a trend in the making
lest i be remiss, let me say thanks to the gracious fokls at The Black Table for opening up the Camp Bowery roof and firing up the grill this past weekend. it was quite the rip-roaring time (the free-flowing tequila may have had a hand in that). i managed to: hear a story about serving Paris Hilton cocktails in the Hamptons; plan a trip to Burning Man for Marc; unknowingly insult the editor of the NYPress (and find out that the NYSports Express is no more as of last week); follow the adventures of a couple of shirtless guys in their apartment across the street; apologize to Johan More for being such a hater a few years back.
all Friday nights should hope to be so productive. this coming week will try to compete as Listmaker and youthlarge spend their last night of official independence enjoying more barbecue and beer deliciousness. let's just hope that leftover (untapped) keg from our wedding is still drinkable. of course that's a highly realtive term to some people.
Comments
The keg is full of Keystone, right?
Posted by: crispin | July 19, 2004 04:23 PM
you just keep that bitter beer face to yourself, mister.
Posted by: jamie | July 19, 2004 04:37 PM
I heard it was a productive night for some other people too. One Brooklyn-based webmaster and blogger extraordinaire, to be exact.
How did you unknowingly insult the editor of the NY Press? If I met that person I'd be tempted to knowingly say, "Your paper sucks."
What were the shirtless guys doing? And speaking of shirtless guys, I've always harbored a secret, embarrassing desire to attend Burning Man myself, just to see some hot naked alterna-hippie guys. I'm sure I would find it just as annoying and ridiculous as a Renaissance Faire though. Not that those are totally without their charms...gigantic turkey leg on a stick, anyone?
Posted by: jim | July 19, 2004 09:03 PM
the shirtless guys weren't doing anything really, much to the consternation of a couple gents we met at the party who were hoping for a wrestling session or something at least.
as for the NYPress guy, i was simply tricked into bad mouthing his paper before it was revealed who he was exactly. he took it in stride and seemed like a perfectly decent fellow.
Posted by: jamie | July 20, 2004 10:56 AM
I have a funny Paris Hilton story. About two years ago, my brother's kinda friend (I can't say who b/c he'd kill me putting this on a blog, but it's one of the Zappas ;) was having a small get-together (we're talking like 8 people) at his house on the beach in So Cal. OK, so in walks Paris and some guy right off the beach, they don't know her and she doesn't know them. She saunters in, walks into the bathroom w/ the guy and stays in there for like 15 minutes. Then they come out, say goodbye, and walk right back out the door and head down the beach. Even for Hollywood regulars, this was weird. What's your story, Jamie? You can't just say you heard one and then not share it...
Posted by: Claire | July 21, 2004 01:00 PM
Jim, I too LOVE giant turkey legs! :)
Posted by: Claire | July 21, 2004 01:01 PM