Teebags! / US Open

Everyone's favorite Thai princess has been visiting and staying with me for the past week.

In addition to sitting on the couch marathoning The Millionaire Matchmaker, we have been eating a lot...





And one of my headshot clients hooked us up with some free tickets to see Catch Me If You Can before it closes for good next week so we went to see that...





The show is highly entertaining, though not all that memorable. And the dancing is good, but nowhere near as amazing as in How To Succeed...

And then Tee got us tickets to the 1st round of the US Open.

I'd never been before, so I was excited to check it out.




We got great almost-courtside seats at the James Blake match...



I miss when Jimmy had all that hair.



He's still quite swoonerriffic though.






We caught a beautiful sunset from the stadium while eating chicken fingers...



And then we went into the main stadium where we had not-as-great seats for the Rafa match.



We were reaaaally high up.



But thank god for the signature vodka drink, The Honey Deuce, which kept us happy.





Alexander Skarsgard was there... they showed a shot of him up on the Jumbotron and the place went nuts.



Even Nadal himself looked a lil starstruck.




And of course the crowd went nutso everytime Rafa changed clothes.




Have you seen his Armani ads???



Oh and then we caught the beginning of the Serena match. But it wasn't even a challenge as she tore her 18-year-old opponent to shreds.




I did, however, win a free ice cream bar when they threw them into the stands! Highlight of my evening.



Love the US Open!

Hurricane

I fled the city because of the Hurricane not because I was worried about my building falling down or anything...but because of the flooding that was supposed to occur. I didn't want my car to get hurt since I leave it on the street.

So I drove up to Connecticut to hide out at the Gastlers.

On my way I stopped at McDonalds at one of those rest areas on the freeway. (This was on Saturday morning, the hurricane was supposed to arrive late Saturday night/Sunday morning.)

Normally these places are annoyingly packed. On Saturday it was deserted.




The Gastlers live right by Mohegan Sun, so I went there to kill some time and play poker.

Mohegan Sun is 20 times more beautiful than Foxwoods and I'm coming here from now on.

It looks like a Vegas casino!






The morning of the hurricane we got a ton of wind and water. But you couldn't really tell any of this at the Gastlers where we enjoyed home cooked delicious food, movies, reading, and several games of bananagrams.




The power was out throughout Connecticut, but their house has three generators so we barely even noticed.

Outside, things were blowing all over the place though. Mostly leaves and branches.





And a few bodies here and there, whatevs.




By the late afternoon things had settled down and we were able to go outside and survey the damage.




No major damage, I was both relieved and disappointed.




When I got home, most New Yorkers seemed irate that the media had "overhyped" the hurricane and that everyone had been over-prepared.

Only in NYC would people actually be irritated that a hurricane ended up being a relative non-event instead of leaving a trail of death and destruction in its wake.

Best. Roommate. Ever.

Tee just arrived in NYC from Thailand and showed me this.

http://sfbay.craigslist.org/sfc/sha/2549849730.html

Ashton also just twittered it as well, so it's blowing up.

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$1000 Best. Roommate. Ever.

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Anyway, so I landed this job with a marketing firm in San Francisco, and I have no fucking clue where to live. Honestly, I'm moving there in 3 weeks, so I don't give a shit if I have to sleep in your bathtub.

A bit about me: I'm respectful, quiet, clean and I won't bother any of your shit. If you leave shit out, I'm just like, "Oh fuck I better not mess with this shit, because it's not mine." I turn off lights. I clean toilets. Fuck it. I'll even cook for you. That's right! My dad is a chef and taught me everything there is to know about cooking southern cajun cuisine. I'll fry green tomatoes, cover them with marinated crab meat and smother that shit in bearnaise. EVERY. GODDAMN. NIGHT. Don't eat meat? That's fucking FANTASTIC! I'll make a zucchini and yellow squash carpaccio that will knock your fucking socks off.

