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last night i attended the charming and seductive, like a quiet but kind of mischievous cat, dori's party in williamsburg. the last time i was in williamsburg was ... dori's other party, and boy did i (this time) get my ass lost. the highlight was seeing her and jami, looking lovely and radiant and just don't-fuck-with-me enough in her braids and cleavage, the secondary highlight was seeing cute, likely heterosexual, billburg slacker boys, and the tertiary highlight was hearing a dj on the east coast spin hieroglyphics.
on the literary front (i'm making up for a long lost time of not reading anything more substantial than those summary e-mails from webmonkey, the new york times, kpmg, and the industry standard that i subscribe to, more out of guilt for my increasing ignoramusisitude more than anything else) finished the hours (i just spent twenty minutes looking for an excerpt to quote, and i liked the book, but i can't find anything) and began franny and zooey (this pretty skimpy-looking book, and i might like to have a daughter someday that i name fran).
read about a huge insurance company's approach to managing big projects, which is surprisingly more interesting than it sounds, while listening to dimitri from paris's a night at the playboy mansion (tHaNk yOu, pItSy and sTuRtLe!!)
have to write back to this guy tomorrow, after his response to my response to his sexy site.