05.15.03 :: 10:03 am

Checked out a lovely apartment in Park Slope last night but the bedroom was something like 7x10, no bigger than a jail cell, and I just couldn't justify $800 a month for claustrophobia.

But it was an excuse to gather some people and drink whiskey afterwards and any evening that ends with "None of this 'love' business! Pretty soon, you're ass deep in tulle at Bridal Reflections, gagging on a lump in your throat that unmercifully isn't cancer" is alright by me!

Tonight, an art show/party and a total lunar eclipse.

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