jamie's post says it all: "the asian uma thurman has returned"


"is the back the new front?" asketh margot. in this pic i'm mid-chastizing alex across the kitchen ("aleeeex!").


this pic freaks me out because i think there was only one camera taking a photo and yet philana and i are both looking elsewhere, in opposite directions.


alex was saying something gross, i think. check out the endearing look on mike's face! i later poured 11 shots of watermelon vodka in dixie cups, and it felt like an eternity.

more pics at jamie's.


nob hill/union square is the new mission. it is. we went to lucid, which seemed cool last time we went, but this time, the whole lower floor smelled like barf. after a jaegerbomb or two and much of alex's complaining "what are we doing here?!?" the 15 or so of us stumbled over to tunnel top...where i don't think anyone remembers what happened. we stayed until after last call, and then walked up sutter, where emily thought she had parked four blocks away, but she had really just parked across the street. it was one of those nights.