last night was kinda-- oh wait.� sorry.� the time flies like so many cannonballs in 1812.� last night i didn't do anything because sarah and i spent all day sitting around her house listening to records, watching cartoons on the internet and getting scratched up by the cats.� when i finally went home, it was way too late and i was way too tired to get dressed up to go back out.

the day before, we went to moma, and that was cool.� even though i decided that i think lewis carroll was a pretty sucky photographer.� also, the yoko ono exhibit was execrable and it kind of pissed me off.� i found it really hysterical that they have hung a smattering of nice raymond pettibon drawings in another room, including one that's captioned: "i would've shot lennon, if chapman hadn't gotten him."� they've got really good willem de kooning and robert rauschenberg exhibits right now, too.� it took us forever to get back out for our thursday night dance club noize.� but once we got over to the cat club, things were pretty crunk.� we danced a lot.� at the end, she lost her wallet and we spent a half hour looking for it.� i found it on the floor, and that was sort of amazing because i was drunk, it was dark, and there were a million people in the club.� then of course, we had an argument.� but we danced some more after that.� then over to the arrow bar, which was basically arrow, which basically means that it's not bad, but also not great.� at closing time, she suddenly believed her sweater was missing, so i went up the street to my car, to fetch the sweater and prove that it wasn't lost.� but when i came back, she and our pals were gone.

i found out that everyone had gone to a house above a burger king, so i went by and acted like a moody fucker for a while.� smoking while dangling my legs out of a third story window.� then it was kinda weird, because of stuff.� getting ditched kinda makes anyone a little bit emo i guess.� first argument + awkward silence in a long time... so i guess we're batting 0.950 instead of 1.000, as far as the summer of crunk is concerned.� then we did some late night banking, late night snacking, and took THE longest drive through napa and sonoma counties at sunrise.� it was really pleasant and sedate, though.

today laura and brian are getting married.� i should get dressed and go soon.� i wish i had my wide black tie, but i let sarah borrow it, and she ended up saying "hmm i think i'll keep this," since i lost her lace headscarf thing while traipsing around the 'hood.� oh well.� i'm holding a "look sharp" button and an "i heart ny/i wish you'd come to see me in brooklyn" t-shirt hostage for a while.� and she does look good in a white shirt & black tie, even if i had to tie the tie for her.� sometimes i am just completely bewildered, that i have a close friend who is so pretty, dresses and dances so well, is so fun to hang out with, and never complains about my hijinks unless it's dangerous.

i swear, i am suddenly getting search engine hits from people looking for "crooked penis."