number 51 arthur russell

i love this song...thank you rose

number 50 food diary

mia has decided she is not going to take any photo's of her trip to the big city, but at the end of the trip she is going to give me her food diary to publish...day 1 this was towards the end of the day, but it was pickles in a plastic bag and soda pop at this point.

we have just finished discussing how we both thought we were maybe polish in another life, because we got back to the old routine of gravlax on pumperknickel, with vodka and ice...i was like, what would we say as cheers..hmm, pravda, goolash...then mia held up her glass and was like, 'no babooshka!' with a big pretty smile...yes, babooshka as we almost smashed our glasses together.

number 49 trust fun updates

a nice updated hot website from trust fun crew...i like the edition of rainbow boy. just hurry the fuck up and get that new petit mal out!!...what did i tell you, those tshirts would sell out in a flash, now you will just have to settle with a 'so wrong'.

http://trust-fun.com

number 48 broken arm dance!

so this was my boss move...!!! i would more have called it i am the boss, hold your elbow and point your hand, like, i am the boss...

http://nymag.com/daily/fashion/2008/06/michael_ball_shows_kirsten_dun.html

damn, if only we hadn't drunk so many free cucumber cocktails and gone on some quesadilla mission, we thought the tab was over!...ah well, always other times in this fun city. ps, i don't recall any broken arm dance move from the 80's?

number 47 young americans

number 46 the hat and the ham

last night had so many variables to it...my spangly hat worn out by JD, we decided after a few drinks, would have a power to it...who ever wore it was the boss. this led to people wanting to be a part of the spangly hat boss game including kirsten dunst. randoms wanting to dance with us, and clearly wear the hat...i had to promptly tell one girl 'listen, you have to wait your turn, and then you can be the boss' as she was grabbing the hat off the boss at the times head.

anyway, we left this establishment...and wild le wong decided we should walk 50 blocks home. instead we only walked home 2. i wouldn't stop whinging, because i couldn't get a cheese quesadilla from the place that is usually open at 4am...it was only 1.30, what the hell was going on?

we get home, the fridge was opened, and this is where things started to go bad...i have so many wild wong food stories, but this one goes straight to the top of the list. i do more whinging about eating too many chocolate pretzels, and turn to see drool coming out of wongs mouth, with a look of total panic in her eyes...i was like, jesus, is she choking, bom, bom,** are you choking??? i don't know how to do the Heimlich maneuver - oh my god help.!

she runs to the sink as i hopelessly look on in terror, and finally she coughs up this neatly folded piece of soccer ball ham, with not one bite mark or chew anywhere to be seen...the witch comes out from the toilet, and we are just looking at each other - stunned and silent...the witch is like, did you just choke! wong...YES!, the witch...give that piece of ham to the dogs...me...jesus - NO! GROSS!

one small bit of neatly folded ham, sitting in that sink was all that came between us and nearly loosing newly named wild le wong...

the hat goes on, and the boss says, 'right it is now officially Ramadan from 12.30am every night in this household!'

**bom bom - another nickname for wild le wong from previous food story

number 45 start spreading the news

possibly one of the best boyfriends around right now, has enabled this fine young lady the chance to come and share my bed for 3 whole weeks. i KNOW she is dancing around in her living room with a bottle of rose, and a cigarette hanging from her lips giving her upstairs neighbor a run for his money on the old sinatra routine...
i can't wait

number 44 legs 11

when the wonders of genetics combine, 2 rights often make more than another right...in this case lou dollion is one of the 3 rights jane birkin has created. as i turned around from a lower standing point at the v party last night, i was confronted with some damn good legs. totally envious, my gene pool had not favoured my mothers leg chromosome...jane sure did pass on some good attributes to her blessed offspring.

number 43 fungeon

2 nights of screaming like stupid fans waving at 2 friends on stage actually paid off...in between bom bom wong kicking her leg so high, kris lifting his legs and arms in the most unusual manner and meg doing southern krumping, we actually got a hello ana, and a wave from julz!!! the gratification of him looking up, seeing our smiling faces waving madly at him, and acknowledging us, was just as good as seeing all the fags hold their hands high in the air, wishing they were wrestling with some hot boy in milk....i even saw boys down the front pretend punching each other in slow motion - so so good.

the gig was amazing, the lighting guy was so passionate about the performance, that i actually watched him more than the stage throughout half the show. he stood behind his booth mouthing all the words, with one hand on his heart and the other punching the air as if girl and the sea was some sort of rock anthem...

as kim dragged us down to a stinky dark basement past boxes in some place opposite crash mansions, i wondered, what next? a dim light at the end of the tunnel and moyes leading the way, we rounded the corner...bottles and bottles of ice cold moet, he turned to us, popped the first bottle and says, 'welcome to my fungeon'...

number 42 hip hop abs

so these 2 battle it out with hip hop abs in the morning when i am fast asleep, but on this particular night, it was a battle of words which resulted in punishment through sit ups and lunges...followed by cucumber cocktails, and a match of charades at a fine ny night club...

(unfortunately what i missed to capture, was pantera humping the witches leg 1 millisecond prior to me pressing record)

number 41 les hommes

i love les hommes...i am finding so many amazing photography books in random places. this one is a winner...nolan don't buy this, as it is your 30th birthday present if you are reading...

number 40 sunny days

i woke up today after another night of 15 hours of sleep. preparing for the arrival of one of 2 fun friends. one called kimberly, knows how to have way too much fun, and dates my lovely wonderful friend mia (who has the most amazing legs and smokes only menthol cigarettes and has a boucheron hedgehog ring). a little scared, and so excited by the arrival - i guess my body knows only too well what the arrival will bring. fun....too much fun

i also woke up to an influx of emails from friends i haven't heard from, in what seems like forever. why they all chose to think about me is sort of weird - but i guess it lead to a pretty good day. an approved unlimited amex, yep...and a lovely afternoon, of riding a bike around town, feeling like i was finally at home. i stumbled across this wonderful plant shop, and next to it was a good vintage denim store called stock...143 east 13th st.

stressing about eating peas and corn for dinner, or wondering whether i can purchase 2 beautiful little white flowered plants is all i can actually worry about right now...good times and lovely plants...