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8.20.2007

my week. *8/19/1980 edition* 

for the past week at casa manske there have been five people, one dog, and only two beds. here are two of the visiting residents at my little 'roof' party last tuesdee.


this week is mostly going to revolve around nate, seeing that his birthday was yesterday. he recently got a new job at an agency called berlin, and he's just happy to be'er.


i went for a walk after the party, and took a pic of my favorite model, the williamsburg bridge. she's pretty at night.


on thursday night, we went to a surf bar in wburg, and i had a whole bunch of sex on the beach. i wouldn't normally order one, but it was the closest thing they had to vodka/diet coke. i don't think i have ever ordered one of those before, and i probably won't ever again. but it wasn't too bad, actually. reed suggested that i justify ordering one by saying it was for my girlfriend, and then slam it when she never shows up, "oh well, guess she ain't coming, and i can't very well let this perfectly fine drink go to waste." then i told reed, "or i could just pretend that i'm gay." and reed agreed that would be easier. where am i going with this overly long explanation? dunno. i guess i'm just trying to explain why i would order a sex on the beach. anyway, on to the next photo...


yes yes yes, to the next photo indeed. we get to saturday, where i got hype for the friction party at the mercury. more cowbell! more tambourine! and keyboard! this girl played for the band 'office'. if the band was a C overall, she bumped them up to an A. easily. she is the hottest cowbeller, tambourinier, keyboardist i've ever seen. moreso than the chick from earlimart. i drunkenly hit on her at the after party at home sweet hoome, but they were heading back to chicago. oh well.


on sunday, rainy sunday, i woke up with a black eye, two very painful bite marks, an abrasion on my throat from attempted strangulation (that looks like the biggest hickey ever), various bruises on my back and arms, and a hangover. so what's the best cure for all that? well, aside from a steak on the eye, lots of exedrin, and a mental note-to-self to try even harder to avoid psycho ex-girlfriends: a 'ghostland observatory' show! the gang was all here for austin's rockingest sons, and the surprise special guest, 'spank rock'. hey guys, remember the last time we saw a concert at mccarren pool? this was it. and what a hell of a collection of summer shows it was. thanks for a great summer, mc pool. you'll be missed. all-you-can-drink brunch, free concert at the pool, then to clem's for 'patriots'. i could've gotten used to that. but could've done without the monday hangovers...


bklyn. yo.


and without further ado. the man of the hour. thwip.


it was nate's birthday party, so of course there was hot spidey-on-spidey action.


meet rafi, nate's best friend from texas, and another of our current guests. rafi is in no way bald, or even balding, but this photo makes it look like he is. happy birthday, nate! sorry you had to work through most of it, but if today's hangover is any indication, i think it worked out in the end.

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