Stuff My Dad E-mails Me

Claiming to be the most innovative product of the year...

Yes

Steph found this for me...

This is England

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Gogol Bordello

Typical Wednesday

Et Pour Tous

JUSTICE

Bulgarian Chicks

Alec Kopyt and Eugene Hütz at Mehanata

Alec Kopyt and Eugene Hütz performed an extremely intimate show at Bulgarian Bar last night. Eugene played DJ the rest of the night/morning...and by DJ, I mean he had an orgy in the DJ booth while playing Super Taranta! on repeat. The hundreds of sweating bodies crammed into the basement didn't seem to mind.
















Alec Kopyt and Eugene Hütz at Mehanata

Blondie

Secrets out!

Uncle Phil's Banjo

...in case you needed a visual representation of insanity.

Courtney

La Prohibida

I'm not able to share pictures from Courtney Love's show yet because they have to be pre-approved. Luckily, La Prohibida performed at Nacotheque last night and she doesn't demand her pictures to be pre-approved because she knows she looks good.







Earlier in the evening, after enjoying a bit of Menomena at South Street Seaport, I was kidnapped by a dozen Asian girls. They promptly took me to the West Village and force fed me vodka and champagne.





It was after this when we all stumbled down to Don Hill's for a a very special gigantic Friday Nacotheque.





Around 3AM, Raphael and I found it necissary to go over to Mehanata. This wee hour of the morning is usually the best time to pay a visit to the Bulgarian Bar if there's a good party, however we decided it was a better idea just to sit in the middle of the sidewalk outside. By this time, I had also deemed it necissary to wear huge glasses.





I'm planning on dying of exhaustian on the Bulgarian Bar floor next week after engaging in a debauched 48 hours of madness courtesy of some crazy old men. Speaking of Madonna, have you seen this?

Church Party

Last night was mental. More on this later. For now, enjoy a clip of The Virgins in action.

Beirut Bear

Ferry Fairies

Last night, after making a brief appearance at High Voltage and then getting a little more than tipsy at Lit, Travis Wayne, Dante, and myself decided to take a ride on the Staten Island Ferry at 3am. We were joined by some drunken sailors in town for fleet week. Unfortunately, Sex and the City lied to us and this entire fleet was full of man titties (their words, not mine). We still had fun and eventually I'll have a nicely edited video of it all. For now, enjoy these pictures.

Funny Things Said to Shey at 3am

I thought I would share some eloquent quotes from my drunken self...

"He thought we were dating, but we weren't...anyways at least he didn't like PENIS!"

"Now he's like a freakin rugby player...a bedazzled rugby player."

"He's so retarded. Please tell him I said that. No don't. ...He's going to grow up to be a pedophile. Please tell him that. No don't."

Those quotes are all about different people. I wonder if anyone other than Sarah would be able to guess who they were about. Good thing I don't have to contemplate that because Sarah's the only person who reads my blog! Good times.

Jarvis (or asdfghjkl;')

Jarvis Cocker

Really, what can be said? Jarvis Cocker is a legend and I was thrilled to see him perform just like I've always imagined. He takes top prizes in both dance moves and stage banter. He spoke about how being inside Webster Hall felt like being inside a pyramid where milk stays fresh and razor blades stay sharp which would be worthless to the ancient Egyptians who, according to Jarvis, did not shave. What that has to do with anything whatsoever, I don't really know. Click the caption for the full set of photos.

After the show was a very debauched night, indeed. Bouncing around the Lower East Side until the wee hours of the morning has become a frequent pastime. I got to meet Jarvis and briefly shower him with praise at zee Annex followed by hours of absolute ridiculousness.

After a brief slumber, I took pictures of Travis looking like Christian Bale...



and a few of us in our matchy matchy outfits...





We got up early to soak in the perfect weather with the hope it might cure our hangovers. It helped but now I'm about to collapse. I'm really only writing this because I'm in the midst of a shitload of homework which I should be getting back to....now.