If peeing on other people's clothes is cool...

consider me Miles Davis.

Yeah.

I peed on Felix's clothes.

Again.

Last time it was Eugene's in South Beach. Last night, Felix. Apparently.

I hope he wasn't just trying to trick me into doing his laundry before I leave.

So the day was fun. Went to the MoMa with Anne, who by the way is quite possibly the most beautiful person I have ever met. Inside AND out!



The MoMa, is awesome. Didn't have to pay admission since Vanity Fair rulessss.

Saw some really interesting exhibits, this one that really blew my mind was this series of portraits of four sisters. They were annual photographs, one for each year, for a period of like forty years from when they were in their twenties to their sixties. It was so cool to just look and observe how they aged and changed and it makes you wonder what went on in their lives. One sister looked like she might have had an eating disorder. And another looked like she had had chemo or something and her hairstyle kept changing. Anyway. Really mesmerizing.

The naked parents/babies thing was cool too.



Bumped into Meachin just walking on the street on 6th Ave. The cool thing about a walking city.

Ate the best meal ever at a little french restaurant. I had the Coq Au Vin. We had a psychotic waitress.

And then came the shitshow. The total and complete shitshow.

Splash Bar. Beer Bash. $6 for 10 beers.

Oh. My. God.

I went out with Christopher. We spent $12. I drank about 15 beers.

There was dancing. There was flirting. There was tag-team flirting. Probably one of the most fun gay-themed night of my life. ChrisYee, best wingman ever. AND he didn't vomit last night (see NYC night one).

And then I peed on Felix's clothes.