this was a lovely, lovely, long-feeling weekend. on friday i went up to my "old stomping grounds" for a WBAR barbeque where my friends Aa were playing. most of the music before they went on was totally uninspired and i was very proud of them for getting the crowd out of its boredom-induced slumber.
aron and mike.
nadav on drums and john on various implements of noise-making destruction. john looks very cute when performing and nothing at all like a monkey.
a little bit of everybody and sean in the background.
japanther played right after them.
and then we happily left the upper upper west and went to gstaad to hear my friends leo and stephen spin. it was brand-new and fancy, and we saw, that's right, SUMMER FROM THE OC!
ok, not really. but this girl looked so much like summer that we stalked her and did that thing where you get your friends to pretend like they're posing for a picture and then you secretly take a picture of the person behind them. here's the closeup.
saturday was traumarama monica's birthday at local 138. no one invited paris hilton but she came anyway.
i licked phil.
then i took the gayest picture of john martin ever.
after which he made me take a series of manly shots to make up for it, including this one:
i got home at 4:30am and then dragged my ass out of bed at 6 (!) to drive to DC for the march for women's choice. it was amazing and we felt all political. there were tons of famous people and movement leaders everywhere, and families with three generations of women marching altogether. not to mention super-old grizzled ladies who marched the first time around (so hardcore). susan sarandon turned out to be a really good speaker, and so did camryn manheim. anthony romero, the leader of the ACLU, gave an incredibly sincere, passionate speech about defending our civil liberties, after which we agreed that the US would be a lot better off if he ran for president.
none of my pictures do justice to how massive the crowd was.
this poor soul's fashion sense was so misguided that we wished we took do's and don't pictures for vice. but vice would never hire my ass so we had to settle for doing the sneaky "take a picture of your friend but actually take one of the person behind them" ruse again. this photo makes me laugh every time i look at it. i want to put this guy on a leash and make him go everywhere with me.
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