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November 18th, 2003 |
Kathy’s birthday was held at her friend’s mansion. I felt nervous the second we got there thinking what we might accidentally destroy. Fortunately, the only bad thing that happened was that Katherine fell through a plate glass window (to avoid tripping into a bonfire) and Jeremy sat on the birthday cake. Not bad for a party where there were fireworks.
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There were sparklers going off the whole time. Every second.
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Chosing a karoke song is very serious business.
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You can’t not look glamorous in the Ambassador.
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My mom had a book of cake designs that I STUDIED when I was a little kid. I hadn’t seen or thought about these bizarre Barbie ante-bellum hoop skirt cakes in 25 years. And I still really want one.
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This one’s for Chevy.
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This is a steakhouse near our house that has amazingly not been ruined (or even worn down) by time. It was mostly just full of heavy-ish old people looking for a good solid steak dinner. There were the little plastic toothpicks in the steaks telling you how they were cooked and they had Lion’s Club mints for sale.
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I thought the steaks were pretty decent.
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This is near the airport on 82nd street. Jeremy drove past it when he dropped Donna off at the airport recently and I’ve been dying to see it for weeks. Since it’s a strip club, Jeremy said they should paint a big ‘XXX’ on the side of the whiskey bottle. I don’t think the place had a name.
