We held my belated birthday party last night, at Rain West in NYC. About a dozen friends of mine came, including a couple of unexpecteds, who made up for a couple of no-shows. Thanks to all; I had a blast, mixing up people from all different parts of my life. Here are some pix.
Yer humble correspondent, in his smoking jacket.
Chin(s) music: My buddy John hasn’t realized that, after 30, we need to stop taking pictures like this one.
That’s better.
Chris, Kerstin and Sleepy Tony.
Kerstin looks pretty angry, but I bet she’s just trying to speak up loudly enough for Bryn to hear. Mark, meanwhile, looks on with heavy-lidded resignedness. Sure, I’m making up this stuff, but it certainly looks plausible.
John, Mark and Bryn, who’s traveled around the world twice in the past year or so.
Holding court.
The back of Sharon’s head. And what’s that in my hand?
This shot of me and Kerstin is less scandalous than it looks.
That’s better. And it provides a better look at what I was carrying all evening. Yes, I’m now the proud owner of my very own Pimp Cup. YYYYYYYEAH!
As Mickey Rourke sez in Barfly, “to all my friennnnnnnds“.