you: me. it's not that far. really.

can't remember if i thanked you for easing the transition with your presence.
and again with the pimping.

revenge of the namedroppers

oats and crowbar spend a day visiting separate sets. while crowbar runs headlong into GG's dan and serena (and serena's `gross little dog)', all the while keeping her cool, oats is transfixed by elias, disappointed in JP and feeling hunger pangs for gwynnie.

this is the waldorf hotel room i passed out in during the shooting while waiting for f to be done drooling over bergman and b.b.

(while we're on the subject, who asks directions of ferris bueller on a street corner in the east village? again, f kept her cool.)

DUDE

after the `nut flick' and before the `leg spasm' g and i get cozy.
the night also included much spooning, jackknifing and broom-handle beating. par for the course with 8 people in the house.

first weekend reunions

three cheers for seattle frequent -flyer miles

scenes from a first night in a new home

l'ultima notte

i'll always have the memory of my nearest and dearest getting chewed out for writing on the walls at the local dive. if anyone ever gets banned from there, it won't be for anything I'VE done

where do we go from here?

cast of characters:
Nappy - Buffy, Spike, Dry Cleaner Customer, Willow-tree waver
FKJ - Spike, Willow, Demons, Giles
Paul Pot: Dawn
Romolo: Tap Dancer, Grip, Cameraman

highlights:
buffy yarn wig
stylish, yet affordable galoshes
blood jello shots
punching bag/gloves
no sparklers on the floor

i still get tearsprung

OMC squared

2 bottles prosecco
1/2 bottle port
1/2 bottle mirto
10 fiori di zucca
1 crowbar nap
1 mumble of: nngggg too bad you're not blonde

krausing the house down

a day of dumpster dumping, scouring and a buffy singalong to get us in the mood. included this highlight:
o: errr......pal stop going through my drawers
f: (while folding underwear) oh, i've already found your `stuff.' it's all on top over there.

can i get an ERRRRRR

who would play you in the movie of your life?

a `last-ditch plea'

(destined to be ignored)

another Lisa truth

sgroppino love

(warning: the alcohol sinks to the bottom. beware the dregs)

more cult of Rom

straccetti a la Pol Pot

a rollicking time had by all. some more than others

ms. murphy sends her love

the cult of Rom

boasts 3 members thus far

uuugggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

brunch with naps and ro

including the several times naps forgot to take pics of her plate. and then had to send ro off to capture the moment.

speaks for itself

wonder what bar this was in

a transatlantic blogpost

someone can't even look the camera in the eye, let alone people on the street. g, eden and i will be bringing you soup and helping with the recovery soon enough. and i promise not to blog the rest of the surgery pics. not even the scrubs foto

royal rodgering had by one and all

there were our favourite people, at our favourite dive where everyone knows your name




there were teen sluts and cock-teasing britney wannabes



there were skanks hoes, bee-hive crackhouses and tat ladies



there were some old age pensioners, batty biddies and local bag ladies





there was plotting, there was tease, there was sleaze, there was pimping


who and when is something *I* will never tell, you know you love me

X O X O

GossipGirl

you know it's time to leave rome when...

flash is gone. but the image of her last day remains. and the clumsy swede at the next-door table who was much more concerned about ordering me another caffe latte than about her ruining flash's suede boots, furla purse and the only jeans she had left to travel in