yea, you can't get that with plastic surgery. GENETICS baby, genetics.

And H is looking pretty good himself here.

This is brought to you by the color yellow.

Mmm, drinks.

P giving the ol' finger to Miami.

Haha.

OH SNAP, It's a TRAIN!

This is brought to you by the color green.

I just feel dirty looking at this photo.

The coolest girl I know in Miami (after Gloria Estefan).

H and S aka my fave getting their groove on.

Blurry photo.

Haha. I think this is my favorite photo of us dudes.

Haha, A in the back was outta control, but in a good way.

Hangover breakfast or er, lunch after being out until 7 am.

At dinner.

LAST THURSDAY'S PARTY

I went to a launch party for YRB Magazine on Thursday night, although to be honest, if it weren't for the open bar, I probably would not have gone. I definitely needed a drink that day after work. Cab ride over to Manor.

I spent the cab ride perfecting the narcissistic art of taking completely unflattering self-portraits. I give this one a 8 out of 10.

Munira showing off her non-engagement ring.

Hey, it's Lauren! It's something about open bars that brings people out.

Chris and his cuz Sophia are like, "YEA! DRINKING! WOOHOO!"

Don't try this at home, kids: Jumping while holding an open container in a crowded bar.

Once the open bar ended and Manor reverted back to its 12 dollar drinks, we all peace'd out, but some decided to do some jumps in the frigid NYC night.

Sophia jumps out of the frame of the photo, while wearing heels. THAT is gangsta.

And then we went to Corner Bistro!

Note the lipstick stain on Cy. Haha.

Water with tomato and fry?

"Yes, please."

The look of pain is because Corner Bistro is SO GOOD. I didn't think I drank very much that night, but apparently I did because when I got home, I peace'd the fuck out and passed out.

LAST WEEK'S PARTY

Just some party pictures. For regular readers, it's about par. While waiting for the subway, we did some jumps. All that's missing in this fierce jump is the air guitar.

I shoulda looked the other way for the subway.

Ben pensively thinking of his flight in 82 hours to South Africa for the next year. (Hope all is well out there, Ben!)

The most frequent Cyrus expression: "Oh. My. God."

Check out the hot 3-Dness of my shirt.

Cy, Viv, and me: None of us were on the same page about the "photo face."

Viv getting her custom Gatorade.

Look at Chris's lame camera. LOSER.

The after party.

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY

More Babel Thursday action... But first, some Subway jump action. This one is brought to you by Chris.

Mateo gets some air. (I did not jump off the benches)

The oh-so-free bottle of Goose.

"Chris, meet Cyrus." "Cyrus, meet Chris."

Cy hangs back while watching the kids fight over the bottle of Goose like wild jackals.

Dance, dance, dance.

Wha wha.

None of us are thinking about work the next day.

Jeff's whiteness lights up the room. Boy can salsa tho.

A thumb up for Babel.

Chris and Jeff--BFFs.

Puff puff.

I've never looked hotter.

The public interest law thing is paying off really well.

"So I smacked that ass like this!"

Dancin, dancin.

Woa.

"Wha?" said surprised Chris.

"Um, Cy. This bottle is empty. That is unacceptable. Please rectify this situation."

Smoky.

Jeff preparing for his 4 am meeting the next day.

The table.

My "get a load of this guy" look.

Not quite sure this dancing style will catch on in the States.

Chris offers a platter of Jeff jumping oh so delicately.

Bodega jumping. It's the latest thing, Moye. Do it.

My camera has an amazing ability to make people partly disappear. Freaky.

Doing my favorite jumping pose. Not sure what Chris doing.

Chipwich. What? Yea, that's what I thought. Keep walking.

We're so Asian. We bought soy sauce.

Feeling pretty "AZN" at this point.

LAST NIGHT'S PARTY--BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE US OPEN

My boss sent out an email a few days ago saying that our company's PR firm had some tickets available for this year's tennis US Open launch party to be held at Crobar. Hell yea, I want to go!

Of course when I got there around 9:30ish (the earliest I've ever shown up to a club), there was already a mad number of people crowding the door.

There was actually a red carpet.

Tennis fan holding a giant tennis...ball...hoping to get it signed by the pros.

Amazingly, when I told the clipboard bitch that I was on the list, she confirmed and let me in without a hitch. I only waited near the front with the rest of the mini-skirts and douchebags for about five minutes. Easy peasy.

Yea, and I got to walk the carpet. ... No I didn't. Inside Crobar, they had all sorts of visual party favors--some good and some disturbing--including this mock up, where the not-so-famous (like me) can pose in front of the red carpet backdrop.

Yes, we get it. This is a tennis party.

It took me about an hour before I realized that these four models were actually two sets of twins.

Some non-alcoholic drink that they were sampling at the party. I myself, did a lot of sampling of the Grey Goose at the open bar.

You can ask this bartender, if you don't believe me. Thanks dude for all those sweet vodka tonics and beers--all the more sweeter because my wallet stayed in ma' back pocket.

Finally ran into my co-workers. R getting his white boy groove ON. He also dropped his drink about ten times.

So they had all these various models in ridiculous scenarios all over the club, including this flasher.

EEEEEK.

Afterwards, we got...gift bags!! The VIP bags were amazing--I shared an elevator with a guy who was delivering three of them to a company on my floor (the VIP bags had Trivia Pursuit--The '80s!) and he showed me the goodies in those bags.

My gift bag items:

There was a box of godiva chocolates but I ate those on the subway last night going home before passing out.

Energy bar.

Water bottle.

Sandals.

Uh, a figurine from South African Airlines.

Tanning spray.

American Apparel tank top. It's a girl's size large. If any large lady wants this, drop me a line.

Bottle opener.

Some gift card that's going straight to the trash (like most of the stuff)

Christina Whorilera's new album. It's the ish. Pretty damn good.

Listerine.

Gym membership.

Uh, a gift certificate to a place in...Tampa. No thanks.

OH, although I did not get a picture, the only celebrity I saw was Tyrese looking ridiculous (or as ridiculous as ridiculously good looking people can look) with a PDiddy mohawk with a hair fork sticking out the back of it.