coffee, tea and sympathy.

The espresso gods gave me a day of rest. How thoughtful, right? This basically means that I slept in and did S.F.A. all day long. Lucky me.

Saturday night was particularly interesting. I went to this crazy art party downtown that was masquerade theme. I don't know what it is, but there is something uber sexy about only seeing someone's eyes. All enigmatic and shit. Damn! Anywho, I had a decent time but for future reference, here's a "note to self": don't wear heels. Ever. My back is killing me today, and I walk like a drag queen in them, but my legs looked fabulous and that's all that really matters. End of story. I caught some girls snorting cocaine off the sinks in the bathroom when I went to call Emma.

"Hey, you bitches, this isn't Cheetahs!"

I embarrassed the poor girls, and I actually felt kind of bad about it. Afterall, it was a party. After the downtown scene died down, I headed over to the lovely and charming Scoot's place for some peach vodka Smirnies and some gay porn. We are so in love. Emma came along, too, with a nalgene full of vino. She got drunk and decided we needed to find an open McDonald's A.S.A.P.; it had been 6 years and she needed nuggets. We didn't find one, but instead bonded over pedestrian harrassment and the Kings of Leon. My life is beautiful.

Goede nacht, beauty.