we start off this week at the williamsburg hall of music. the presets were in town, and put on a hell of a show. the crowd was entertaining enough: there was a girl-fight, andrew was barely standing up slam-dancing, an entire drink was spilled down elisa's back, and a pearl necklace got thrown all over the floor. andrew's expression says it all.


oh, presets. i wonder how this photo would look with 3-D glasses.


jacquie had a dream about nate wearing a yellow shirt, so he tried to re-enact it. but the hair? hey, nate: let's put it down, let's everybody just put it on down.


rafi celebrated his birthday at mccarren park. here rafi is seen fighting for truth, justice, and the american gay.


so, to conclude rafi's birthday, we decided to celebrate by eating some chocolate. and MAN it was 'moldy'...if you know what i mean (have i worn out that joke, yet? no? good). this picture sums up the rest of the night: trippy.


first weekend of june, and you know what that means! bbq block party! the salt lick hooked us up, yet again. we haven't missed a block party yet. this was the fifth year. man, that manske name is really paying off, even ten years later.


i don't know what the holiday was yesterday, but there was some serious shit going on at south 8th and bedford. i want to hire this guy to dj my birthday party. can we fit that gazebo thing on yer roof, jac? the thing with lights on it spins! i want that.


this is destin + dakota. they're both lab mixes, and weigh in at a combined 160 pounds. approximately. dakota is extremely aggressive towards other dogs we may encounter, even if they're across the street. she starts lunging, growling, barking, and snapping at me and any other dogs that are in our group (so i usually walk them without anyone else). i've had a pair of shorts bitten through, and they've caused me to fall down while pulling them away from other dogs. but when not trying to kill, they're both really sweet. and they're our pets of the week.

Labels: bad hair, bbq, mold, my week, presets, superman

it's official. i'll be sticking around the LES for another couple months.
let the bbqs begin.

Labels: bbq, drinking, missing swedes, new york, roof access, starting fires

since i last posted on wednesday of last week, this is a short week. we're going to start off on thursday, when josh invited us to the parra show at reed space. parra's stuff is really cool, though the space was really hot. dirty was there too.


the new loafer. by nike.


on saturday, madison square park held the annual bar-b-q block party. the salt lick gives us the most fabulous hook-up every year, and this year was no different. now we get to the meat of the matter...


while in nyc between trips to toronto, chicago, montreal, lousiville, and los angeles, matthewlow.com took a moment while he was in town for twenty minutes to enjoy a sammich.


we were so pleased to meat, that we went back on sunday.


go on in.


now that's some drrrty sausage.


and we had a special guest star. please, no autorgaphs. and absolutely no photos. remember kids, nothing lasts forever. especially the bar-b-q. adios salt lick, until next year. thanks for the hook-up!

Labels: bbq, block party, my week