Went into the city last night for my friend Elayne’s birthday get-together. Her birthday was last month, actually, but she and her co-worker James decided to delay their festivities till the semester was over.
So we met at the Telephone Bar, where we had a room sorta reserved to hang out, drink, nosh, and gallivant. But first, I got a long-overdue haircut. I needed to get it cut for about two months, but kept getting delayed and then lazy. Eventually, I started looking like a big angry Q-tip, so I hit the Jean-Claude Biguine on E. 23rd and had a large, swarthy French-speaking guy “style” me. The final result was great. I felt like I was the best-looking straight guy at the party that evening. Not that anyone else believed it.
Anyway, here are some pix, which is all you’re really in this for. I can tell:
Some people talked.
Others sat in a comfyish corner.
Renowned author Samuel R. Delany put in an appearance! Even though Elayne asked me to bring my camera, she seems terrified that I’m taking this pic.
That’s better.
Both guests/hosts of honor! Belated happy birthdays abound!
I had a little too much gin last night, so I’m a bit run down today. I’m also working on a really writing-heavy issue of the magazine (as opposed to the issues where I get in a lot of contributed articles), so I’m outta words right now. I’m gonna go catch Game 1 of the NBA Finals. If I get a chance this weekend, I’ll write up the Mad Mix that I made for Elayne’s birthday gift.