i'm gonna punch that bird in its dirty face.

Oh my, how quickly things are going as of late.
A couple of parties. One good, one not so much.

There is a Scientology center in NYC. I did not know that. Elena is apparently down with them now.

Pam's was a jam Lite, Enrique's was an O'Dooles jam. For reals. Although it was apparently bought by accident, there was literally some non-alchololic beer in the fridge. It was that kind of night.

The next party was no where near as bad (well-everything but the music, but that's for another time.)

It's almost impossible to have a bad night once you see that this is the 1st picture of the evening.

This party was in the hood. But we eventually found it. Then, we thrashed. Sort of.

And then off to the L.

+p.s.

Valebntines Day. Next. Then maybe an arty post, as suggested by Christian.