[listening - beth gibbons + rustin man: out of season.]

right.

i've taken my time so far about posting about this since i struggled to remember who was where and where was what and when is why and how are you and before i knew it, i had a brief nap before telemarketing tried to subscribe me to yet another newspaper. so as i burn curry and curse at the foundation for chipping, let's go on about last night:

zanzibar was the place to be last night and turn out for the annual blogger bash was mighty impressive, as opposed to the nyc blogger monthly meetup as of late.

familiar people: the kumquat harvester rickey + gangsta bitch ursula + wonder librarian liz aka zeebah.

hosts: the 646 pimp daddy brian + gi jane camryn caryn.

then there's the wonderful new shiny people i met there (especially the ones not on the list that memory has crammed in one those locked drawers): alex and conny, the savage mike wolf, the lighted pen (by stoli!) dispensing kambri crews, the "doesn't blog when drunk" paul frankenstein, the wonderful asparagirl, msnbc's will femia, ari, bob the girl, activewear ken, eric, tom, lady crumpet, god of the machine, stephen, jimi ...okay, i'm already mixing things up.

it would have been cool to meet jason, meg, elizabeth and aaron since i usually read their blogs often, but hey, i'm easily overwhelmed by many people. nevertheless, a grand old time was had and now i have to get in touch with them.

or make sure my curry isn't really burnt. crikey...

only 1 or 2 of the photos i took turned out that well (they looked good on LCD, honest), but rickey and paul have plenty to see, including my constantly rubberfaced mug and the misshapened entity where hair meets head.

thanks for letting the non-invited in and man, i hope this turns out to be regular.

and special whatup to the drunk trooper right by the party, who spend the entire night in various stages of unconsciousness, hunched over the table with something dripping out his mouth. double whatup to the bouncer who took him outside, fetched his coat and hailed a taxi. apparently, it was the raving atheist, but i admire whoever's commitment.