It happened on the way to the IP...

I joined Steve Sanders and his bride for a tour of the International Plaza yesterday. Sure I was the third wheel but Steve doesn't come to town often and I know that he doesn't enjoy time with his family, thus any excuse for him to be 'out' works for him. Two notes:

1) Steve got burned...badly. We ran into a pair of Chi-O's including The Ladies Woman who Clay took advantage of one night in a fit of lust...on Loper's bed...while The Ladies Man was running on tv...while I was asleep in the other room and could hear most of it. She didn't remember him. I laughed a lot on the inside. Me, well I got a big hello, name recognition and a hug. It was glorious, only for the fact that I had never seen her naked, yet she recollected who I was from like 5 years ago.

2) We saw Carrie Winters. She looks the exact same as she did 7 years ago. Not similar, but exactly the same. She did not have the info that I craved. There was no new revalations that she could provide. Sure, Steph and Laura had a baby and Christy is engaged, but what was Loper doing? I don't necessarily care, but it would be nice to know.*

3) I still can't afford anything in that building.

*as an aside, Steve came upon the info later that night that Loper is currently dating someone who was described by a female amiga as 'cute.' I don't know what that translates too.

Don't Throw Me Down Clark...

On the coner of 1st Ave S and 42nd St

Not real sure what was going on here but he wasn't playing, just sitting with instrument in hand...

Break out the pole...

As the son of a Jew, Catholic and Southern Baptist I choose to follow the faith which suits me best!
Last night was the company Holiday party at the Vinoy. Sadly, there were no real shenanigans to report other than the eccentric white guy attempting to dance to Motown with an older African-American woman...only 20 minutes into the night. Everyone at my table won a prize except me making it 4 straight years of losing. Even Nino won a gift cerificate to the I-Plaza...Damn the world.

Best outfit-the Canadian transplant that wore a leoperd-print dress with striped leggings.
Best Male outfit- the nimrod who wore a bowtie

VIP EMO...

I'll be joining the ranks of the 14-year-olds on Sunday...

Next Big Thing kicks off...12 bands, 2 stages...all frickin day.

Make fun if you want but I am only there for free beer, free food and My Chem.

Special thanks to Heather French for the hook up.