Hey every­one.
Sorry I’ve been so quiet!
I’ve had my hands more than full with about a mil­lion projects.
How about I start telling you all about them next week?
In the mean­time–
Months after the fact, I finally got around to edit­ing my pho­tos from New Year’s.
I went to NYC to visit Tim, as a last hur­rah before he moved back to my beloved San Francisco.

We decided to go to this party at the 3^rd Ward for New Years, based solely on the the invite:

A City of Grit:
Dark + Sul­try + Dra­matic. Three warm floors of a for­mer fac­tory have been
con­verted into a party par­adise with hid­den tea lounges, reck­less rides,
live art, cheap liquor and dark dance-floors. The music here is a
throw-back to the clas­sic loft-parties where live afro-beat mixes with
stel­lar hip-hop and dj’s meet in the mid­dle to keep the peo­ple moving.

A City of Glamor:
Gor­geous + Lush + Provoca­tive. Intel­li­gent techno to breaks to deep dark
house join in this seven thou­sand square foot loft lined with drip­ping
video pro­jec­tions and female chan­de­liers (yes, there will be fire). The
out­door ter­race will be heated with a wood burn­ing stove and con­stant
conversation.

A City of Ice:
Hid­den + Fes­tive + Inso­lent. One hun­dred fifty cubic feet of false snow,
San­tas and sedi­tious elves mix with The Mod­ern Dance Aware­ness Soci­ety to
cre­ate a win­ter won­der­land that is equal parts absurd and beau­ti­ful.
Expect spiked cider.

A City of Fire:
Cap­ti­vat­ing + Indul­gent + Dan­ger­ous. This is where beauty meets vice.
Strip­per poles, piano lounges, aer­ial acts, casino games and brass bands
blend into a trib­ute to the for­got­ten under­belly of New York City that has
existed long before any of us know, and will con­tinue beyond when any of
us will be remembered.

The Most Impor­tant Mid­night:
Two Thou­sand Ten will begin with: cham­pagne bot­tles, fire acts, brass band
explo­sions, dance-floor count­downs, kisses from strangers and, for the
cho­sen few, a three course meal at the cen­ter of it all. This is the
start of the best year of your life. 

Sadly, the party did not live up to the hype. I do, how­ever, want to hire the per­son writ­ing their copy.

We did man­age to find the 3 course meal part, which was actu­ally kind of cool.
There were also some swings set up in the mid­dle of the party that peo­ple were swing­ing on, and clearly things were pretty hop­ping.
But there was some­thing miss­ing at this party, we just couldn’t quite put our fin­ger on it.

At mid­night every­one lit sparklers and it was prob­a­bly the high­light, because shortly there­after it became so crowded that it got uncomfortable.

I man­aged to find Amelia in the crowd, but sadly, shortly there­after we all got stuck in the hall­way in the mass of bod­ies.
It was not unlike being trapped in an ele­va­tor.
I remem­ber think­ing to myself “This is the kind of sit­u­a­tion where peo­ple get tram­pled and die.”

We made it out alive, but we never found the room full of fake snow, and the night ended anti­cli­mac­ti­cally when we left the party, gave up, and went home.

The next day we fared sig­nifi­gantly bet­ter, hang­ing out with Lola and Nick at this weird mexican/chinese joint in Ft. Green. The menu was the best part, with the whole “Every sip will bring you closer to heave.”

The high­light of the trip was going to Brook­lyn Bowl to see some bur­lesque and watch Paul Pope spin.

This con­tor­tion­ist girl was totally amazing

Her act, how­ever was noth­ing short of upstaged by per­for­mance artist Mat Fraser’s set. 

Brook­lyn Bowl is totally my favorite New York show venue at the moment, and the swank­est bowl­ing alley I’ve ever been in.
It’s a huge space, but it has all the details you’d find in a more inti­mate set­ting.
Most impor­tantly, they had a boubon milk­shake so good it brought tears to my eyes.

Many thanks to Jeff Newelt for invit­ing us out!

Until next time!

Almost a month after the fact, I’m finally get­ting around to post­ing my hol­i­day pho­tos.
This year, I attended a num­ber of get­to­geth­ers, and with the help of my new wig, I decided it would be fun to show up in the guise of a Who from Dr. Seuss’s Grinch Who Stole Christmas.

One of these par­ties was thrown by none other than Miss Mary Bee.

Melinda and I arrived with out best footwear for­ward. I love the bows she put on her shoes! They look like lit­tle presents!

The party was full of all sorts of curi­ous creatures.

As we’ve pre­vi­ously estab­lished, at any good party, there are fake mus­taches involved.
This party was no exception.

We watched Christ­mas hor­ror clas­sic, Jack Frost, and I couldn’t stop tak­ing pic­tures of the screen as one totally absurd thing hap­pened after another.
Check this bathtub/snowman/sex/murder scene out:

It was a very good night, all told.

I also hosted my own, low key, orphan xmess gettogether.

The night was mostly spent eat­ing deli­cious food and play­ing Wii. I owned at bowling.

Jeremy and Zuey clearly liked the mit­tens Tim got her.

Hope your hol­i­days were as fes­tive as mine!

Every year, the ol’ day job throws a pretty hap­pen­ing hol­i­day party. This year was no excep­tion, and I came pre­pared to rage.
Just before the party, I decided to take a lit­tle trip down the block for some food–and low and behold, I returned with both pizza, and a wig. Not just any wig, mind you, but a wig of clearly epic pro­por­tions, from Retro­Fit.

Lit­tle did I know that my Tim & Melinda would do me one bet­ter, by arriv­ing with sev­eral pairs of mus­taches on a stick. Mus­taches on a stick THAT THEY MADE! The red and white ones were inspired by the pringles guy, while the blue one was fash­ioned in the like­ness of the dude from Amaz­ing Horse. (click it, I dare you.)

Obvi­ously, we spent the evening invit­ing peo­ple to pose with them on.

Later in the evening, there was an epic bur­lesque show, star­ring Lady Satan, Pin Key Lee, Bunny Pis­tol, Alotta Booty, Ruby White, and Sparkly Devil. 

After­ward, there was a raf­fle thing & I ended up win­ning a gift cer­tifi­cate to a local fancy restau­rant (the food was, inci­den­tally, not very good…which is why I won’t bother men­tion­ing who they are).

The end of the night came quickly in a flurry of blurred smiles and mustaches.

Until we rage again!