"...In between the 1st and the 40th drink."

I had a pretty good weekend. On Friday I got talked into house sitting while my boss goes to New York to buy art. It would have been much easier to say yes if she had asked me to go to NY. But c'est la vie. Friday night the Player and I dropped by the Plaza with the intentions of moving on to the Arena but that didn't happen so we rented Interiors, a Woody Allen flick. I don't recommend it unless you are in the mood to see an entire cast of Woody Allen impressionists. Saturday Batonga and I went to Sakura before the "meeting." I was pretty much hammered by the time we reached the Plaza. I enjoyed watching Tori relentlessly run the tables like a seasoned pool hall hustler, game after game. Thanks to me, Chris the bartender now answers to "Precious." I had some conversations that I can't quite recall in their entirety. Let's just say, I'm pretty sure I reaffirmed (for some people) the fact that I am an asshole. I obviously made it home safe and sound. Only to find that Super Action Kevin commented on my last post that he would like to take me to a gay bar. I forgot my camera so I'll be posting random pics from holidays past. I guess I'll finish with a list. Top 5 people I totally intended to make out with Saturday night but eluded me for various reasons.

1. HemisphereDancer-that rascal left early.
2. Kenn-I was too drunk by the time he showed up.
3. Liesl-I could not have out done the pornographic kiss between her and her husband.
4. My favorite Doorman- he was home sick.
5. BeaucoupKevin- he lives in bean town.