sxg: April 2008

it's a wrap

spotted: several DILFs, one of whose rump got brushed up on by our very T on a dare. the verdict was `firm and full.'
an unnamed wardrobe assistant strip-tease on the bar, complete with thong and dollar-bill solicitations. turns out it's not the first time.
a certain fringe-ful costume designer with designs on T...including a full-on finger slurp. it was somewhat hilarious. and very loud.

thank god for open bars but even more for soup dumplings afterwards

thank you TFF

thanks to the tribeca film festival, j, an old madrid fixture, is in nyc, flinging passes and invites left and right.
and also, helping me to locate a new local. ole and god help us.

T's mom draws the best bats

adult XXX drawing on a friday night. hours upon hours of fun and spilled red wine, contributing to frantic sketching `in the zone.'
followed by korean fried chicken, luckily not the kind that stays with you for hours/days.

the aftermath: sxg: so....did i really talk all that much crap?
t: ah, so you remember?

note the asterisk*

how happy are the producers? oh-so

back in nyc

bibimbap with Ro. talk of The Pecking Order and shitty translation clients galore. also, stocking up at the korean grocery on edamame enough to stuff the fridge

oats, the return

rome in 73 hours. in short order, i present to you: oats and crowbar; the reunion. naps's Gossip Girl Getup; the Tulip and the Stinkeye, The Sliding Pant-i!, an 80-yr-old tranny emulating edith piaf (and the attending reactions) called Dominot; la Lacqua as a boy; the night of the jug of jaegermeister; maude makes a new friend and cosmo is so about to hit the ground running...and ummm...on 5 hours of sleep the whole way, i forget the rest. oh, yeah, also the one where crowbar locked oats out of the flat her first night in town. yeah, that was fun.

the news

somehow your intrepid artiste managed to flog one of her (least favourite) sketches to warner bros. for a permanent set. not this one, which she actually quite likes. for further details, not to mention a glowing review, see one of my biggest fans.

`who you calling hybo, wigfish?'

an evening with T of bitchiness, catfish and smelling the sex trees

the original wingman

i've never been a star wars fan, but these ads are killing me

OMFG is right

yes, yes. have neglected the blog somewhat. but that's only because the most exciting news has all happened at work.
which i can't blog about.
suffice to say, OMFG.
can you blame me?