put it in you

Picture this: KM and JBD on a rooftop-with-Chrysler-Building-view, with six others (including male BFFs Josh and Porkchop), engaging in a doo-wop version of "Give it Away" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers -- complete with a push-up interlude.

All of this after many, many beers at 2:00 AM.

All of this after a busted pinata provided the party with Hershey's Kisses, condoms, and joints.

All of this after I just about fell off the roof, immediately following telling Porkchop that I was "totally not drunk!"

All of this after some papaya salad in Greenpoint.

All of this after a cookout in Prospect Park, where we drank Tecate, ate Newman's ginger molasses cookies, and I was accused of having no original "Lost" theories (which is true).

Wow.

Good, good, good times at the Cinco de Mayo loft party.

This morning, we hit up a screening for the Tribeca Film Festival.



The minister was present and turned the post-screening Q&A into an uncomfortable (well, for us, anyway) quest to save our souls. Many of the kids to whom he preaches were in the audience and at one point, they started clapping rhythmically and in unison.

It was creepy.

We left soon thereafter, lest we be brainwashed by someone I saw as a fraud.

(I've never seen more crocodile tears in my life.)