I also read a lot. I fucking LOVE books. Vonnegut, Palahniuk, Hawthorne. All that shit. I read Tuesdays with Morrie the other day. It's a sad story, but I learned something about life, love, knowledge and the pursuit of something greater than myself. Fucking smart. Do you like movies? I fucking love them. We can watch the shit out of some movies together if you like, or go get drinks, or work out, hike, play video games or play a game of one-on-one basketball, or I don't have to talk to you at all. It's completely UP TO YOU!

Sometimes I play guitar. Are you going to love getting baked and listening to Bob Dylan and Pink Floyd? LIVE? WHENEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT? Of course you are! I'll take requests and learn any song you like, because I have the voice of an angel and the acoustical stylings of James Fucking Taylor. AWWWWWW SHIT YEA!

A lot of people ask me, "Hey, you're from Alabama. Are you racist?" And, the answer to that question is, no. I'm not racist or judgmental at all. I love everyone. I'm a secular humanist. I FUCKING LOVE PEOPLE. That's the only requirement to being a secular humanist actually. You have to like other human beings and want to help them for no other reason than they are human regardless of race, religion or sexual preference. WTF?!!!? Pretty fucking cool right?

I own almost nothing! I'm driving my car from Alabama to California in which I'll be transporting two duffelbags of clothes, one laptop computer, one guitar, one cell-phone with charger, 8 pairs of shoes, one picture frame, probably some condoms and a shitload of beef jerky and Pringles for the trip. Though, you can expect the jerky to be gone upon my arrival. Unless you'd like me to pick up some on my way into the city. See?! I'm the most considerate person you've ever met. I'm offering to buy you shit already!

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Earthquake dream

We had an earthquake yesterday.

Well actually Virginia had an earthquake, but the eastern seaboard sits on a single giant tectonic plate apparently, so we felt some of it.

Anyway, my immediate instinct** was to run upstairs to my roof. Is that crazy? I figured if my building collapsed... my chances of survival would be better off riding the building down leaping from concrete slab to concrete slab surfer-style and crushing everyone beneath me rather than trying to run down nine flights of stairs (or risking the elevator) and being crushed from above... of course this all happens in a fantasy world where I'm NOT the most clumsy uncoordinated person alive.

But anyway. My building didn't collapse. I don't think a single building anywhere collapsed. Some pieces fell off the National Cathedral in Washington...I think that's about it.

But anyway. I had an earthquake dream last night. And everything happened almost the same way it happened during the day. I was sitting on my couch retouching pictures when everything started wiggling. At first I thought it was the neighbors having sex or a wiggle party or something. But then I was like...oh my god it's an earthquake. But then I started hearing people laughing and cheering. And so I walked into the hall and opened the door of the neighbor's apartment. And they were having a wiggle party! Like literally there were 60 people in the room, lying down, sitting in chairs, standing...all wiggling in place.

It was weird.

**actually my immediate instinct was to update my facebook status.

Molly & John's Wedding / NY Times!!!

So I've been in RI the past few days to photograph my friends Molly and John's wedding.



The wedding was last night, and this morning their photo (my photo) and wedding announcement appeared in the fabled NY Times Style Section, front top and center! Woohoo!!!



It's supposed to be really hard to get in there I think, right?

I suppose it helps if your dad is the beloved former head of the United States Golf Association...

Plus of course they are gorgeous...

Here's the link!

http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/21/fashion/weddings/mary-fay-john-urquhart-iii-weddings.html

They did some weird color-tweak to it that looks strange in their online version, but whatever.

Really happy to have gotten a photo credit. Anyway...the wedding was amazing.











































Katie was dancefloor MVP and was so sweat-drenched that she had to towel off with a pile of napkins.






Mr. Fay is the coolest guy ever.



When Pink's "Raise Your Glass" came on. He ran onto the dancefloor yelling, "I LOVE PINK!!!!!" And knew every single word to the song. Amazing.