After Hedo, we needed a dose of sanity. Unfortunately, none of the people we know are able to provide any. A friendly game of poker was a perfect fit considering we were alchohol saturated and bloated from a week of over eating. Damn...they *do* call it Hedonism for a reason. Although we were completely hungover from the prior week, and still shaking off the effects of jet lag...our friends had no mercy, and not only took my money (I seriously suck at poker) ...they did a nice job of heaping abuse on me for being overly tan and a fat bastard.... the Common theme that evening, if I recall, was "Beached Manatee". Why do I love these guys?                                              

                               Most of those chips used to be mine.                                     The beached mantee himself.

We went to great Lifestyles Party down the shore, and nobody is doing it better than MinX these days. We don't get to go to enough of this guy's parties. He really does a great job, and the fucking crowd is awesome...and by awesome, I really mean *HOT*

                      Cracking myself up.                 She was shy when I met her.                         Jane with a newbie.

          Even the sports jacket couldn't hide my gut.     Did I mention she was shy?                            Ward & June

One of our favorite comedians, Rich Vos was back at the Stress Factory...so we gathered a posse and many laughs were had... There *were these annoying little twats on line right behind us who wouldn't stop complaining about the cold...and I don't think that I have ever wanted to murder anyone more in my life.Fuck, I wish I would have gotten a picture of them...I wasn't thinking at the time. I hope their car broke down in Newark on the way home.

                     Holy shit...did Heather break my balls mercilessly over the pink shirt. Its a Tommy Bahama Damnit!

                                               Psycho wives.                                                       Leapord spots in 3D

                                             Big A & MJ...can't get any more cuddly than this.           Jane & Rich Vos. Is it me?...

                                                                                                                             or do they both look freakin' lost?

  After the show... Vos is a funny fuck.                                         Jane just loves Mr & Mrs Mandalay

We hit an O&A bash on the lower east side at a great Bar called Pianos. Stayed in the city...didn't have to drive home...awesome.

  I won't mention that Flea had his fake I.D. taken away, and he was promptly tossed from the joint.

    I just can't help but take goofy pictures.                  Jane & the adorable Angel.

              Jane and Fruitmonkey Joe....                               Me & ole' gravity cranium himself.

       .....with a partial eclipse from Bubko

                            Jane with two of her favorite people...Lee Mels, and Fred from Brooklyn

 Jane & the gorgeous Nora ...with Chester                  Me & my paesan, Joe. We look like

 adding a lovely example of the contrast                     we should be collecting loans on the pier.

  and the diversity of the human species.

                     Angel & Balzac...what a great couple....and by                                We almost look normal here.             

                        great, I mean totally insane. Love these two.

                  This was a close call...Jane got too close to                                  Self portrait. What was I thinking?

         Big A while he was eating, and he almost bit her arm....

          Fortunately, a heads-up Fred shouted NO!, and the

             rest of us were able to yank her away just in time.

                                              You tell me...How the fuck did this ever happen?