yes, yes: i am aware that i didn’t update over the weekend. spank me, i’ve been bad.

saturday was rather epic in the scale of its debauchery. after the usual quake-and-distinct-lack-of-working at the office during the afternoon, spencer and i headed to the party laith was having because meg/shefell was in town for the weekend. laith’s apartment, let me just say right now, is to die for - it’s only a couple of blocks from where i used to live in union square, which is a gorgeous neighborhood. it’s a huge space, with this little lofty-upstairs area and one wall is completely taken up by a window overlooking this cool church on broadway. it must be horrifically expensive, but i’m terribly envious.

so meg was there, yay, as well as naomi and dino and a bunch of other people i know from when i used to go to nycgoth. we all [well, not spencer] got rather drunk just in time to head over to batcave. i was rather stompy and rivet, for a change, since i usually tend towards long swishy skirts - saturday i had these big clompy boots, blue tights over black fishnets, a black kilty-schoolgirly-type skirt, a black fishnet shirt under an einstürzende neubauten shirt, and my hair in braided pigtails with blue streaks and goggles. spencer took a polaroid that i forgot to bring with me today but i’ll get it scanned tomorrow, maybe.

batcave was fun, rather surprisingly since i usually don’t like it that much. meg and i got even drunker [woo, intoxication], and i also ran into sean for the first time in ages. and james was there, in an i heart linux shirt [how fucking awesome is that?], so that was wicked cool. he was also armed with lollipops and penguin mints: james is, quite obviously, da man. when the club closed around 4:30, a bunch of us headed over to yaffa for breakfast, and by the time i got home it was well after seven am on sunday morning and disgustingly bright out. i slept most of the day and did a little cleaning of my apartment when i woke up [emphasis on the little]. talked to tycho and james and hep and all those crazy kids, then spencer came over to crash as he’s kind of a refugee from his place right now.

rowr. i am sleepy.