So last night, my friends and I attended the In Touch Weekly party at Deep. We sat with Frank DeCaro, watched P. Diddy get denied access to the VIP room (I almost gave him my pass, but...), and saw Pink dancing to the pop sounds of Mark Ronson and Tommy Lee (Don't trip over any of those names I just dropped.) It was a great party, but after 2 hours of standing around drinking Hypnotique comos (a gay blue drink in even gayer flashing light glass), Erik and I realized Hell was calling our names, so we popped over there to hang with Adam and his Aussie friends. Why is it that accents turn me on so much...?? It also didn't hurt that 2 out of 3 of the Aussies were totally hot.
P.S. It is windy as shizznit outside today... I feel like I live in Chicago rather than NYC.
Your blog -- Spiffy. Never read anything like it. And I'm glad there are people on this world who actually have interesting lives and know how to type about 'em with proper grammar. I'm going against the masses, a la "OMGZ ME AND TOMM1 WENT TO THE MOV33Z". Thanks for providing some good reading on the web! You rock. -hugo | downey, CA
Posted by: hugo | Thursday, November 13, 2003 at 07:35 PM