when you gotta go.

a.c. and i just ran to my apartment from chelsea. why didn't we just pee at the bar? i don't know. i thought i was going to die, but as a good hostess, i let him go first.

i showed up at the bar with kate moss and a.c. was waiting for us outside. we all downed three room-temperature beers in a couple of minutes flat, because the open bar was shutting down shortly. (can't beat free red stripe, even if it's lukewarm, right?) had nice conversation with the two of 'em, as well as with people (my bro, tim, chrissy, v.--look for her in the new old navy commercial! she's the "obligatory ethnic girl" in a car on her way to pick cordoroys on a farm) i hadn't seen in a while. 'twas a good time.

my dinner tonight is a mini bag of smart-pop-!-orville-redenbacher-popcorn. i might eat some natural peanut butter straight out of the jar, but that remains to be seen.

oh, and the best conversation of the night? a.c. and kate moss attempting to talk me out of a career move towards the dominatrix arts.

(...and the d.j. played archers of loaf, flin flon, and pavement! too good, i tell you.)