And I Thought the Atlanta Boys Could Drink ...
I'd like to thank everyone who came out on Friday to GB:NY, which, as I understand it was a welcome home party for me, celebrating my flight from Great Britain to New York.
That was the event, wasn't it?
Saturday's unexpected "Round 2" turned out to be equally (if not more so) entertaining.
It was every bit as much fun as they have mentioned. And then some. To all those I missed, I hope to catch up with you soon.
Things I recall that I haven't read:
| I saw body parts ... turgid ones. | |
| There were going to be photos but the battery on someone's digital camera conveniently ran out of juice. | |
| There was an extremely effective lesson in appropriate vs. inappropriate groping. Apparently it's all about the underwear. | |
| There's a future in MST3000 for softcore gay porn. | |
| A whispered "Um, nobody but you two know I went home with that boy." Fast forward to "Hey everyone, want to see a picture of last night's trick?" | |
| Taking a car straight to the bar from the airport, and having the driver drop off your luggage with your doorman is a good thing | |
| Spanish boys who cry because they've just broken up with their boyfriends are apparently easily consoled by doing cartwheels on the street. | |
| Apparently, if you're lip reading, "daddy" and "nanny" are remarkably similar (go mouth the words in a mirror, it's true) | |
| "F*ck me, Fran Drescher" ... well, it's just not as hot, is it? | |
| Sharing an unexpected Live at Last moment with him. Fascinating. |
I managed to see Shrek 2 amidst the weekend's debauchery.
And now we're back at work. Oh. Joy.