Friday night, BFF and I went to dinner with Page Six--fun times. I don't know when the last time the three of us were together. Saturday I worked out still drunk, went to brunch, then ate almost a pound of candy. I seriously have a problem. Went out with David G to some parties in HK and Chelsea, including the most fantastic roof party ever. It was this absolutely gorgeous penthouse and even though there were about a hundred people at this party, it couldn't have been a better moment. Hit it off with someone and we ended up walking forty blocks and sharing pizza at 3 in the morning. Why do all the guys I connect with have to life hundreds of miles away? What is this new trend that's happening...cause I'm not a fan.
Went to the parade Sunday with Ben Rosen and some of his friends. Left about halfway into it. Listen, there's only so many drag queens you can look at before you get bored. I also thought it was funny how many countries/states/towns were represented. Seriously, it was like "Homos of Peru." "Homos of South Jersey." "Homos of North Jersey." "Homos of West Jersey." "Homos of Antarctica." "Homos of Peru." Yes, again. Homos of Peru came by about four different times, I was quite confused. I decided that I would much rather have Popsicles and sit on my couch than be surrounded by hundreds of strangers so I went home. Later,while heading down to Ant Rapp's, I noticed the scariest sight I've ever seen.
A clown on the Subway. A clown. A MFing CLOWN. There is nothing scarier. The worst part is that the clown looked even scarier than the one in this picture. I sat in horror for at least three stops.
As many of you know, my brother writes for the Grand Junction Sentinel, Grand Junction Colorado's premiere newspaper. He did a feature on his "audition" for the Navy SEALS and it made me laugh so I thought you might enjoy it as well.
I could have beaten him in half of those events. Drunk.