gavlivia's wedding

i was itching to go upstate. my favorite couple in the world was getting married . perfect timing! chris, double d, david morrow, drunk kim and i hopped into a rental (bmw, thank you) and headed to new paltz!

after getting lost for about an hour, we finally ended up at our weird ass hotel where weird ass kim got all weird on us.

the chapel was cute and reminded us of the Strangers (is tamara home?)

Carolina Herrera.. I'm sorry.. (and gav's in prada!!)

you can't tell but I made a funny joke. that's why they are all laughing.

but the funniest thing was when this girl's car fell in a ditch.

obviously, it stayed with me for a while.

omg, did you see the baby that i stole?

the reception was in a decked-out barn... how cool is that??

best photographer ever.

speaking of barn, i think my barn door was open?

double d was my date although he was all up some other boy's kool aid .

i don't blame him.


gav has a twin brother. no lie.

dinner? what? it was all about the cupcakes.

hey look! it's morgan spurlock from supersize me !

it was all about goodtimes (sure, it happens outside of eastern bloc). congratulations ! i love you both gavlivia!

Why cant you be more midwestern?

My first trip to the midwest (i don't count chicago) actually wasn't that bad... first of all, i had to cover the opening of the W Minneapolis, so I was only there two nights. secondly, the event really fucked me up, so i never left the hotel!

Molly Sims was all up in my kool aid (or vice versa). this dude totally wanted in.

You can't tell but that fat guy behind me is pointing to the bar, NOT molly sims.

how henri cartier bresson of me

i have to admit it: they went all out for this event, especially with imprisoning these poor cabaretish dancers.

i don't remember why i took a picture of these midwesterners dancing, but here's a photo of midwesterners dancing.

this was the crew that cleared out my mini bar in my hotel suite after party... they're so fucking lucky they are total babes.

4 am. no lie. i think.

breaking the rules at goodtimes

last week's goodtimes had everyone breaking the rules. Listen, if you're going to roll with the high rollers, don't roll in with rule breaking. We'll do just fine goodtimes style otherwise!


Rule 1: Don't stand at that specific spot... it's not a good place to stand in the bar. No reason, just don't do it.

Rule 2: If you're going to wear sunglasses in a bar, make sure you're hot.

Rule 3: Like this guy on the left. He can rock the sunglasses.

Rule 4: If you're both going to wear black-rim glasses, at least throw up a peace sign.

Rule 5: No laughing at the bar. See, the gay dude has got it down.

Rule 6: Get the fuck outta the dj booth or i'll play billy joel.

rule 7: lift your glasses higher so we know you're drinking.

rule 8: get the fuck outta the dj booth or i'll kill you.
rule 9: don't fucking look at me.

rule 10: don't block my view of the bar, like justin bond of kiki and herb is doing here.

rule 11: if you're gonna do this, might as well go all the way.

had a blast . smack smack, see you this wednesday ! love love ! smack smack ! yum yum! fun !

cruising pickle day in the lower east side

it wasn't my idea. i get the phone call from joshua and jason, telling me that hot boys have invaded my street. so they obviously wanted to cruise. what's new.



the cruisers.


closer to monet.

hi!

you fucking wish.


straight to my bed, fool.



any day.


too easy. hand, platter.

burgler in the building

so i hear a noise at 630 am and its my upstairs neighbor roni screaming "what the fuck are you doing here? do you live here?" response : "I'm looking for my friend" roni: "get the fuck out of here". so i look out my window and there's this random white dude, who looks like he just got out of some stupid white club, racing down our fire escape and sprinting down orchard, i have never seen a white boy run so fast, as if he was in harlem.
oh, you remember, roni, my hot straight upstairs neighbor, right?

anyway, police was involved, roni gets the in the car looking for this fucker.

to no avail. well, he did get to ride with some hot cops (obs, see below) but the best line of the day: "that's the first time i've been in a cop car without handcuffs on."

birthdays, drama and jetlag: goodtimes goes b a n a n a s

well it didn't help that i arrived at 4 pm from switzerland and josh was away in croatia. so by the time it was 10 pm when i started, it was 4 in the morning for me. maybe dirk (bartender's bf) all in leather behind me (a poster i picked up in zurich) gave me the extra boost. maybe not, actually.

i have no idea who these boys are, but i think they had the longest legs of the night.

thanks ben for filling in while i took a power nap in the corner!

simon made a cameo even though school was in full effect.

it was my good friend david's birthday! so you knew all the flavorpill heads were out tonight (even my straight friend thomas, who gets cred for taking most of these photos!)

what a fucking dickhead.

mike frog finally made a guest appearance after never coming to goodtimes. ever.

imagine that.

xander came in all fashion week style, while christian took notes on how to wear sunglasses at night and heath (who also finally came out to say hi on a wed) took note.

who's the coolest guy in nyc?

anthony and mike lasted til 3 am. wow. i was slipping in and out of consciousness at that point.

hey! look who's back from europe, and look who he brung!

nita, another wed night first-timer.

darren, always angry cause i'm much more muscular than him.

someone actually got the reflection right. i'm sleeping in this picture. see you next week!