Fun weekend. First one in a while, to be honest. Saw
Dan Flavin yet again. This time with Ryan and Guy. We made fun of the Friday night Jazz series. Somehow convinced Ryan to go to
Ketchup with me. It's basically the old Cafeteria on 8th Ave in New York, with a better space and better service. Of course, considering that the waiters at Cafeteria made a habit of sharing their contempt, that's not saying much. By the way, we ate in the lounge, which required no waiting and gave us much more space. If I were to go again, that's how I'd do it. Ryan took me to a birthday party with amuse bouche's and lawyers (nice ones, though!) and Josh from
Curbed, who I haven't seen the Palm Springs Dwell conference last year.
Took my new roomie Chris to the Standard's
Pool Boy Party. At first the sea of circuit party Speedos put me in a bad mood and Chris sort of cringed at the $12 drinks. Then ran into a bunch of random people, including a straight pal of mine who had parked himself down in a chaise with a book and Bloody Mary, having forgotten it was gay day, but deciding that sometimes you have "to L.A. it up anyways." Jumped in the pool, drank mojitos, floated on tubes, watched muscle boys wrestle in the pool. Chris kept everybody drinking. We're going to get along great.
Later, Jordan invited me to a pajama party, all mysterious like. It was at a place called
Pehrspace, which looks very much like a vacant dentist's office. I walk in and
Graham's there. His bf is sharing DJ'ing duties and sadly, only a smattering of people dressed in PJ's. I however, rocked in my Paul Frank's (yes, Matthew, those Paul Frank's). The party is called
Outre L.A. and seems pretty
darn cool, even if it is populated with lots of people I already know.
Right now, I'm finishing my bowl of carrot ginger soup, listening to
Icky Thump and wondering if anybody will be interested in this at all. And yeah, I did other productive things, but I'm not blogging about laundry. No sir.
*Photo by Clare & DaveLabels: los angeles, personal
Fun weekend. First one in a while, to be honest. Saw Dan Flavin yet again. This time with Ryan and Guy. We made fun of the Friday night Jazz series. Somehow convinced Ryan to go to Ketchup with me. It's basically the old Cafeteria on 8th Ave in New York, with a better space and better service. Of course, considering that the waiters at Cafeteria made a habit of sharing their contempt, that's not saying much. By the way, we ate in the lounge, which required no waiting and gave us much more space. If I were to go again, that's how I'd do it. Ryan took me to a birthday party with amuse bouche's and lawyers (nice ones, though!) and Josh from Curbed, who I haven't seen the Palm Springs Dwell conference last year.