and suddenly it's xmas.

michael throws the best parties.

he makes me want to be a better lady.

a real lady that is.

after all, i at least have the lady parts.

ye gay ol' time!

time for holiday parties! tis the season for all my more fashionable friends to host fabulous parties!
the upside to living in new york, is all my fabulous friends!

and by the by, i object to the term fag-hag. :p

i like this lady's idea.

February 13, 1888. Mother of photographer Wallace G. Levison sitting in a special ice-skating chair as a young boy skates near her on the Prospect Park Skating Lake.

and above 

1942. Two US sailors skating on the ice rink at Rockefeller Center 

my Lifetime original movie.

this morning i was woken at 5am by the sweet nothings of hail slamming into my window and freezing cold air streaming through. it took me a second to decide if i was indeed being snowed on from inside the house--in fact, the hail was bouncing off the pain and splattering my face. awesome. :P

 while this morning was an emo video waiting to happen, this evening was the prologue to a tv movie. i love aaron and john to death, but together we're a screenshot from We or Oxygen, not HBO :)
the dj wafted soft rock carols through the rooms, the waiters floated with requisite crabcakes and mini quiches , while the open bar was run by a peculiarly "santas-elfish" man- tiny and squash faced.
the Tavern on the Green is right on central park, outrageously opulent, mirrored walls, chandeliers, and candelabras. our party looked out over the garden. i feigned business with the photographer and the santa in my fancy short dress and heels (my sneakers hidden in the coat check).

but work finished, my reservation was still for 1. and after the car came and picked the boys up, i took the subway home alone.

cue music, go to first commercial.