mike and i shared a limo with musto (VV obs) and mr mickey b (paper)
did a bunch of celeb-ish stuff. you know the usual shit, like check out Carmen Electra's domed pool party at harrahs...
bitch didn't bite much...
so we decided to go all gay at the only gay bar in a.c. : west side club...
even though this bar lacked the goods (as in pretty stock), there were cute boys abound at the casinos. some wearing knee high-ish socks...
some muscle guys with skinny legs...
but no one attracted the hunks like jerry seinfeld. we got pretty good seats...
and there was something with patti labelle, but i'm not sure what. because i ate something bad. and got some kind of bug. or virus. with a high fever and several trips to the bathroom. i did not get to see patti labelle for her secret birthday party, or her hung over at the brunch. because i was slipping in and out of consciousness every 20 minutes with clammy hands. i am still kinda sick, so i didn't get to make my flight to maldives and india... ah.. there's always next time.
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