Miss Alie Ward hits the street for the city's most intriguing means of recreation, including (but not limited to) roller discos, zombie walks, art openings, beer pong tourneys, science lectures, urban tractor pulls, and literary salons...Then she tells you how awesome it was.
Oh. Em. Gee.
People, I hope you got your nap on, because to tonight I sense madness.
Saturday:
1. Modular pool party at the Standard on Sunset
2. Lab 101 opening with Albert Ryes
3. NewHigh gallery in Chinatown has an opening! (I'm so there.)
Then Sunday, Buffmonster is having a toy signing.
See you our there, peeps! We'll high five.
Most excitedly,
Miss Alie Ward
Professional Leisurist
Guess which finger!
Two people, one party. Two wildly disparate reactions.
Case in point: the lovely Scott T Sterling and I headed separately to the BPM party last night. He got there early, hit the open bar, and proceeded to get retarded in the best possible way . He's in the DJ booth, rubbing bony elbows with Paris Hilton, texting that Ron Jeremy had just arrived.
I myself had donned a lame-ass outfit (skirt: Ross, 1999), and met loyal comrade Gemini downstairs with a sour-faced frown. I shuffled heavily all four blocks to the Avalon, and gave the bouncer an eye roll when he made me wait in a cattle line for 3 minutes. Sure, he was a d-bag, but what bitchy demon from Medieval lore had possessed me?
By the time we arrived, there was nothing even close to an open bar. BPM would have won me over with free lukewarm shots of Gilby's gin at that point. Or this .
But I learned two valuable lessons last night:
1. Sometimes, even Professional Leisurists need a nap before heading out.
2. Always bring a flask.
I'll abide by these edicts, and see you out, transformed, tonight.