Tom's off to Funkytown

Finally, someone threw a decent house party that remained un-dull and hilarious from start to finish. It was graciously hosted by the Lords of Oxford Street at their West End estate. The occasion was to bid farewell to Thomas Camel who is packing up and shipping off to San Francisco to go to art school. Like, everyone came out to say goodbye, including a sizable pack of strangers. I guess we all just wanted to have one last night of partying near Thomas, and surely he will be missed.

First, I went out to a bar in Farmington to hang out with KNS, and Brian F., Phoebe, Diana, and Anthony were there also... I couldn't stay long, but I stayed long enough to watch this year's only openly gay male Olympic athlete, Australian Matthew Mitcham win a gold medal in diving. He's the little charmer that always frantically double waves "hello" to the camera when he's exiting the pool.

KNS

FUNKYTOWN AT OXFORD MANSE:

Lords Phil and J

Amy Fuck

none of my pictures were that great and I can't explain why...

heartthrob Adam

hi Benn

LJ

HI KEVIN!!

babecouch

art lovers Jillian and Marianne

Katie Tay-Tay

Matthew being doted on

bye Thomas.

yours truly

long lost Ross, romance rekindled

this was an accident

accident

clearly all this working out is paying off

pretending

typically Brian shows up at 1am and then lets himself be photographed like this

OLYMPIC UPDATE: Thomas Finchum is a precious gay baby

Brian and I were discussing yesterday just how sexy and gay the Olympics are this year. I'm not even that fond of Olympic Games, conceptually. It's a bunch of political science fiction to watch nations in friendly competition. Yeah right... Not to mention, NBC makes me puke with all of the moral pedagogy and Disney-style inspirationalism about personal strength, perseverance and the romance of individuality overcoming adverse anonymity.

Last night, Brian and I didn't have anything substantive to say, really; the conversation just kept going around and around about how sexy certain athletes were, and how gay they all seem. There was a lot of talk about how pretty and gay Cullen Jones is and about how ugly Michael Phelps is, despite his unbelievable talent and accomplishments. Now that Phelps is finished competing, do you think he just parties a lot in the Olympic Hotel? You know there has got to be a lot of sexy nighttime behavior going down in those sick hotel suites.

ANYWAY- With nothing to do last night, Matt, Phil and I walked to Tisane to get a drink and watch the men's platform diving. As soon as American diver Thomas Finchum came on TV I announced that he was adorable and gay. Everyone agreed that he has unmistakable, irrefutable gayface. There was an article in the Courant a couple of days ago reporting a study that claims that "gaydar" and "gayface" are real and accurately help people rapidly determine others' sexual orientation on sight alone. Vindicated therefore, I feel comfortable announcing that Thomas Finchum, based on appearance and mannerism, is most likely a closeted teenage homo. I'm so proud to be an American.

Thomas Finchum

In related news, if you happen to see Italian Vanity Fair, BUY IT. There's an outrageously sexy story about Italian Olympic track and field star, Andrew Howe. You know what I mean, the Olympics have gotten unbearably sexy:



*** addendum- 3pm 8/23/08 ***

Since Thomas Finchum's publicist has probably been busy all morning googling "Thomas+Finchum+gay" so he can sue every guilty blogger for libel, I just want to say that Thomas Finchum is adorable. I don't know him personally. All I mean to say is, Thomas, we're all ready and delighted to accept you for who you are with open arms, whenever you're ready you precious, precious thing.

40-Love

Last night Al and I went down to New Haven to watch the tennis matches at Pilot Pen. We went with Kevin Van Aelst and Kim Mikenis, who scored the free tickets. It was a dreamy evening for tennis. It's so nice to be wealthy. I guess I expected a much waspier crowd, but the crowd was only a smidge waspy. But you could totally tell that everyone there was from Fairfield or thereabouts.

I guess it was kind of perfect because I reread Salinger's Franny and Zooey yesterday, poolside, and Franny spends the first half of the book bitching about the Yale Bowl and Ivy League types in general. Rather than bitch, we just tried to be inconspicuous and act privileged. We clearly got away with it. Too make sure, Alice and I renamed ourselves Hutch and Olivia Dexter and Kevin and Kim were Blanche and Judy.

Bartosz

Blanche, Judy and Olivia

I can't remember any of the players' names or be bothered to look them up.

so dramatic...

All for You

It was cold last night! We went to Sully's. I saw Jenah Doucette from the last season of America's Next Top Model, but she ran away and sat in the corner after we chatted at the bar before I could take her picture. We've met before and she's a total party animal, but shucks, not last night. Nothing else eventful happened, I don't think. Tons of babes came over afterwards, but I passed out in my bed from fear of catching a hangover today.

Also, I am obsessed with Judee Sill as of two days ago. Jesus was a crossmaker!

Marshall brought this luxurious leather throw and invited babes to join him on it. We had a nice conversation on it, after Gabi and he were done.

this is my Janet Jackson outfit, furnished in part by Alice if your nasty

Thomas is semi-bummed because he's leaving everybody for San Francisco. He's having a farewell party on Saturday at Oxford Manse.