NEWLOVE

the other night, an ex-coworker and i had some laughs and some beers at her place just a few hours after her last days of employment at our old place of work.  the last time we went out, it was in pasadena and i got so drunk that i woke the next morning in her bed to a phone call from my stylist who was informing me that i was supposed to be in brentwood 30 minutes prior (which is an hour from pasadena.)  this time, i fared much better.  i think i owe it all to baby, her meth addict roommate, the bald one pictured below whispering into ivy’s ear, who berated me into staying sober and driving home…

last night while i was falling in love with bette midler all over again while watching “for the boys,” i decided i’ve always wanted to be her. she’s so cool, so amazing. and it was fun to watch a movie where monica geller’s dad and stanley roper make an appearance with james caan. before i could imagine myself singing for the troops during wartime, i heard brad get out of bed and pee and then wander into the living room. it wasn’t until he plopped himself down on a chair to seemingly watch the movie with me at 3am that i realized he must’ve been sleep walking. i was still watching bette on the front line but her singing was somewhat marred by the stupid snoring machine in his tighty-whities. oh, he’s going to kill me for this one…

my middle finger fits in my nostril. i know. i know. none of us pick our noses. i’m only speaking hypothetically. but i swear to god, my nostrils have grown ten fold, as has my gut, since college. why don’t they tell us in grade school that ears and noses grow faster than the rest of us? huh?! that’s totally unfair. i swear, i could suck marbles up my nose without blinking. i was thinking about getting one of those new fangled dyson vacuum cleaners that maneuver around the house on a giant ball and balked at paying $600 when i realized that i can just inhale and clean my carpets. unfortunately, i’m plagued by severe allergies TO EVERYTHING and i might have to spend that money after all.

i figured since i’ve already been to buenos aires and gotten a photograph in front of eva peron’s grave, it would behoove me to see the madonna slash andrew lloyd webber monstrocity.

what everyone says is true.  i don’t know why, but it’s not a very good movie.  i think i blame alan parker’s directing - or maybe andrew lloyd webber.  gasp!  i mean, if you’re going to take a piece of history and dramatize it, he doesn’t do a very good job.

i was fascinated enough just looking at madonna, though.  she’s impressive.  i know everyone says she’s a bad actress but i don’t think she did a bad job.  and the makeup & costuming was great.  if you’re gay or a fruit fly, i think this is still a must see.

brad and i went to michelle & jeff’s wedding a couple of weeks ago.

congratulations!

gregg and ian took me to sushi samba where we gorged ourselves on great apps, sushi, sashimi, and a cooked thai style red snapper that was to die for. our venezuelan waiter, andrés, was super adorable and at only 5 feet tall he would’ve been perfect to fold up and put in my pocket to take home.

gregg and i walked through the village to get cupcakes at magnolia before strolling down the high line to MePa to check out a favorite diner that won’t be around for much longer.

got together with my high school friend, julia, and my college friend, javier. javier is the latin term for “cool as hell.”

don’t mind me. i am drunk.

west village

daryl, andrea and i went for lunch on 10th and w.4th before doing a little shopping. it’s amazing how much bleeker looks like madison these days. when did that happen?
little italy

leigh and i went to the firefly in soho

i heart happy hour.