MRod says: Is the crew ready? Like spaghetti.

I had lots and lots of free wings tonight. Thanks to Pat for the invite.

This month is the month of Kzar, as it well should be. Last week was his birthday party and this past weekend we had a going away party for him. I wish him the best of luck in Man Francisco!

Subway ride into Manhattan.

Biggie Stardust in the house, ya’ll.

Absolute Subway.

We first chilled out in Tribeca for a bit. I forgot the name, but these drinks–beer poured over spicy chile–kicked ass.

“Uh, dude, you have salt all over your chin.”

And then we went to another nearby to play some pool and drink a couple pitchers.

Truly civilized people drink out of pitchers, apparently.

I’m doing my best impression of a pucker fish.

Doing my part to contribute to the city’s sanitary conditions. We then began walking east to head to the party at The Magician.

Hey! That’s my name!

Jumping to contribute to the city’s cultural atmosphere.

Jump!

At the Magician, we met up with Cristina and Munira and their uh, friends.

After a few drinks at the Magician, we walked next door to La Caverna. Cy, Kzar and Kenny are having a raucous discussion about something–of no significance, no doubt.

Check out how ghetto Kzar’s camera is–rubber band keeping it together. Haha.

The two Laurens showing how much they’ll miss Kzar.

Kzar showing Cristina how much he’ll miss her.

“Uh, should we dance?”

“Yes!”

“Whaaaa?”

“Whaaaa?”

A thumb’s up and a drink for Munira.

Kenny and Munira attempting to give the camera the sexy.

Kzar and Kenny pondering whether they should hit the hookah.

Uh, clearly Kzar wants to! Haha.

Kzar is hitting that pipe HARD.

Whisper whisper whisper.

Kzar tries to psych up his about-to-pass-out roommate by getting him to arm wrestle.

Lauren attempts to do her most gangstaness.

After dancin’ the night away, we left to get some grub.

Kenny told us he drove and we thought, “Great! Shot gun!” Alas, as we walked and walked, Kenny suddenly stopped and muttered, “Um…I’m not…quite sure where I exactly parked the car.” Doh!

Kzar looks to his Treo for answers to where the car might be located.

Cy looks to his biceps for answers to where the car might be located.

We finally found the car (it was parked just a block away) and ate in K-Town.

The End.

On Saturday afternoon , I was on the R train going from Brooklyn to Union Square.  In the subway car I was in, I noticed a trio of young Spanish tourists.  One of them was taking photographs of New Yorkers in the car.  I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but he was taking pictures in a way that was very annoying to not just myself, but everyone else in the subway car.  Finally, a kid came over from one end of the car and stood across the tourist photographer.  He then took out his camera phone and began taking photos of the tourist who sat pretending to be unaware.  I then tried to take out my camera to take a picture of the local kid taking a photo of the tourist photographer–sort of like a Western gun standoff, except instead of a gun, we have cameras.  Alas, I couldn’t get my camera out in time.

After a night of partying, there’s nothing like chilling out on a roof the next day. I spent all afternoon today on a rooftop in Brooklyn with a great view of everything from the Statue of Liberty to the Empire State Building. I took some photos, listened to some music and read a bit.

Plant.

Pat reading.

Neighbors.

Pat giving a big “fuck you” to the condo being built across the way.

Screws.

Screws 2.

Gates!

I don’t know.

Rustic red.

Rustic red 2.

Framed Manhattan.

Yay, soft focus.

Hello? Is anyone out there?

Buddy Cianci enjoying Brooklyn as well.

Buddy.

Shadows.

I saw two celebrities yesterday.

First, I saw that tap dancing dude from Showtime at the Apollo walking down Lafayette with his wife and kid.  Yea, I watch a lot of random TV.

Second, I saw Ron Perlman on Houston.

Met up with Cyrus at our usual watering hole. Man needs a new wardrobe. Haha.

Me: “Cy, what do you want? First round’s on me.”
Cyrus: “Margarita.”
Me: “Dude, I don’t think they make margaritas here.”
Cyrus: “Smirnoff Ice?”
Me: “You’re on your own.”
Cyrus: “Rum and coke?”
Me: “Okay.”

To distinguish between the “guy” and “girl” bathroom, the bar painted the gender symbols on the bathrooms. The only problem is that people couldn’t tell which signified which. So all these kids were arguing over which was the girl’s bathroom and which was the guy’s.

And then when Kzar dropped in, one of the girls trying to figure out which was the correct bathroom grabbed Kzar and said, “You look like a smart guy! Which one is the girl’s bathroom?”

A group photo gone horribly wrong. It’s like something out of a horror movie or something. Should I watch my back? Am I getting erased?

Fist of empowerment.

This is safe: exposed wall in the bar. Mmmm…asbestos.

It was a rather low key night.

So some people have amazing view from their 40th floor office in Midtown or whatever, but what I love about my office in SoHo is that I can crawl out through the windows and hang out in the balcony. This is the view:

I was walking through the alley next to my building and saw this PSA:

This is an oddly compelling video of a cat that obsessively keeps flushing a toilet over and over and over and over again.   At school, all the other cats call him crazy cat behind his back.

So I’m trolling around on Craigslist looking for apartments and came across this particular listing:

Do not sublet from SUSAN MESSER she is a thief and will

Reply to: hous-192184412@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-08-09, 7:16PM EDT

steal your deposit!!!
You have all been warned !

And if you have been scammed by her e-mail me and I will let you know more.

• no — it’s NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

Haha.  I submitted my recent celebrity sighting to Gawker Stalker.