Stayed in bed until after 10. How unlike me. Felt like shit as a result. Too much sleep often leaves me feeling as bad as not enough. Resulted in a kind of a nothing day. Worked out, determined the camera suction-mount I got last week sucks and needs to go back, then piddled around doing a whole lot of nothing until it was time to head over to Matt and Miguel’s for their anti-Pink Party. The actual Pink Party taking place a couple of blocks from their place being this bacchanalian street fest with way too many sloppy people. Been there, done it. No need to repeat. Hung out with friends Eddie and Brenden, among others. The gathering collectively swooned over a gorgeous French intern named Guillaume. Like a bunch of school girls. He’s all of 23 though—no touching. He did take Eddie’s number so maybe he’ll put in another appearance.
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