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Last weekend my friends Bazooka Joe, Pete, Becky and Menno came from exotic locales such as Las Vegas, Reno, Seattle and Amsterdam in order to tear shit up in NYC with me.

They DJed a night of garage rock in the tiki bar below Niagra (I know, I didn't know there was one either) and Jen and I giggled at boys dressed like Elvis enthusiastically bouncing up and down.

I happily let them decide where to go most of the weekend and ended up hanging around Mod places and rock and roll housewarmings that I would never have drifted into on my own.

More stories forthcoming but this is important: fucking keep your purse under your ass at the Odessa restaurant! Mine almost got dragged out of the place, looped around Sketchy Punk #12's ankle (totally on purpose). Lucky for me this lady selling bootleg CDs tapped me on the back...

Some Girls

So this housewarming I got taken to, in Williamsburg -- we walk in and the two girls have decorated the whole place in leopard print. Like, shower curtain, both bedspreads, even the Kleenex for heaven's sake. And then punk posters.

And, no offense to all the ladies I love who have the Bettie Page 'do, but they both totally had it, one in black and the other in red. One was wearing a kilt and the other, a striped mini and creepers.

I looked around and was like "Jeez, aren't you allowed to pick out anything different in this aesthetic? What's with the ultra-conformity?"

The short girl was real lame (although Joe and her hooked up, and he swears he's in LUV and they're getting married.) The other girl seemed bright enough but weirdly hostile. What's with fawning over the cute guys at your party, but being totally rude to their friend they brought just because she is also a girl? Welcome to seventh grade, kids. Oh, excuse me, your insecurity is showing.

Menno's girl Becky and I got along great although she didn't want to share him with all his crazy friends. In Beauty Bar this huge creepy drag queen totally snubbed her and dragged Menno into the bathroom to do coke (but the bouncer kicked them out before they could). I wanted to punch him. He was so busted.

p.s. sarabee & mittenstein -- I think it was fated for us not to meet this time. Not only were my hands full of visitors, I also couldn't get your number from my phone all night. Next time, for sure, please to be calling, ok?

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I don't know why I just made 3 separate posts. There keeps being more to say.

I just came from Peter Luger's, where I consumed a large Luger-burger and 1/4th of a very hot fudge sundae. Also, my companions and I were photographed for tomorrow's Daily News "Life" section.

I have to go shower and ready myself for dinner at this guy and his boyfriend's house in Park Slope. I've seen him once or twice since we went to gay film studies camp together when we were 16. All true.