stolen oldies

until i can un-waterlog my camera after the venice travails. to tide us over

a morning after

tots fuel up

excitement abounds

tots in rome - and breaking all the rules

a collective sigh of relief

office one-act play

oats: ok ck looking particularly frumpy and haggard in this one
f: into the wild? she's such the consummate thespian that she BECOMES the character.
uh huh. yeah whatever you say, pal.
f: you should look so good at her age, bixch!
*pause*
oats: winding you up is so easy
f: it really is. you know how to push all the right buttons. `frumpy' sets me off.

don't i know it. (edit: ck really DOES look incredibly frumpy in this one)

got guilt, exponentially

according to one reviewer: ``In short, Gossip Girl succeeds because instead of trying to re-invent the wheel, it covers the wheel in couture and parades it down Fifth Avenue.''

according to the competition, who didn't see fit to review the show themselves, just picked up the Hollywood Reporter: ``Oh barf!''

iain has already been scolded on behalf of his colleagues

someone learned the hard way

that toothpaste is quite tenacious. a day and 3 showers laters, oats still has broomhead and may have to follow through with the age-old threat of investing in clippers

how long does it take to learn one's lesson about the quantities (and qualities) of prosecco anyway?

the good old OMC

`do we even have any film left for the scrapbook?'
word to the wise. crowbar + oats + polaroid camera = much wasted time x vanity cubed

an ersatz Oats

a gift horse. a mouth. just don't do it

got guilt? got lone star belt? got polaroids?

got game

work mail - steve weighs in

.....
and sheyam
will lose her highly prized generous bartender...
Reply:
i know. and our favourite dive bar. oops.
Reply:
i'm not going to give up otr... it'll have to be a civil
breakup with occasional booty calls. you hear?
.....

enough said.

shameless plugging

i'd like to take this moment to direct you all to a certain website that hasn't been featured here before - shamefully. hi, kamau, thanks for tuning in, and keep up the amazing work. never have k and g looked quite so lara croft-esque.

SKM

more postmortem texting

so. 5:30 a.m. sunday morning. i take my leave of the rest of the revelers in the piazza and snag f's keys to crash, given the dearth of cabs and the urgent need for a bed, however maude-infested.
open f's flat. have vague recollection of a frantic maude spraying the entire room. make a beeline for the fridge, am stunned and ever-so-pleasantly surprised to find PIZZA. scarf down half as i attempt to get the alien laptop to work. try the cab number one more time, leave the waxed paper in the fridge and the laptop open and unused.
and exit.

awaken to another, even more vague recollection of having inhaled what must have been shots's pizza, and not f's. indeed. still, she doesn't seem to hate me yet, despite the various reasons i gave her saturday night.

forget starfish/whale/arabic name tattoos

this is the one.

so we met a band last night. who serenaded flash with an irish happy birthday ditty. and then got mad when i called whatever it was a banjo. and then whipped out the permanent marker.

oh, chippy, they're from santa cruz. when they get back from `touring' (aka squatting in foreign ex-slaughterhouses) please go find them and give them curbies for me
is that not a banjo?

to compare scars. emotional and physical

sunday texting:

r: i love my cigarette burn
s: foto evidence suggests the cig wasn't lit at the time
r: then who gave me the cig burn shaped like baby jesus?

to be cont'd

i don't know this guy

but i did give him sound relationship advice after a public row. and after i called him sleazy. to his face.
again, my head hurts and the pictures are the only evidence of most of last night. i blame it on the jet lag

real friends

agree to reconstruct scenarios played out weeks earlier which documentation you lost when your camera was stolen.

a birthday goose

sorry mic nic, you've been supplanted by the newest in the line of aussie fags in rome. meet me in SF and state your case

a miniscule world

does anyone know these people? apparently they went to UVa. he was in my classes. she flipped pizzas at the tree house. for a second i thought i had the biggest crush on his friend, but turns out it was a different guy altogether.

the connector

everyone in rome knows everyone else in rome through orsola is how the saying goes. despite the fact that she's an antisocial homebody who never keeps an appointment.

and also, how many time periods can one couch hold?

and flash, why does my head hurt so very very much today?

sneak peek/pop quiz

2 excerpts.

``One's in Rome partying very publicly -- and supposedly dating some guy called `The Immortal.''

X: Seriously, you gotta see your sister
B: She's just gonna whine

in no particular order: Tx Pix

the only ones currently available. awaiting a transatlantic firewire any day now.
hi again lito, though

first night back - our bridge

interminable trip back. coma all afternoon. woke up entirely disoriented, thinking `it's hot in brooklyn.' saw some rugby (nothing like watching gladiators ripping each other to shreds for a pleasant wake-up). 3 am get dragged out to Our Bridge. still jet-lagged, clearly. but not in as bad shape as someone else who is likely still sleeping it off.

more BC

now watch me do

aka winnie the pooh. pre head-shaving. post-stim. gk1 shoot Innocence

stoop-top superman dat ho

an old favourite

moving to BrooklY

another baby carrot sighting

party glass, red teeth and all

9/11 - however many years later

after a thwarted, and chilly, roof-deck non-sighting, there was a chainlink fence in brooklyn that afforded a much better view.

Silvercup Studios

home of serena, blair, chuck, dan, kati and isabel. also, the sex and the city girls, and communal loos. which story should not really be told here

mark as a Gossip Girl

g as a Gossip Girl

we *hate* this towel

in my absence - `we bonded'

u.s. open @ madison square

tired of using technology

museumofsex.com

white on white - the muppet's new look

(give or take a smudge or a stain here and there)

autumn approaches