Last night my muse Alice turned 17-years-old so we threw a party at our primary residence, Bonerland Ranch. We love to welcome guests into the nest where we have worked so hard to build this sham of a marriage. I've wanted a sham marriage since I was a young boy, and I finally have one! How could we not celebrate? And anyway, no one throws a party like Alice. Many can attest.
There were a few darlings who came in from out of town and many of Hartford's finest babes. We were thrilled. I had many impure thoughts.
Those who slept over woke up today with only mild hangovers. The true party animals grabbed beers from the fridge (at 10AM) before we went out for brunch today at the Half Door on Sisson. There we ordered bloody marys, which were the most pathetic I've ever tasted. I don't think I've ever felt so sorry for a cocktail, until this morning. Baby formula probably has more flavor. The eggs and hash were good though, strangely.
Katie Tay Tay and Marissa, up from New York
hey baby Matt
J baby; notice Josh permanently staring at me now when I lie in bed
the once and future Lords of Oxford Street -where the hell is Jamie Martini?
Phoebe feeling squirrely. She's moving to Miami in a week with her boyfriend, Brandon. A major loss for Hartford social life, but as we all learn, Hartford cannot sustain the kind of life we're looking for and moving on is an inevitability. Text me later. Phoebe farewell party next weekend...
Skylar with Isabelle Rancier's sexy Ice Cream Cone