s, d, r 'n r
jami's party was great for a few reasons:
- sex
(super cute messy gay boy that i could only smile at from across the room and then say "you're so cute" in his ear as i bent down to grab my jacket and leave. he smiled and said "thanks".) - drugs
(i never do very much, just enough to make me loosey goosey and happy and horny and confident and gregarious. but there was also champagne and chambourd, and some-times there's nothing like a girl drink.) -
rock 'n roll
(well, more like house. but lots of great people, like jami and sunil (spinning and bartending both), fani wearing a phallic balloon headdress, michael who invited me to his opening which i missed darn it, sabil talking about her fascination with latino porn, catherine and her cute roommate who i thought was her boyfriend before jami corrected me, veronica who complimented my haircut, sara, bethany whose url ugh i couldn't remember until her kind email helped me out, swerdloff who apparently i met but didn't know it was him a la dori and my first acquaintance, coco, heath, and on and on and on. back to the rock 'n roll subtheme, i also was able to buy the radiohead album 3 days early at the scuzzy but great book/record store on tompkins square as i staggered home with maurice.)