recap: goodtimes@easternbloc anniversary party

yall thanks for some drunken, drugged up, dragged out (dominique ANTM, pre-event) fun !

here are some photos of you you told me not to post. and don't forget to check out sparb's blog for more.


nothing gets a party started like a supermarket cake.


sparbs has no idea.


sam had eyes on my necklace all night, even tried to steal it off my neck around this time, but luckily gabe caught the fucker in action.


benji: even your friend thinks you're a total piggy (bottom)


the whole night i thought chris was wearing white on white. oh, lord i was so wrong.


big scott is like "dude, it's 3:30 am, we gotta pull the plug" but james is like "but he's playing the yeah yeah yeahs. chill fucker"

good times one year anniversary tomorrow!

yall, i'm so stoked! it's been a year ! (actually, we started it back in january last year, but who's taking notes)

come smoke it up with us!!

eastern bloc
505 e 6 st
svedka and queerty.com
me and sparbs

what? I'm famous??

i think if you click the image, it will blow it up. check out the gang pose !

why i can't wait until OCTOBER 2008

sit on my D.C.

so i decided to take a weekender to the nation's capitol. what better way to understand the fact there are more George's in my wallet than Franklin and that will never change?

here, stephen has his back on the uber-gay crowd at this redic gay bar that only played janet for a good, uh, 55 hours.


but at least it's good to know dudes swank it up, government dress code style.

some would say this is phallic; i think "historically phallic"

where is the fucker? fucker fucker

short trip, home sweet home.

video of the week (or century): why i dont ride the subway

let me ride your eastern bloc

as always we threw down, and the singles like their under 6 foots. whatever that means. check out the rest of the pics here

viva las vegas!

due to the "wintry mix" in new york, our plane was stuck on the runway for five hours! and they couldn't fly us back until monday... so stranded in los angeles (ew), mike and i decided to rent a car and head to vegas... which was a brilliant idea...


good bye shitty airport hotel!


hello suburban rent-a-car!


nothing like a scenic drive...


like i said, nothing like a scenic drive...


we stayed at the brand-new palazzo, and got upgraded to a suite because mike gave the front desk man a handjob. thanks mike!


nothing was better than staying in after losing $1000 at slots!


but it was the runway show in the mall that had me at hello.


goodbye vegas! thanks for taking all my money!!

tahiti three: last days of our acquaintance

Itinerary, schmitinerary... it was alll about the spa at Intercontinental...
where this hot dude could smell the loud, gay american beotches from a mile away
there was nothing like chillin the jacuzzi with prime views of the mountain...
even outside the spa, it was still magic in a box. mike went the serene route...
while i got drunk and gay with the tiki gods..
In the morning, the lagoon made a great backdrop for this TNTM photo shoot...
but this tahitian bitch was crowned tahiti's next top model
mike , obviously, was ecstatic when we moved to a secluded motu (islet) at the bora bora nui, Luxury Collection- Starwood.
and...well, shit... with this sunset, i guess i was too..
this is the tiara (national flower) that you tuck behind your ear. left ear indicates you're taken, while right indicates you're single. . . and obviously i'm totally stoked
but i guess there's that sunset that will be my boyfriend forever.
hot chef benjamin came out to greet us and give me a hand job under the table.
and our super hot french pool butler, joseph, had the best nipples in polynesia. i tried my best to convince him to escort us to our next stop, a private island, but he didn't speak gay english.
speaking of gay, mike gayed it up at our $600 dinner at the St Regis...
but tried to butch it out by kayaking...
hey ... what's that in the water? a dolphin?
at one point, i threw out my neck (whats new) and was bed ridden, jacked up on vicodin, and sad i couldn't snorkel with the fish..
which mike flaunted in my face during my handicap.

eventually, the medication (in high doses) worked and I didn't feel a thing!
at our last days of tahiti, mike tried to hide so we would miss the flight.
but we just tried to leave on a good note, and this view of Tahiti (the island) was pretty commanding.
our new friend, laurent, made sure that we would come to terms with our oh-too-soon departure.

but all good things must come to an end... (or beginning, with the new moon in toll. . or something like that, sorry, i rushed through this one cause of time restraints and very little internet time, but you get the idea: french polynesia was fucking awesome)

tahiti two: mike gets deported

well, not yet, but i'm sure the polynesian police will soon enough consider his addiction to champagne and room service a crime.

because when he has a little too much champagne, he gets a little weird...

but it's nice to know the polynesians accept him for who he is. The dude at the bottom, in case you haven't noticed, just said "hammer time!"

We had a fucking incredibly delish dinner at villa mahana, so good it took my breath away.

but not as much as our HOT corisican waiter on the far right!

and don't worry, we're still spying on hot dudes who don't know we're spying.

Our overwater bungalow at Intercontinental was TRULY the best accommodation we have had yet.

not only because you can see the fish (and me!) swim below through our coffee table..

but there's nothing like rolling out of bed in the morning to go for a quick swim.

it's ok when it gets grey cause it gets a little gay (flag not included)

Our grand bedroom view!

and our HOT french bartender (somehow his hotness didn't translate as well as it should have)

pool with mountain /lagoon view. mike is taking a dump

wish you were here. and happy valentines day! would post more pics but with internet at $100 /day and the fact the computer is becoming more foreign as the days go on, think we'll swim it off!
stay tuned for more!