they are really really promotiing the new will farrell movie welcome to the johnsons i call it a don't rag take a chance went to see kite runner with josh wiles. it's amazing and tear jerking. the taliban is fucking scary. after demolishing my mascara at the movies we bopped down to one of my new favorite restaurants, barrio chino on broome and orchard. i had the al pastor tacos and a habenero grapefruit margherita--which was amazing!!! josh got the guacamole. i fell in love with the place. i'm thinking that i'll host the first of my upcoming monthy downtown-bohemian-creative's pow-wow dinner party there. more on that later.. ended the night with a stop off at welcome to the johnson's. followed by a xabi and me dance off at fat baby. all and all a well rounded downtown evening.
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i haven't had the opportunity to eat taco bell in the city for just about a year now. some of you may remember the well publicized rat takeover of '07 at the kfc/tb in the village. well, that was my taco bell. now, some may scoff but i fucking LOVE me some tb. always have, always will. and aside from the creep out factor of rats and the like, i miss the convenience of one of my all time comfort meals just down the block. anyhow, long story short, yesterday i awoke with a hankering, and was thus forced to swallow my pride and hoof it over to union square for a reunion with my chicken gordita supreme [with seven packets of hot sauce]. upon return home, i was rewarded with a now cold, but just as kind of amazing as always, treat.
below is the clip of the fox news report about my now shuttered old haunt.
lady heather and i had a gals night out. featuring uncomfortable men with armbands, tales of 15 year old rebellion, a few adult priced drinks, one subterranean speakeasy, baby making debating, soft suede from mayle, boy chatter, dinner party planning, 3 stolen metal straws, one absconded rock, and giggles aplenty.
ms. clements and senor defrancesco dropped in last night bearing gifts of plenty: cobb salad and gold baubles. they are off for some jetsetting to vegas and texas and paris. we discussed a potentially stupendous voyage to tokyo in the works for march. keeping my credit card on hiatus and fingers crossed.
[given by jenny d and xabi t. a week into bedrest '08.]
i went out last night and kept referring to recent events..'last week, this', 'a coupla weeks ago, that'...and it came to my atention that in fact, said events occurred well over a month ago now. leaving me with the notion and fact that having a fever for 9 days over the course of 3 weeks is very wierd. it really is just like cutting and pasting a blank document into your life.
glad to be out of the woods and living in color again.
1.topshop unique ------------->flagship store opening on broadway in october!!!! 2.katy rodriguez ---------------->a total bitchface who fired me from resurrection for no frickin' reason after i made her gobs of money and before i could buy the vintage chanel cardigan at discount. twat. 3.alexander wang ------------------->who i have a genius foto of, in drag, as j.lo circa'04