as i re-enter society...

I’d like to take a second to sincerely thank my guest bloggers. Not only did they give me one less thing to worry about while studying, they made my day every time I received their submissions. The stories were amazing and each so different and funny and insightful. I sincerely loved every one (how could I not? They were all about me and I was damn cool in each one of them…y’all had your chance to completely tear me apart and none of you took up the opportunity…you’re way too good to me). So cadiz, omar, glo, ale, digi, hermes, andy: I bow to you and your brilliance. Thank you so much.

As I said, the bar was NO FUN. We’ve all had some fun making jokes about how it’ll be even better when we have to do it again in February.

Southampton was great. The band is headed by these two Australian brothers. They’re beautiful. The jitney they hired contained a fine mix of socialites, rockers, and groupies. Isaac brought roses to give to all the ladies on the bus. and the aussies also brought plenty of alcohol. The concert was at this groovy little place where D and I managed to get stools by the bar. The band was awesome. I check my phone around eleven to a voicemail from library adonis! I called him back and we chatted briefly but I think he was probably very drunk by that point. We discussed our totally conflicting weekend schedules and I said I’d call him later. After the concert, we were dropped off at the mansion. Actually, we were dropped of at the guest house behind the mansion where we made a complete mess of the place and then all wrapped ourselves in blankets and sat around this huge campfire telling ghost stories and smoking pot (not me). We all fell asleep outside. It was awesome. I can’t tell you the last time I saw stars. It’s something you don’t get in this city. I missed them. D and I woke up tres early (my fault, my body is still on 7am wake ups for studying) and spent the day at the beach. We left Southampton without even setting foot in the mansion. Doh!

Last night was filled with lots of alcohol, an amazing dinner at D’s dad’s restaurant, and dancing on the bar after-hours at this hidden club on the lower east side with D and our friend M. Was at club X last night and the girls convinced me it would be a good idea to text the 19 year old. I did and he called me to say he would not be coming out, that he’d gotten into a motorcycle accident. Oh man! Now 19 year old is even HOTTER. Fuck! But yay for TWO motorcycle riding guys calling me! I told him he’d better call when he was up and recovered. I think I should make out with him. I will not sleep with him though. i think I’d be the laughingstock of club X and I really like it there. the owners and bartenders are very good to me.

Tonight we are going to pub X for some more gavin degraw stalking. He’s in town this week. Yee haw!!!

And what would my return to blogging be without some celebrity sightings? on a more intellectual level, Norman Mailer sat next to me at a play on friday. i was trying to think of something really smart to say, but was stumped. my brain has been on strike since the bar. damn!