went to gatecrasher last week in london. smart thinking on my part - didn’t go out on friday night before so that i would actually make the 9:30 am iberia flight. got to town and went over to “my hotel” to drop off my stuff. ornella ran in for 2 seconds with a bunch of pronto prontos and then off again. arlie came over to meet up with me for a little bit of our saturday traditional yo sushi conveyor belt sushi meal. then off to harrods to exchange her new bvgari ring and for me to buy a little tiffany bracelet for fi-fi’s bday gift. another thing that spain is missing is a little bit o tiffany. nothing says lovin’ like a gift with a little blue bag and white bow…

spent enough to constitute my free luxury bathroom break at harrods. and then off again to the hotel to meet up with dimitri. had a driver waiting for us there with a nice new benzo to wisk us away to lovely and exotic birmingham (or the fields outside of it).

the cosmic one and the porn queen

hotel and mona met up with us. headed off to the festival. i have to say that i am not a big fan of festivals - especially those involving our brit cousins that tend to like a lot of techno and e’s. but it was nice seeing everyone. cosmo happened to be there with king ad rock so we drank a nice little cranberry and vodka (thank god!) and ate some garlic olives in the vip lounge. basically ended up spending my evening consuming large amounts of cape cods and sausages.

dimitri, oli, louie

the los amigos guys were really great, louie and kenny were also playing, along with the ever sweaty francois k.

went back to the hotel and passed out. got up and ate some gross greasy english breakfast. there is something truly wrong with boiled tomatoes and baked beans. ugh.

went to stay at arlies and finally broke her down to get her to go to indian curry. yummy. ate like a pig and passed out on the couch while watching west wing. arlie’s couch is like my second home. gotta love it.