What’s the best thing about any party (if you can’t drink or if you’re a bitch, preferably both, a la moi)?
Gossiping about it! Duh.
reader goes, “My cousin tell me come here.” He could not have been more
pleased orange juice was available, which he put in his plastic cup,
held up to me and said, “Oran joo.”
website, so anyone and everyone showed up, including the fun and, as
evidenced by the empty booze bottles, the cheap. At one point I looked
up and saw a steady stream of people just walking in the door, and I
leaned over to Brock. “Don’t know them, don’t know them, who are
they…WHO IS HE!”
him playing the air keytar behind his head), The Brians of Calitics and Brock of SFist (obviously).
for ages, I was so goddamn excited to meet him and his lovely wife.
Sometimes, I get a little stuck talking to someone who really likes my
blog and I smile and nod until I’m allowed to go. I really turned the
tables on TK with that one, but whatever. Amidst my blogging crew, 40
Going on 28 is hot stuff.
Some woman (?) asked me about the PariSoma space and, well, she (?)
seemed a little weird so I pawned her (?) off on Julian. I had no
choice. She (?) came up to me and said, “Oh, I’ve seen your videos!
festering in cups. Eve started apologizing to randoms who came up
looking for free hooch.
Suddenly, an entourage carrying A TON of booze and cases of PBR
marches in and some man screams, “Move it, Spotswood,” slamming 2
handles of Seagrams down on the bar.
people were there and 1 older gentleman wearing a rainbow ski hat and
reindeer antlers which lit up.
I very much enjoyed your ski trip in Reno. When will we see the Santa
that place could not have been more packed. Overall, I think the soiree
was a smashing success. And I hope all of those “new friends” become
active readers, commenters, lovers and promoters of the Appeal.